This instantly intrigued me but I had met him, although briefly, so was no longer a stranger as such. I was a little disappointed as this meant that I... couldn’t put my resume forward for the position. It did however, get me thinking, though, about possible juicy little encounters I could organise for my own husband. How would he react to this fantasy that she had described to me? Would he also enjoy being blindfolded and completely open to the will of a stranger?, Would he succumb to that kind. "How is my little Kitten this morning?" I... I'm not..." Why was Night Cat's voice so high and soft? And whydid the name Kitten sound correct? He knew who he actually was, moniedmillionaire Carlton Clare, but it was as if his true self had beensubverted, absorbed and virtually eliminated by his new identity. He waslooking out from inside a person named Kitten. The irony of going fromCat to Kitten was not lost on him. "How am I? I'm... fine." He smiledand fluttered his eyes. "And how. “Maybe Joy would be interesting. It’s a comedy drama,” I observed looking at the display above the ticket counter.“Star Wars is a comedy drama, too. Maybe we should see it,” Sia insisted.We moved to the ticket seller, a lovely young girl with a bright smile, blonde hair, perky disposition. “How can I help you?” she asked.“One adult, one pest-of-a-teenager for Joy,” I said.Sia leaned in. “He means Star Wars,” she informed the girl.“Brooklyn,” I said.“Don’t listen to him. He wants to see Star. He licked his paw. The claws were clearly visible. The guard stared at the cat in fear. John headed towards the elevator. The cat followed along, pausing only once to look over its shoulder at the guard.At the elevator, John studied the directory. One office stood out from all of the others. He pressed the up button and was surprised when the elevator door opened immediately. He stepped into it, followed by Rover. He pressed the button to the fifth floor. The elevator door closed. Rover looked.