With a sudden, sharp yowl, poor Four's back arches and her muscles clench around Job's fingers.<br/><br/>"EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"<br/><br/>Then she collapses, leaning her head on his shoulder and whimpering sleepily.  This amuses the Qiling greatly, for some reason.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh...poor little kitten...did the nice man make you come hard enough to lose brain cells.?"</strong><br/><br/>"Mmm-hmm..."