He ran a trip with his parents, five years ago, I think he said. One of those quickie oar trips, and they flew out at Whitmore. But he sounds like he ...nows the drill; I get the impression he was an unofficial junior swamper, even got a little flat water time on the sticks." Interesting," Al said. "I pretty well had my mind made up to invite them out here, but I wanted to talk to you directly. That puts a couple pieces in the puzzle, it gives us some spring swampers, and maybe some we can turn. ‘No problem,’ he said, ‘Pop in to the surgery in a couple of days and we’ll give you the paperwork to go and register your boy. I’ll leave you ladies to it.’ He left and saw himself out. As Jess came towards me I heard a ‘huff’ sound from the floor, and there was Benny, lying between the door and the crib. ‘Oh shut up you silly furry bastard,’ she said to him and I saw him drop his head back down between his front legs, with a few brief flaps of that long tail of his. ‘What happened Jess?’ I. “Correction, first you slap her around a few times, then you leave,” Aunt Lisa said.“And that exactly how I feel Aunt Lisa,” Rita followed.“Alright we won’t keep you, just remember what we said. Be on your guard.”“Thanks mom, we will,” I said as we headed out the front door.“Ok whose car should we take, ours or yours?” Stephanie asked.“We’ll take both of ours,” Rita said.“Why? We’re going to the same place, and gas still isn’t cheap!”“We might be staying later than you. I have some private. She leaned her head from side to side, the hot water pouring on her face and riling her up. I stood behind her, soaping up my hands. The girls outside held their breaths, waiting to see what would do. Despite her newfound compliance, the way that Neija growled and gasped told me that she was trying to brace herself. She was eager to play, but her pride as a lioness wouldn’t simply let her act as the desperate nympho. She had to retain some kind of upper hand, maintain a dignity and reserve that.