It got to him, quickly and potently. The flavors in his mouth cried out, Denise! The woman scent still lingering in his nostrils shouted, Denise! The ...xcitingly female loveliness in his range of vision spelled out her name in burning letter. And the sweet, wet warmth surrounding his pulsing cock whispered through his glands and arteries, Denise! He felt his gun begin to fire."DENISE!" he cried, ashamed that he had not been able to wait for her. He shot up into her milking tunnel, splashing her. When I choose to, I can turn into a human. I guess that sets me apart, too.I discovered this trick a few years ago. I was prowling the stacks in search of any critters foolish enough to enter my demesne. As long as I keep to the shadows and the places between things, I can usually do so unobserved. But, a keen-eyed observer will occasionally pick me out and I might have to lay low for a few days while the librarians again assure everyone that there are no cats in the library.This time, I must. “Alex, can you get us some diet drinks and popcorn at the intermission?”“Sure Mr, Hayward.”“I’ll go with you to help carry something,” Brenda offered.The ten-minute mark arrived with the Falcons still leading 1-0.The Public address announcer filled in the pause in play, “Ladies and gentlemen, as you may know, the Falcons organization and players support many charities within the Belleville, Trenton and Quinte area. Your own Falcons Captain, Brad Hayward is an avid supporter of the children at. Dinner at my place?Things went better this time. He loved my lasagna and my kitty Tiger liked him. We played some gin rummy and watched some TV, but still no spark. I had decided that after the show ended I would ask him to go home and then I would go to bed, alone once again.Then I saw it: a dark movement along the baseboards near the TV. A mouse! Where was Tiger? Nowhere to be seen, of course.PaleWriter hadn't seen the mouse yet, but had turned toward me when I stiffened. He followed my gaze.