Judith barely noticed how careful and solicitous the young man was as he opened the door on her side and averted his head in case her skirt rode up wh...n she got in. They talked comfortably on the ride up and the hour they waited for the customer to get everything together. Lunch was at a steak house on Highway 22. They talked there for another hour as they waited for their meals and ate. All day Judith missed his obvious interest.As they turned into the factory parking lot, Terry asked if. Is anyone else coming?"Jan replied, "Paul and his..."The girl blushed again and completed Jan's sentence, " ... slaves. They're already back there. Come on. I'll take you back."We followed the girl to a private dining room. I was a little surprised when I looked around. The restaurant itself is nice enough if unremarkable. But the private dining room to which the young hostess escorted us turned out to be warm and friendly. It was very nicely furnished and decorated. Not what you'd expect at. Her cat Ms. Scratch-a-luffagus jumped up on the couch and sniffed the toy with interest. Not exactly the kind of pussy it was meant to interest. She thought to herself morbidly.Trying to find some comfort, Susan scooped up Scratch and put her over her shoulder and pressed her ear against the cat's warm soft side. Susan closed her eyes and just listened for a few moments to the cat's loud comforting purr.Susan reached over her shoulder and carefully removed Scratch's claws from the fabric of her. He shook his head. “You still are, even though you might not be aware of it at the moment. I can smell it. And... I want to get you pregnant.”Pausing with the mug halfway towards my mouth I looked at him. So, my fear had been real. “Eat, it will clear your head.”He waited, until I had taken knife and fork, cut a small slice of the steak. It was not even medium rare, only the surface was cooked. Just as I opened my mouth to protest, I sensed that I was drooling.He smiled.“My blood, our blood, is.