“Are you into Louis Malle?” I asked my mom.“I love Louis Malle,” she answered. “Atlantic City was one of my favourites. Burt Lancaster was a... bit old by then, but he was still hot!”“Burt Lancaster wasn’t hot, come on,” I jokingly replied.“Google him!” my mom insisted. “Look at his photos from the 50s and 60s!”“I’m not going to look for photos of Burt Lancaster, mom, don’t be silly,” I said, laughing out loud. “But seriously, I have an old Louis Malle film on DVD. It’s called Murmur of the Heart.. "I'll be up in a second," Lesia told the others and came over to where I was sitting."Are you upset?" she asked quietly after the others had departed."No, I'm hungry!" I told her, as she sat beside me."We know. We felt it when you changed, although Annie didn't seem to notice it. We also noticed when you changed back a few minutes later. What happened?" she asked quietly. I smiled at her concern."The children wanted to see me in my Tiger-form. We were out in one of the far fields. We had been. He was a fixture on the street in town, careful these days to avoid a parole problem. He had been skeptical when the redhead approached him, but she was vouched for by the Weasel, and the Weasel always knew a good con act. All he had to do was show up, look tough, growl a bit, scare a guy and get a blowjob. If the guy wanted more, do more. He got to use a condom. The Bug had made it through prison without getting AIDS and wasn't going to take risks now. No big deal. An easy three hundred for an. Chet Comstock was nearing seventy now and Pat, the drunk I had picked out of the saloon in Button Box seven years ago, was at least seventy-five.Whenever the three of us had a moment, the talk always turned to Judy and Cindy. Kenny had promised he would have them polished enough to be accepted into the so-called polite society. Miss Sylvia had done much in this area as well. We missed the girls more than any of us would admit while they were away. The town did too and the small ones who were.