The Central Line train was soothing with its hums and hisses, and the impersonal recorded announcements. The woman’s voice was purged of anxiety, ma...ing every stop sound like an oasis of desire, a thrill of the chances waiting just beyond the ticket barriers. Holland Park then Notting Hill Gate. I ignored the alkies outside the station, unwilling to feed anyone’s addictions but my own. I walked along the quiet street, my hands deep in my coat pockets and my mind serenely empty. Then up the. Once inside, he shut and locked the door. I was confused but once more hypnotized when he looked me right in the eye. “So,” he said, “you’re truly my number one fan then?” I nodded, a bit embarrassed when he read my card out loud. I tried to say something but words failed me. “You’re a violinist, fresh graduate from uni?” he enquired, his voice wooden, almost like a poker player determined not to lay his cards on the table just yet. “Yes, but I know you’re a violist, not a violinist.” “Says. "Daddy im home!" She yelled setting a blue bag down. "Oh Hey...Hey Lilly" I Stammered. She grabbed the bag and said "Im gonna go take a shower" With a devilish yet sexy smirk that made a bulge erupt in my pants. She looked me up and down but stared at my dick long and hard before running off to the shower. I was beginning to think my daughter--Lilly had something for me. My heart skipped a beat when she came in with a red fluffy bra and a strap that leads down to the matching red fluffy. Kia and Bobo became fixtures in the house. Kia took it upon himself to teach Bobo how to live with the humans. Mark made Bobo her own stool and eating utensils, and she joined them at the table. Mark even made them their own nest on the big couch so they could cuddle together in front of the fire with their human friends in the evenings.In the last week of their second month since becoming a couple, Mark had been planning to go walk about. They’d had another big storm, and he wanted to check.