He didnt want to remember the early days after his father left. He didnt want to remember what Mother had done to him those last weeks. He didnt want ...to remember! A groan to his left drew his attention to Kaneez. She was facing him, and she was asleep. It was still dark, and when he looked at the clock, it showed three seventeen. He got out of bed and started pacing, trying to rid his mind of his dream. He had never before dreamt of more than one period of his life with Mother, and as he. The saber-tooth stalked forward and stared up the length of that delicious, hairless body into the eyes of the two-legger offering itself to him.It was almost a dance of love, Tanya realized, watching that wondrous, deadly creature stalking toward her. She lay backward on the grass, her knees forward and wide-spread with her feet tucked under her butt, her entire body aligned with the approaching beast. She watched along the length of her body, her cunt raised like the sights of a rifle.She. At nights he would dream of her. Dreams of heroism and gallantry with her in the role of a damsel in distress and he as the heroic rescuer. A gallant rescuer requiring nothing from his lady and often dying at her feet imagining her words: "Ah, who was that gallant and handsome hero who lost his life to defend my honor. Oh, now I'll never know his name!" But sometimes he didn't die. Instead she throws herself in his arms and in halting voice surrenders her purity to his ardent love.Then came. When I looked closer, I saw that she was just wearing the thin slip she had been wearing beneath her robe that morning. The slip barely reached her knees. It was so thin, I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties underneath. I could see the brown circles around her pointing nipples and her pubic hair outline clearly as the slip pressed to her body. I tried to pass by and ignore the way she was dressed, but she hit out at me as I made a mad dash for my room. I didn't get the door.