<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jerrod McKenzie</strong></span><br/><hr/><br/>He got in the car's backseat, closing his door behind him...and then looking Amelia up and down.  "Uh...uhm.  What, what are you supposed to be, exactly?  I get that you're a cat, but I get the feeling there's a bit more to it than just that."  Slowly, Jerrod started touching her, though in more friendly and less grope-y places.  Her knee, her shoulder, areas like that. "Even if I can't really say what you are, you are...you do look really pretty like this."