"I saw Francine again, darling"Fortescue growled a nasty growl. There was an infinity of feline loathing in that growl. Francine hated cats and Fortes...ue hated Francine."Francine wants to be a slave, darling Fortescue! Silly old Francine. But you could fix it for her. Couldn't you, sweetie pie?"Fortescue purred for a while and went to sleep. In a few moments Diana too nodded off.After feeling her mistress sink ever further into sleep, the cat opened her green eyes and looked at her. Thanks for insisting on calling her. Jeez, I can't believe she's doing this for nothing." Well you deserve it! You're an honest-to-god hero, Adam - er, Errol."He stopped and held her arm. "Look, no more of this hero talk, okay? I saw a guy doing something really ugly and I lost my temper. I'm not happy I killed him. It just happened. Now I'd just like to get on with my life."She didn't argue. "Sure, whatever you say. Errol." She kissed him on the cheek and mused, "I think I like your real name. I looked into our bedroom and a huge, life like, rubber cock was in the middel of the bed. I had bought it for her years before and thought that she had gotten rid of it. There was a huge wet spot in the center of the bed, with the cock in the middel. On the TV was the video I had taken of her. I bent over to see if the wet spot had a mans sperm mixed in.To my relief it was all her. I looked around the corner and she was showering alone. I grabbed my cell and left without her knowing. That. . "Oh, God!" I moaned as pain shot through me."Tony are you okay?" The voice of an angel. Tami's voice."Not sure. What year is it?" What year?" Are you my wife?" Tony, we're fourteen." There are states where that is legal." He's okay," said another voice. I decided that it was my maternal unit, code-named Mom.I decided to try opening my eyes again.I opened them just a little, and they still burned. I closed them and blinked hard, trying to liquefy them. No, not liquify; moisten. Why was it so.