And yeah, I was a cat.And in the dream, it wasn’t the first time I’d experienced it. In the dream, I’d always been a cat - it wasn’t a new thi...g, it was the status quo. I was a cat, with ears and a tail, eating cat food out of a bowl.Like I said, when I woke up, it took me way longer than it should have to realize that hey - I’m a human. I have more to do than just lay around and sleep all day - tempting though that sounds.I didn’t think too much of it, but then about three or four nights. " Suddenly all was quiet, she couldn't hear him, she knew he was behind her, she stops to listen but the wind was against her as it stirred the corn stalks to drown out whatever noise he might make. She took advantage of it to move a few steps and stopped when the wind did, she waited listening and heard nothing, she moved when the wind rustled the stalks. "Got cha." When he caught her, he came up behind her, his left hand went across her huge breasts, while the right slanted down. Why had she been so squeamish about the mud? So what if it got on her skin, or her clothes? She could wash it off, there was water everywhere on this planet, she was never more than a hundred meters from a lake or a river. Who cared if there were creepy crawlies in the mud, or slimy fish in the water? She had wrestled a giant salamander, tangled with eels and spiders, they didn’t pose any real danger to her. Her trek through the mangrove swamps had almost been a form of exposure therapy.She. I could see an almost palatable aura of tenseness around him. "I would never ask a lady to model in anything other than what she feels comfortable with, so you don't need to worry about being asked to take your clothes off." One corner of his mouth quirked in a smile, and I just knew there was something he just couldn't resist saying. "Unless, of course, you'd like to take your clothes off for me."The heat crawling up my neck and face told me that my Irish heritage had betrayed me again and I.