I sat without looking at her and picked up my drink. ‘My friend liked the look of you.’ I turned slowly towards her. This was my ‘take my time�... move. ‘I’m Katherine,’ I said. ‘Fine. She said she thought you were looking for something.’ ‘Isn’t that the nature of life?’ I looked down as I hung my bag from the hook in front of me and saw she was wearing leather trousers, tight and shiny and dark blue. I couldn’t see her shoes until she half turned, swiveling the stool, and I saw ankle boots, black. They kissed for a moment then he unbuttoned her cotton, embroidered shirt exposing her smooth white bra. He unhooked the fastening at the back and took it off her. Jane let out her slow trembling breath as her breasts were released. Samuel cupped one of them and traced the upward curve from beneath with his fingers. His thumb found her nipple and he rubbed over it gently. Jane nestled into his neck and kissed him as he unbuttoned her jeans. She helped him ease them off along with her panties.. As an educator, I'm proud of you. You have become a journalist. The article you wrote Friday is excellent. You did your research and presented it well." Thank you," Tami said."But... as your friend, I'm not so impressed."But..." Tony, shut up and listen for once."I listened."There is a name for what you did. It's called ambush journalism." But..." we said together."QUIET! Ambush journalism is very popular. All the tabloid shows use it. But a journalist, a real journalist, balances the story.. ” She smiled with hot, loopy radiance.“I want you.” She leaned down to him, kissed him deeply. She said, “I like that you like my kitty ears and my collar.”“They really turn me on.”“I know,” she said. “I saw how turned on you were in the bar.”“I don’t know what it is about the ears and the collar and the….”“I want to be your kitty.”A hush fell. Fire shot through his veins in a rush. His voice grew gravelly. “You wanna be my kitty?”“Yes.”“You want me to make you my kitty?”“Yes. A slutty.