Hell, it would have been like putting a puppy up against a fighting pit bull; Mike alone could have probably done more damage to any of the bad old bi...kers than any number of cops could have. "There are some wannabes out there; punks too young to have been in the war and thinking they're bad asses but they don't come around here." And here I was looking for a real adventure and you're spoiling it by telling me I'm perfectly safe," she pouted."I didn't say you were safe," I added with a leer.. And weirdly enough, I loved every second of it. Well, almost every second. When I had to be offline, I started to pretend I was Anastasia. I ordered a blond wig and the second it was delivered (two weeks later), I ran to my room to try it on.I wore it haphazardly at first, but at least it covered my real hair. I puckered my lips and, looking in the mirror, I spoke a few words in some affected sultry voice. An Anastasia wannabe stared back at me. She was nowhere near convincing, and I remember. All I do is duplicate them. Glad you like the coffee. Should you want more while you are guarding your prisoner, just hold your cup out and ask for a refill." You're gonna spoil me," Carter said with a laugh just as the prisoner let out a groan. A groan or grunt was about all he could make since the ball gag prevented anything more intelligible.Carter took another sip of coffee. "Hurts like a motherfucker when the feeling starts to come back, huh?" Hmmmm uuummm!" the prisoner tried to yell,. " Akelta yawned and looked back at him and up, her head in an odd angle. Khaal smiles down at her and tilts his head. "Enjoying it? It sure does smell good." He moves his clawed massages to the base of her tail. "Want some?" She asked softly, nuzzling under his chin. Khaal shakes his head, resting his paw at the small of his mate's back. "No thank you, I'm quite content." Akelta mewed at him quietly, getting full. "Okay then, back to bed?" She asked him, continuing her loving nuzzle under his.