Lisle felt dirty.  Her skin crawled with the urge to get out of the wet sand, and she was practically ready to chew on soap to get the taste of sex out of her mouth.  This woman had done all this to her, and now she wanted<em>affection</em>?  Wasn't sucking cock enough?  The bewilderment was clear in those wet, green eyes, but so was the hopelessness.<br/><br/>If she wanted to be clean, she had to befoul herself this one last time.  That was the thought as she brushed her paw-hands together to dust off the clinging litter.  If she wanted to be clean, she had to keep Gerlinde in a good mood.  That was how she justified it to herself as she put those hands on the floor and scraped her toes against the side of the box.  If she wanted to be clean, she had to be a good kitty.  That was the thought that she tried to avoid thinking as she pressed herself, shoulder to hip, against Gerlinde's leg.