I take the phone.  Yeah, I probably don't have the one I did anymore, do I?  And even if I did...would I even get service here?<br/><br/>"Am I okay?"  I pause for a moment.<br/><br/>"Every time I look down, I'm greeted by an ocean-side view of Deedee and her sister.  I have a tail.  I have a job herding catgirls and live in a City that hasn't decided which decade it wants to live in.  Or maybe it has and it's just schizophrenic.  I look at you...and lurking in the back of my head is the desire to kick the shit out of you and then force you to lick my feet in appreciation for that it was just<em>one </em>shit-kicking.  I look at a certain scion of a capital-H house and my knees want<em>so badly</em>to buckle and put me on the floor."  I could feel my eye tightening just slightly.  "And if you tell<em>anyone</em>that, ever, I will kick the shit out of you and it won't be just-"<br/><br/>I stop myself.  "Sorry.  The Dragon lady said I was an alpha, and...I can kind of believe it, now."  Beat.  "But seriously,<em>don't</em>tell anyone what I just said."