"Took me a bit of convincing, but he finally relinquished these. We'll get you some more later, but this will work for now."With a coy "Thanks," Shime...pulled the leggings on. Though he was sure she was used to being leered at while she dressed, he turned and went over to the window."It's a beautiful day. I think it would do you some good to come outside with me and get some fresh air. Maybe you can meet a few of my brothers." Then he called out the window at someone. She heard the person yell. He kept his eyes down at the pool. But his mind was elsewhere. He kept trying to figure out a way to help Karen without hurting her or himself. But every time he came up with a possible solution, it evaporated whenever it inevitably steered him towards direct intervention. He was convinced that anything involving him actually saying something to her or doing something for her was across some line. The only time he broke out of his funk was when Karen's group entered for their second swim. We actually talked only occasionally; everything important that needed to be said between us had been said on Wednesday, and we had little to add. Remembering his comment about being "young" at age thirty, I did think to ask him how long his species ordinarily lived. It turned out to be about double our lifespan, and gave me a fresh perspective on his unwillingness to accept his own death so prematurely.Mostly, though, he fell into his role as housecat so comfortably that there were times I. I was putting tools back in my tool bag as I heard movement behind me. I assumed she was leaving and took a peek out the window, Britt had raised up on her elbows exposing her ample breast that hung just above the cups of her top. I knew even from this distance that they were all natural and so fully rounded. Then something happened that I can't explain in a word or two. There was a sound behind me, then I felt her mother press against my back and before I knew it she had her hand resting.