’ With another three claps I invited a servant in. She was a blond as well, younger, with a slim figure and curly hair. I asked her to fetch a bowl ...of water. ‘Yes, sir,’ she replied in her high, cute voice, then stepped out a moment. For a minute or two I kept kissing and touching Katya, until the girl returned. She placed the bowl next to the bed, and I stood, took the girl by the hair, and dropped her to her knees. Katya looked at me with surprise, and a little fascination. I took the girl’s. “The last time you were furry, and I will admit I would have discarded my dislike for catgirls to have a shot at fucking you. But now you being yourself, well...”Penelope’s mouth twists upward into a devious grin. “You said you were closed, right?”Merily nods. “Are you a catgirl in disguise now?” The witch shakes her head. The barmaid grins. “Doesn’t matter. You’re sexy as all hell. Plus I need a distraction until I see Richard again.”“You’re only loyal to my father?”“Your father?” Merily. My Calculus grade on the other hand, had been an 80, barely a B-.In the six weeks that followed, I did everything I could to raise my grades. I studied and even did all of my homework. I took notes in class and even went in after school for some tutoring in math.The challenge became a topic of much discussion in our house. My parents were always asking me for updates on how school was going.I started to work even harder. My mind was constantly filled with images of everything I wanted to do to. We left our AR-15s secure in our vehicles, we wouldn't need the assault rifles for interior security, and walked up to the entrance.The doors opened and a rotund man stepped out in a white, buttoned down shirt and black slacks, a radio and can of mace hanging from his belt. Around his right wrist was a bright-red medical bracelet; he was a Wormwood survivor, safe to walk around without risk of falling ill to the plague that only struck men. There hadn't been a case in a month in the Western.