I dug a pair of boxers and a tee-shirt from my bag. "No fucking way,” I grumbled. I had forgotten my shorts. I shook my head then brushed my teeth. ...n the off chance that Steve would have a pair, I poked my head out into the hall. ”Dani?” I called. She was sitting on the couch, watching who knows what, under a fluffy comforter. Turning, she smiled and raised both eyebrows. ”Whatcha need, Terry?””You think Steve has a pair of pajama bottoms that would fit me?””That skinny fucker,” she laughed,. I’ll check out and pay up and have a bite of lunch. I should be on my way by one, so I should be seeing Cat by mid afternoon.”Richard was greeted with “God, you’re brown.”“Working outdoors does that.”“And you look real good!”“Thank you, I note that your hair’s shorter but you’re bigger up top.”“You’re my brother; you’re not supposed to look. Can I help you unpack?”“Not much to unpack. Just work clothes. Anyhow, when I stop looking I’ll be dead.”“No dress stuff? What if we go out?”“I hope we. After my engineering exams, I had a lot of free time, it was one evening when I was returning home from a cigarette break when I met Mira, she was roughly 22 yrs with a perfectly developed body, the figure she had caught my attention in seconds, she had just moved into my society. She was walking her dog at that time, I took my chance and struck up a conversation, while I was petting her dog and asking about her life, I was noticing her hairless thighs, they defined smoothness, her lips looked. Grond entered the room as but a moving shadow and approached the bed and the shape beneath the covers. “Madam Cyrilo.” He repeated her name until she woke. The moonlight outside was not enough to let her see her guest, so she took her cat form before rising from the sheets, staring through the darkness at Grond.“I had a feeling you would pay a visit.”“Then you know why I’m here.”“The potion, you want it back.”“It is something of dire importance, something that can’t fall out of the Harajin’s.