He looked at me, face careful, neutral with an edge of concern. The body was on its stomach, legs slightly spread, one hand reaching out toward the door, the other arm folded back where Arnet had moved it when she opened the door. I rode that wave after wave of pleasure. I had a moment to realize that he'd slammed a door between not just himself and me, but between Richard and me, as well.
They fucking flew away. I looked into those wide lavender eyes. He informed me as he glided toward the basement, with his spotted tail swishing behind a very human-looking backside, I'm supposed to be on stage tonight at Guilty Pleasures. It wasn't a pretty kick, not like the roundhouse, but the sound of its impact was thick and meaty.
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