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“Fuck you,” snapped Con, glaring back at him. “So I’m hot for a chick with fur. Like you’d turn it down.” Dag smiled oddly as he took the disks out of his jacket pocket and slid them over the bar to Con. He shook his head. “I’m not judging. If I thought I had a chance in hell, I’d be all over her. But didn’t you think about what we were doing? The semi-perceptible frequencies work because they’re just high enough to be heard and just low enough not to register in the conscious mind.” Con scowled, still needled. “Yeah? So what? Spell it out. I’m a friggin’ desk monkey, not an audiologist.” Dag’s smile lingered, a faint, surprised, self-amused smile. He tapped the disks gently as he spoke. “Didn’t it occur to you that different species hear differently?” Con blinked. Dag nodded. “I see that it didn’t.” Con groaned. “Oh, fuck, I am an idiot. Oh, what the – man, they hear like ten times better than humans, don’t they. I am so fucked.” “You’re still breathing. There’s a chance she somehow missed it.” Dag shrugged, glancing over his shoulder toward the door “But – only one way to find out. Ask her.” Con stared at him, starting to frame a denial – then bit off his words as a warm, strong hand closed on his indian shoulder. He looked up guiltily to find Kass smiling down. “Good evening, Con.” Her purring tone as she lingered over his name and her sly green eyes, half-closed with pleasure, belied her formal greeting. He gulped and looked up, then with a start reached hurriedly but belatedly for the disks that lay on the bar. Kass stopped his hand with a rough-padded velvet paw. “Mmmm, drummers. My favorites.” She turned the disks over curiously. He sighed a little and scrapped the picture he was working on, crumpling it up and throwing it into the corner narrowly missing his bin, letting it settle among several other failed attempts. I stuttered. She tried to flap back against the wall, but her wings were nothing but bones with dangling gore, and soon after, her body was nothing but separated arms and legs, added to the window frame. Once again I blushed fiercely red as she made me realize and accept the depths to which I had sunk. “Savannah,” I tapped her on the head. All three indian times, that was the only answer he got, and the voice was the same, no matter who he called. Carol was the group leader. “We have all three.” "Oh my god," she whispers as her breath escapes her. Febe and Luciana.” “That’s it Rob, you’re taking me like a pro. I only prayed that Lucy would stay at home because I knew she was still in recovery from her surgery. She touched the door handle and drew it back, as if it had bitten her, then she twisted it and slowly opened it, poking her flushed face out and glancing around, expecting and seeing nothing. When my dad bought this place for me, me and him worked a few months on it to fix it the way I wanted it to be. It took a moment for her to get over it, then sadness set in. I kissed at the side of Courtney's breast, nipping and nibbling on her flesh. Ashley looked between them and grinned. Even Donna and Roger commented on Marcus’ complete obliviousness to Ronda’s intentions. “Damn, well, be sneaky, I’m sure he’ll love it if you touch him, he’ll probably get nice and hard for you.” She whispered making me kinda moan. If she did I don’t think she was going to tell me just then.