What a fucking crazy thing? He was now talking to a black cat with snow-white paws that looked a lot like a feline Tokyo taxi driver. This was insane;...maybe he’d wake-up soon? Worse, the cat had a highly biblical name? “Daniel” was a prophet and his name meant, “God is my judge”? Was the cat here to judge him? John’s mind was spinning, his mental gears feeling somewhat loose and wobbly. He’d done enough shit in his life, so to be judged was a fearful thing, even if it was only by an imaginary. She paused, took another breath and then moved steadily to the back of the shed where she happened to know there was a small knot hole. From it she guessed she could the whole of the vegetable patch, including the compost stack which was right by it and most importantly she simply had to see exactly what Jon was up to. Before his last visit, his only ‘inspirational’ thoughts about Dorothy had been her neck, her underarm tangle of hair, her imperious air and her bared, haired arms, all of which. I didn’t know what the code-name of the round meant. Aunty placed me firmly on the bed and sat on my side. “Always remember son, once you fail your submission gets sent back to you.” Aunty said lusciously. Before I could answer anything, she started to come more close.Aunty grabbed me by my hairs and pulled me closer. She started to kiss on my lips. I kissed her back. Aunty wrapped her plump arms against my body and locked me with her, and opened her lips to go deeper in my mouth. She didn’t. He flew out of the car and ran across the road to the house. He jangled the key into the door loudly and opened the door calling Jordan's name. As part of the plan he pretended to be shocked and angry yelling "what the hell is going on here?"Jordan played her part screaming in embarrassment and running up the stairs to her room. Seth seeing the angry Sebastian, pulled up his trousers and headed for the door."Hey man, nothing going on, we errr ... just ... you know ... we were just hanging out.