” “Oh Mike, I’m so sorry,” she gasped, “what must you think of me?”The shock of finding out exactly what she’d done the night before had...had a rapid sobering effect on her and I smiled at her. “Well at the time,” I said, “I thought you looked really sexy and if I wasn’t such a gentleman we probably would have done what you thought we’d done.” Again she sat there lost for words then a smile came onto her own face. “Really Mike,” she said, “you really thought I looked sexy?”Now the atmosphere. And I’m just getting started. With any kind of luck you’ll spend the next forty years at Leavenworth or wherever the hell they ship broads. As if I don’t get enough shit already.” Kelly grinned and said, “Now get your overworked ass the hell out of my office!”Mary walked to the door. As she opened it, she gave her hips a very professional bump and grind. She stuck out her tongue and ducked out, but not fast enough to avoid being hit by another flying eraser. The headquarters phone rang on her. Jennifer had dark green cat-like stripes covering her brown body. I had noticed that a feminine awareness always dictated the war paint application. The swirl of color accented those up-thrust breasts and if your eye followed the pattern flow across her flat stomach and thighs it was carried to a highlighted pubis.She looked up at me and smiled, her brilliant white teeth shining from her darkened face and reddened lips."Red meat tonight!" she proclaimed proudly.Dinner spat, dripped and steamed. Did I just have a conversation with a cat? How could he have known about the condoms? I don't ever remember telling a cat about my sex lifeI turned around and the cat was right behind me, in fact, I almost tripped over him. Oddly, he smelled like my boyfriend Allen. The strange feline rubbed up against my leg and purred. "You didn't have to tell me about your sex life, I already knew." How could you?" I asked, somewhat confused.The cat just laughed and changed colors, "Because I can read your.