Billy, seeing his opportunity, jumped up and grabbed the paper as it passed him."Billy, dammit," Jeff snarled. "Go play with something of yours for a ...hange." Pop," and the small feline was gone – with the paper ball."Give me another sheet of that paper there by you on the table," he told a laughing Arlene.Wadding the paper up, in a great mood because of his two wives, barely thinking about the ball, he sent it on an involved path around furniture, then toward the stairwell at the other end of. It’s almost as if you are trying to tell me something.” Brian was already shaking his head and his cheeks were flushed. “It’s okay, it doesn’t bother me. I... I just want to make sure that I’m not getting mixed messages here.” His head shook again. “No... no, I’m not into that. I... I just find it interesting, that’s all. “He shrugged. “Me too.” Sara eyed him cautiously as she finished the remains of her coffee. She still wasn’t sure about him but it was time for work now and that would. They'd fixed him up nice to look like he had died in his sleep. Isabo had inherited everything, rewarding them generously. Among that inheritance was this small, old castle.Isabo had come nearly alone leaving even most of her attendants back at the manor. Only Grayson her father's accountant, had come to assess the property. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the thought of the prudish old man. No fun there at all. She was certain that his tastes ran to little boys anyway. She smiled again. “There’s no rules against owning a pet.” “Is that what I am to you?” April smirked. “Are you disobeying me?” It was old banter, but it was never stale. I tangled one hand in April’s auburn curls, and tugged just how she liked it. With her face tilted up, and her eyes shining, I leaned in, and whispered, “Should I get the leash out, or do you need the muzzle?” “I’m a good girl, I promise!” April whispered back, pressing herself against me.“Then I’ll need to give my good girl a treat.” I hissed,.