Coming to the story – I was having a naughty chat with my junior colleague Janani, about her love life. She said she had a date that night with Rame...sh, a friend of her. When I asked further, I was shocked to hear the full story. Janani and her friends were using Ramesh as a gigolo. Now this made me horny, and I got Ramesh’s number from her. That night I was not feeling sleepy. I decided to message Ramesh. I sent him a normal message saying that Janani gave his number, and I’m interested. He. Frantic, Scott opens the sliding closet door, steps inside and shuts it behind him. As he turns around in the cramped closet he can see into the room through the slats in the door. He quickly notices too, that he had neglected to drop Tinsel’s panties.The man tries to be completely still while he watches his catgirl sister walk into the room with some bearded guy he has never seen before. She is smiling, her cat ears flickering like they do when she is excited. The guy is also smiling. Tinsel. This was dangerous territory. They were getting close to the river, the prime hunting area for the cats. To let down their guard here would be unthinkable.It wouldn’t be long now, one kilometer maybe to the shoreline, maybe a bit more to get to the shore point closest to the island. They had made excellent time in the hills, breakneck time in fact, especially considering the fact that many of their shoes were falling apart. They had all come to this strange world dressed for a party, not for a. The old courthouse had that affect on people. Outside, a white brick building, three stories including a huge polished brass domed roof that could be seen for miles. Inside was old wood, history imprinted into the grain. It was no longer in use, except for it's grounds. Musicians came every weekend to put on free concerts for the people who would come and sit on the satiny green lawns to listen.Today, the front steps were going to be used for the press conference. Already, the newsies were.