Fed Ex Ex-press
Who: Misses Thera and Atthis
When: Sunday July 25th, evening
Where: xxx Lakeside apartment complex, Liberty, xx xxxxx
What: One can only avoid one's residence (and one's visitor) for so long. It's time to start thinking outside the box...
Rated: X for eXes
They were everywhere.
At every turn, on every corner. Eyes that burned like fire, never blinking. Watching always watching. A glance over a shoulder, there they were. A misplaced hand, they brushed at it yielding and warm. It did not matter the establishment or where an end destination would be, whether it permitted such an infestation or refused it. Their presence in the passing week had become an inevitability and once again, poised wearily outside the door of her own home, Atthis felt no less than two of them slide sensually against her stockinged legs.
Cats.
She loved cats. How could she not? Sleek, so natural in their eternal graces. The guardian spirits of the islands that flowed in, over, atop its crevices in waves. She would have felt jubilation surging through her body were it not for the fact that the cute Scottish fold and the dashing Calico were the associates of a mistress far less forgiving than the streets of Mytilene.
Because of a wayward goddess, Atthis's wardrobe- meticulously chosen and lain on her bed each morning without her choosing- included heels and tights. Because of such a creature, there remained a massive box in her living room now used to appease the feline masses. Her dearest Orpheus sat sad and wilting on the sill in the kitchen, desperately growing toward insufficient light.
And Atthis, oh so tired, finally slipped into her apartment as quietly as she could tip toe in shoes too many inches too tall.
Which was unfortunately, not at all.
When: Sunday July 25th, evening
Where: xxx Lakeside apartment complex, Liberty, xx xxxxx
What: One can only avoid one's residence (and one's visitor) for so long. It's time to start thinking outside the box...
Rated: X for eXes
They were everywhere.
At every turn, on every corner. Eyes that burned like fire, never blinking. Watching always watching. A glance over a shoulder, there they were. A misplaced hand, they brushed at it yielding and warm. It did not matter the establishment or where an end destination would be, whether it permitted such an infestation or refused it. Their presence in the passing week had become an inevitability and once again, poised wearily outside the door of her own home, Atthis felt no less than two of them slide sensually against her stockinged legs.
Cats.
She loved cats. How could she not? Sleek, so natural in their eternal graces. The guardian spirits of the islands that flowed in, over, atop its crevices in waves. She would have felt jubilation surging through her body were it not for the fact that the cute Scottish fold and the dashing Calico were the associates of a mistress far less forgiving than the streets of Mytilene.
Because of a wayward goddess, Atthis's wardrobe- meticulously chosen and lain on her bed each morning without her choosing- included heels and tights. Because of such a creature, there remained a massive box in her living room now used to appease the feline masses. Her dearest Orpheus sat sad and wilting on the sill in the kitchen, desperately growing toward insufficient light.
And Atthis, oh so tired, finally slipped into her apartment as quietly as she could tip toe in shoes too many inches too tall.
Which was unfortunately, not at all.