Her voice breaking in with a steady, "Jason." And absent encouragement, I let go, grasping my cup. I was trembling, she icy calm. Nothing on under that robe, I could not get that out of my head.

I sipped, "Nice and warm."

She swung around and seated herself across from me, "You didn't answer. A bitch or a feline?"

So it was a question.

"I didn't know it was a question?"

"Hmmmm." That smirk.

So I answered, "Well, 'she' started out as a Feline." I did not take my eyes off hers. Watching the color rise in her face. "Definitely. But a bitch can get the job done. As to...