” It was going to be the fourteenth all day, but Cat wasn’t of an age to wait. At least let Katherine get through breakfast and her first cup of c...offee before Cat’s song. (Although Brennan coffee couldn’t make that much difference.) It would be a good idea if Kathleen and Charles ate first, too, although she had warned them, at least. “Ta memere, ta Tante Kathleen, et ton oncle Charles devront manger avant tu chantes. Tu, aussi, devra manger. Et avale!” Cat was learning, slowly, to swallow. I will never forget when, as she rode my cock, she told me “It doesn’t wear out you know.”How I managed to keep my studies good during this time of rapid emotional change I just don’t know. Perhaps it was Moira’s emotional support, understanding, guidance, and frequent lovemaking. As I got more, her sex buddies got less. The inquisitive me learned that she enjoyed each of her partners a bit differently and that she usually did not screw more than one of us a day. That opened up another avenue. Have at the tiger, Mazeroux!"It was one o'clock in the afternoon when Don Luis and Mazeroux arrived at the nursing-home in the Avenue des Ternes. A manservant opened the door. Mazeroux nudged Don Luis. The man was doubtless the bearer of the letter. And, in reply to the sergeant's questions, he made no difficulty about saying that he had been to the police office that morning."By whose orders?" asked Mazeroux."The mother superior's." The mother superior?" Yes, the home includes a private. "That's your condo, isn't it?" He asked, looking back at me.I smiled up at him. "Yes, it is. How did you know?" I saw you come home from work the other day." Where were you that you couldn't say hello to me?" I asked in a playful way."I was in my bedroom, looking out the window."I was feeling like an adolescent, or at least a sex-starved woman. Hu hu hu... He said bedroom... Beavis and Butthead came to mind. "Where do you live?" You're not going to believe this. I'm next door to you." His smile.