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kitchen.
The only sounds were the muted noise of the early morning traffic on the street
outside and the electric hum of his clock radio.
The room smelled of sex and Babe but there was no audible evidence of the woman
who d shared his bed last night. She was gone.
Al checked the scent from her pillow. Still strong, only a little faded. She hadn t
been gone long. He lay back, vaguely disturbed.
Barbara Grisloup wasn t the first high-class werewolf bitch to visit his bed. She
wasn t even the best looking, and the sex, while memorable, hadn t even been as wild
as he d sometimes had. It had promise& Babe had a secret untamed side to her and Al
could easily see them getting into sensual planes that he d only viewed from a distance
in the past. But to get there made an assumption of repetition.
Unlikely given that the repetition would be with a woman who d snuck out of his
place before he d woken up, apparently too embarrassed by her actions to even face
him.
Al grumbled his foulest oath. So she d left without saying goodbye. It wasn t even
the first time that had happened before. He d been dumped by beautiful sexy women of
class in the past. So why was he so bothered?
It bothered him that her being gone bothered him. He shouldn t care about what
someone like Babe thought of him. So she thought of him as a convenient way to get her
heat under control and little else. Treated him like a one-night stand& an embarrassing
one-night stand at that.
Al shouldn t care about her being gone. And yet he did.
He got up, used the bathroom and slipped into a pair of old jeans, worn to the point
of holes at the knees, but comfortable. In the kitchen he examined without joy the
contents of the refrigerator. Not much available& The meat compartment was bare and
he didn t have any eggs. Even the milk carton was empty. No raw protein at all.
Disgusted, he pulled a box out of the cupboard. Dry kibble again for breakfast. He
needed to go shopping today, no more excuses. Sure he was busy but a man needed
food.
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Cricket Starr
No wonder Babe had left. She d probably woken up and checked out his kitchen
then the rest of the apartment. His place wasn t a dump but he doubted it was what she
was used to. A princess like her lived in a palace, not a walk-up apartment over a bar.
He glared at the box in his hand. He doubted his Babe had ever had to eat kibble for
breakfast.
His phone rang and Al hurried to pick it up. When he saw from the caller ID it was
Chet from the bar he swore at it not being Babe then answered it. What do you want?
Chet gave a short laugh. Wow, and here I d thought to find you in a good mood.
You left with that fine piece of meat last night, who was in a most accommodating
condition.
Al didn t feel comfortable talking about Babe that way. What happened between
the lady and me is none of your business.
Really? If anything, Chet sounded even more amused. Well, speaking of
business, I thought you d like to know that the damage to yours was minimal. Once the
lady left things calmed down right away. No one was seriously hurt and only a couple
chairs broke.
That s what I expected. Even so, Al was pleased to hear it. A couple chairs and no
injuries was less than they usually could look forward to on a Friday night. That was
one bright point in the day.
So should I open up this evening? Chet was still fishing for details.
Don t know. Maybe. I ll let you know later.
Fine. I m downstairs doing homework if you need me. A student at the local
university, Chet often used the bar as a study hall when it was closed. He said it was
quieter than the dorm, and the close proximity of beer had its own attraction. He never
drank enough to worry about, so Al didn t mind.
After hanging up, Al considered. If Babe was gone there was no reason for him to
not work tonight. Still, he d wait to commit himself. Taking the dry dog food box to the
couch, he sat and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels with the remote.
Maybe there was a game or an old movie& something mindless to make him forget a
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kitchen.
The only sounds were the muted noise of the early morning traffic on the street
outside and the electric hum of his clock radio.
The room smelled of sex and Babe but there was no audible evidence of the woman
who d shared his bed last night. She was gone.
Al checked the scent from her pillow. Still strong, only a little faded. She hadn t
been gone long. He lay back, vaguely disturbed.
Barbara Grisloup wasn t the first high-class werewolf bitch to visit his bed. She
wasn t even the best looking, and the sex, while memorable, hadn t even been as wild
as he d sometimes had. It had promise& Babe had a secret untamed side to her and Al
could easily see them getting into sensual planes that he d only viewed from a distance
in the past. But to get there made an assumption of repetition.
Unlikely given that the repetition would be with a woman who d snuck out of his
place before he d woken up, apparently too embarrassed by her actions to even face
him.
Al grumbled his foulest oath. So she d left without saying goodbye. It wasn t even
the first time that had happened before. He d been dumped by beautiful sexy women of
class in the past. So why was he so bothered?
It bothered him that her being gone bothered him. He shouldn t care about what
someone like Babe thought of him. So she thought of him as a convenient way to get her
heat under control and little else. Treated him like a one-night stand& an embarrassing
one-night stand at that.
Al shouldn t care about her being gone. And yet he did.
He got up, used the bathroom and slipped into a pair of old jeans, worn to the point
of holes at the knees, but comfortable. In the kitchen he examined without joy the
contents of the refrigerator. Not much available& The meat compartment was bare and
he didn t have any eggs. Even the milk carton was empty. No raw protein at all.
Disgusted, he pulled a box out of the cupboard. Dry kibble again for breakfast. He
needed to go shopping today, no more excuses. Sure he was busy but a man needed
food.
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Cricket Starr
No wonder Babe had left. She d probably woken up and checked out his kitchen
then the rest of the apartment. His place wasn t a dump but he doubted it was what she
was used to. A princess like her lived in a palace, not a walk-up apartment over a bar.
He glared at the box in his hand. He doubted his Babe had ever had to eat kibble for
breakfast.
His phone rang and Al hurried to pick it up. When he saw from the caller ID it was
Chet from the bar he swore at it not being Babe then answered it. What do you want?
Chet gave a short laugh. Wow, and here I d thought to find you in a good mood.
You left with that fine piece of meat last night, who was in a most accommodating
condition.
Al didn t feel comfortable talking about Babe that way. What happened between
the lady and me is none of your business.
Really? If anything, Chet sounded even more amused. Well, speaking of
business, I thought you d like to know that the damage to yours was minimal. Once the
lady left things calmed down right away. No one was seriously hurt and only a couple
chairs broke.
That s what I expected. Even so, Al was pleased to hear it. A couple chairs and no
injuries was less than they usually could look forward to on a Friday night. That was
one bright point in the day.
So should I open up this evening? Chet was still fishing for details.
Don t know. Maybe. I ll let you know later.
Fine. I m downstairs doing homework if you need me. A student at the local
university, Chet often used the bar as a study hall when it was closed. He said it was
quieter than the dorm, and the close proximity of beer had its own attraction. He never
drank enough to worry about, so Al didn t mind.
After hanging up, Al considered. If Babe was gone there was no reason for him to
not work tonight. Still, he d wait to commit himself. Taking the dry dog food box to the
couch, he sat and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels with the remote.
Maybe there was a game or an old movie& something mindless to make him forget a
certain beautiful werewolf bitch who apparently no longer needed him. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]