"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. I could take a second bag but the cost was astronomical because added weight for the extra baggage would cut into their passenger carry limits. It was all so confusing for me because I was not the sharpest pencil in the stack when it came to math or numbers and I much preferred to concentrate on the human element and find out about the story behind the story to make my content more interesting.That was something that most editors found distasteful because they tended to think in set patterns. Almost enough. Sometime during the week, I'd finally accepted that yes, I was in love with him, and had been forever. Which led to the realization that, at some point, if I was very very lucky, I'd be able to fuck him. And as soon as I realized that, I had a hard time thinking of anything else.I hadn't seen him naked since we were kids, and I was overcome with curiosity about what he was like under all those stupid clothes. I knew he was solid, and strong. Was he hairy? Was he big? His. John asked Steve to stay with me for the six months he'd be gone and Steve agreed to look after me. I was sad the day John left. So sad that I stayed home and let Steve drive him to the airport. I needed some time to myself anyway. I sat on the couch and called my parents. I talked to them for a while. My mom invited me back home for the 4th of July party. I let the idea dance in my head for a minute and agreed that I would go. I asked my mom if it would be OK for me to bring Steve and she told.