"Yes," she said. "It really says that." Let me see those," Ken said, holding out his hand."Would you just poke your goddamn finger!" she barked."Okay ...kay," he said. "You don't have to yell."He put the tip of the pen against his left pinkie. Wincing in advance, expecting a huge, monstrous pain to go shooting up his arm, he pushed the release button. There was a clicking noise and a small, almost unfelt pinch in his finger. It was so small, in fact, that he thought the device had misfired. He. Coming from a different man it might have made song swoon, but from the repugnancy that was Jebediah Thane, it only made her skin crawl. It only drove her closer to having her itch scratched. She hated the man, his voice, and that word.She needed it, and she needed it more than water, more than breath, even more than her freedom."Get yourself down and get the chores done so you can cook me my breakfast," he said to her, pulling on his pants. He didn't bother with underwear, it would just be in. In fact she was considering doing it again.Was it really so wrong to fuck Daryl? She wasn't hurting anyone. It had been good for her and Daryl certainly didn't seem phased by it. Maybe this was just what she needed; a sexual relationship with no emotional baggage. Just as she finished her thought Anna heard a whine at the door. Daryl was outside begging to be let in.Anna smiled to herself and opened the door for her new lover. Daryl traipsed inside the room. His tail wagged and a look of joy in. No one I have so far interviewed has been entirely… suitable.”Tracy looked quizzical. “Oh? What has been the problem?” (She was very careful to say “what has” rather than “wot’s”.)Billy stood up suddenly. “Tracy, I have a question to ask you, for which I require an absolutely honest answer… Do you smoke?”Tracy’s mind went into startled overdrive. “Oh fuck,” she thought to herself, “she can smell the smoke on me. And she knows if I’m a smoker I’m always going to stink, and skive off for.