Suddenly there was a mouse in its jaws. It let out a low possessive growl and disappeared down the hatch into the engine room. I didn’t have the thi...g more than two minutes and it was already working on my mouse problem.Cleopatra seemed like a clichéd name. So after a little internet research I named it Bastet. Bastet is the cat-headed Egyptian goddess of warfare. And that certainly matched the thing’s personality.They say that Mau’s have a special ability to bond with one person. And Bastet. Actually, Leslie is more than just a neighbor. She is more of a second mother to him. Especially since his mother died years ago. When things get too much for him to handle and he needs help to straighten them out so he can understand and react appropriately, Tim often finds himself turning to Leslie.After telling her what he just learned, she suggests he thinks about why he is attracted to Abbie. Through all of his confusion, he still thinks of Abbie as a beautiful woman. Despite her having. The dog wasn't for her! She wouldn't be degraded and humiliated by an animal! He was for the petite Terry! Excitement exceeded her sense of contempt.She watched Miriam motion with her hand, send the dog across the room, stick his dark muzzle--boldly--up under Terry's short skirt. Her knees quivered apart. Just a couple of inches and the dog's blunt snout wasn't anywhere near her sex-seat.But the young woman's eyes were glazed. "You'll have to help me--make me!" Terry trilled.Mavis cringed. Several took advantage of the close proximity of bodies to covertly rub their hand across Jo Anne’s ass and a few even brushed her tits by accident of course. Once again she didn’t make a scene so I let it pass.Finally, midnight arrived. Fireworks lit the sky and the noise level was deafening. I grabbed Jo Anne and took the first kiss of the year. Her head fell back, our tongues crossed and I pulled her tightly into my body. Jo Anne is a great kisser, my cock rose a couple notches in.