The catgirl doesn’t bother getting dressed. She picks up a pair of Scott’s boxers from the bedroom floor and sniffs them, inhaling his scent. Bein...g essentially a cat in human form, she has a powerful sense of smell, picking up pheromones and scents not normally consciously detected. She looks through his dresser and finds a few condoms. They look old, probably never used because he didn’t lose his virginity until he went off to college. She goes into his closet and looks on the floor, finding a. I'm going to change. I had your things brought up from Apo Prime. I'll meet you in the corridor outside the lounge in thirty minutes, and you can give me your answer.Wait ... cross the border? Where are we going Martin?Martin's smile was now full of evil. We are going to Ukwav. He replied.ENURRUADAY FIFTEENJoric ran his fingers along the scars on his face from the splinters the couch leg had left. The blast from the Firespitter had engulfed not only the balcony but the curtains and bed as well.. It started to respond to the attention, filling back up with blood.My body stumbled a bit less awkwardly to the basement washroom. The light flicked on and I stared at myself in the mirror, wide eyed. "Ho...lee...shit..." I whispered to myself.During all of this I had been trying to regain control of my body. Not having any luck, I had tried concentrating on one finger to try to move it...nothing. I also tried yelling in my head, which had worked on my half-sister way back in the day when she. Does it take you awhile, using hand tools?" Thousands of hours per, yeah." He gave her a smirk and a wink. "You have no idea how hands on." He extended his hands, the nails perfectly clipped, the calluses buffed away. "These aren't my hands. These aren't who I am." He leaned in very close. "But I'm inside, always watching, always ... hands on."Reaching for his hands, she brushed her own across them, feeling the softness. But her imagination provided the difference in her mind, the difference.