Time seemed to stand still.  Or maybe this is what happened when two people were locked in a slow, deep, passionate, wet kiss.  No outdoor sounds entered his consciousness, though Anton did imagine that somewhere, a smiling Evangeline was probably saying,<i>About fuckin’ time</i>!  With Stella and him in such proximity, Tesla had to be vocalizing his displeasure at<i>still </i>being in his cat carrier.  But nope, not even a sonic boom from the Maine Coon could disrupt his concentration on kissing her.<br/><br/>Reluctantly pulling away, Anton was glad to see it was still daylight.  It just seemed and felt to him like their kiss lasted longer than mere minutes.  All of Stella’s bundles, belongings, and even Tesla were still nearby.  They had been equally ignored for something far more urgent.  The mega-sized cat clearly wished to be free from his captive state, and he constantly reminded anyone who would listen of that fact.  Because his own owner and Licorice’s daddy were either deaf or blissfully ignorant of this dire situation.  What could possibly be more important than the happiness of a jailed Maine Coon, one who was nearly the same size as the state of Maine?<br/><br/>About ready to help Stella with her variety of possessions to lug inside and up to her apartment, now was the time she chose to answer his question.  "I'm not sure, I think I need a moment and see ..."  One of her hands snaked around his neck while she drew him down to her.  Apparently, she had a smooch of her own to bestow upon him.  Although her “reply” to him was somewhat of a surprise, Stella definitely answered his inquiry with flying colors.  Anton was more than happy to return her kiss.  Turnabout is fair play, after all.<br/><br/>Time seemed to stand still.  Or maybe this is what happened when two people were locked in a slow, deep, passionate, wet kiss.  No outdoor sounds entered his consciousness.  Whoa, déjà vu.<br/><br/>Anton’s dangling arms, however, needed something to do, somewhere to go.  Right arm wrapped around her waist, while his left was deployed toward the middle of her back.  He brought Stella in closer to him, holding her tight while maintaining lip lock.  A thought crossed his mind for one of his hands to seek her shapely derriere.  That temptation was quickly punted into the weeds.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Tesla continued to sing the Lemme-Outta-This-Damn-Carrier-Already blues.