The truth was that that was where we had lived and yes, we had a huge amount of extras at the time.To be truthful I was so stunned I don’t know what...was the recommendation as to how to deal with the situation. I do know that having read the article, I put the magazine back on the coffee table and that by the next day it had disappeared.So I said nothing. Well - what would you have done?After all, this had been some thirty-odd years ago and she was a month or so pregnant with our first son at. In Catgirl’s bed. And, more to the point, in Catwoman’s business headquarters. And, even more to the point, with Catwoman’s permission!! Well, permission of sorts. Batgirl lifted her hand to sweep away the wisps of light brown hair that had drifted over her face as she remembered the previous evening. The way that she’d sat through a tortuous porn program on Madame Zynn’s internet channel, forced to watch on helplessly as three of Catwoman’s captured Kittens were made to perform as the stars. ‘I’m babbling, aren’t I?’ Debbie said, ‘Yes, but it’s adorable. How did a sweet little girl who looks like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth get mixed up with kinky little pervs like us, anyway?’ ‘Freshman Sociology,’ Kiki said with a dreamy smile. ‘We did a unit on human sexuality, and the prof talked about ‘alternative lifestyles’, and it was…oh, my, GOD, it was like my pussy was on fire. And I was at the back of the classroom, and…I mean, it wasn’t even like he was making it sound exciting,. They ate anddiscussed various business ideas or some such. I didn't understand whatthey were talking about and my mind just wandered about starting work onMonday, wondering what Jessica would be like.They eventually finished their meal and Mistress Helen ordered me to getsome containers in the cabinet next to the sink and placed the leftoversin them. She also said I should eat something as well, but when I wasdone, to join them in the living room. I tried some almond chicken andsweet and sour.