Come on, I'll explain it to you on the way home."And just like that, I followed my future wife out the door of the café' back to her place, wondering...as we walked side by side, now hand in hand ... if she was merely flirting with me, or teasing me. Until she actually explained herself as we walked."Here's the thing," she began. "And I was being serious when I asked you that. You see, for as long as I can remember now, I've had this fascination, this incredible desire and interest in seeing a. Between my occasional spilling of booze and body fluids from my guests, I had practice in that department.I walked over to the stiletto, giving myself enough room so that I wouldn't step on any place else it might have been. I was shooting in the dark in that regard, hoping Candy hadn’t smeared it across everything. If I gave in to my fears, I’d have to burn down the whole place. So, I pretended. Candy had only dropped it on the carpet as a message, that was all. She probably just played with. And that was sad, because every day I grew more and more in love with her. Her music was complicated, marvelously mathematical and precise, but edgy and unpredictable at the same time, much like she was. I wrote lyrics to many of her old pieces, and it was the best stuff I’d ever done. I was in awe of her talent as a composer, and as a performer. Her voice and stage persona were electrifying. And beyond all that, she was a smart conversationalist, and could give an opinion on any subject. She. You better keep this with you. Lock and load. She may be on you again." Why?" he said, taking the water pistol. "Is she in heat or something?" Nah. If she were she'd be howlin' and tearin' up the walls. No, she just be protectin' her interests." Raquel glared at Kaelyn.Joey glanced back at the cat-girl and then back at Raquel. Raquel's patchwork face always startled him. "What do you mean, her interests? Did she like, claim me?"Raquel shrugged. "Maybe. Don't know. All I know is she's just got.