Clara's dead heart actually thudded a couple of times. Shamira was jealous? Of her other lovers? "Me too," she said. She looked over at the bed where Renata had already zoned out. "She'd wanted to play with you, but she couldn't stay awake." Clara stood up kissed Shamira softly. "Maybe Sunday night, we can make up for some lost time?"

Shamira's brain was misfiring and her knees were watery. It was something that Clara's lips did to her. "Sounds good to me." She was quickly stripped down to nothing, and the two of them climbed into bed next to the sleeping werejaguar, pressing their bodies together in warm, comfortable closeness...