The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)
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				Title: <strong>The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-05-2008, 10:02:18</strong>
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				It all began three weeks ago, when the letter came from the lawyer. Allan couldn't believe his eyes. His eccentric old uncle had passed away... and left his entire fortune to him!<br><br>In the ensuing weeks, he'd met with the lawyer numerous times, laying out the specifics of the will, though none of the strange requirements mattered to him. He was rich, now; he'd have a house, paid for and fully furnished, along with an incredible fortune, an unbelievable gift for the man who'd dropped out of college a year ago. And the demands weren't even terrible, either; live a month in this free house, and, for some reason, blow a whistle upon entering the first time. He'd mentally shrugged at the requests; the one to live in the house was absurdly easy. He was ready to leave this awful apartment behind as a memory, forever. As for the whistle, he can't imagine what that's about, but figures he'll find out when he gets there.<br><br>He makes the long drive, out into the countryside, his worn-down Chevy puttering along on what feels like its last legs. He checked the signs, constantly, to make sure he was still in the right area. Finally, he rounds the last bend... and sees it. It looked nothing like he'd imagined. The first thing he realized was that it was many, many times larger than he'd dreamed. "The old man must've been loaded..." he mutters, as continues to drive. The second thought to hit him was the hideousness of it; it looked more like it had been carved from one massive piece of rock and dropped in the middle of the lot than actually built. Maybe it had. "... but as crazy as they said," he finishes, as he pulls up to the front and climbs out, grabbing his bag of clothing, a few personal items, and some weed he'd tucked into the bottom, from the back seat, all he figured he'd need, since it's already furnished, brushes back his short, auburn hair, adjusts his dirty t-shirt and brushes some of the creases out of his jeans, and begins heading towards the intimidating front doors, fishing the small, silver whistle from his pocket along with the keys to the front door.<br><br>Fumbling open the lock, he steps inside, and, without turning on a light, sets down his bag, puts the whistle to his lips... and blows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>05-05-2008, 10:37:38</strong>
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				The house was, without a doubt, the domain of a wealthy man. Everything looked expensive, from the polished hardwood floor to the chandelier that hung above the entryway. A sweeping staircase led up one side of the main hall, while the other side had several oaken doors leading off into the rest of the first floor, both of them closed. The house looked very much like something from a BBC interpretation of a Jane Austen novel. The only thing to throw off the illusion of stepping back in time was a small box on the wall, obviously the control panel for some kind of security system. On it, a light was blinking green happily. Apparently the executor had been by and disabled it for Allan's convenience. There'd been something in the will about that as well, the code needed to shut down and re-enable the system.<br><br>The manor was deathly still. It was set far enough in the country that outside noise was minimal. But the way the air in this place stood, it seemed like a nuclear bomb could probably go off on the front stoop without making a sound inside the thick rock walls. In the stagnant air, the sound of the whistle burst clear and sweet, echoing a little off the domed ceiling and reverberating in the crystals of the chandelier. For a moment, as the sound died away once again, it seemed that would be the end of it. What a crazy old man anyway. But then there was a distant noise. It started out so faint that it was easy to think that it had been imagined--it was more a sense of something about to happen than anything else. But it grew steadily louder until it was most definitely a sound, a scrabbling from above like something was moving through the upper floors. However, the closer it came, the more off this perception seemed. The sound now seemed to come from just above the ceiling, <em>in</em> the ceiling, perhaps. For a moment it would have been easy to believe that it was the sound of a serious rat or mouse infestation. Like some kind of bizarre Pied Piper of Hamlin ... as if the whistle had brought the pests a-running. But the sound continued to increase in volume, passing right over Allan's head, and by then it seemed more like footsteps--hurried, light footsteps.<br><br>Then there was a muffled clunk that definitely came from the wall to his right. The scrape of metal on metal, followed by a soft thud, came from inside one of the doors to his right. All was silent for a moment, but then the door burst open, revealing what appeared to be a coat closet hung liberally with various jackets, suit coats and winter paraphernalia. A girl tumbled out, and it was pretty certain she would have made a quite impressive crashing noise when she hit the hardwood floor--if she hadn't been half tangled in a parka. She struggled her way free of it, leaving it crumpled on the floor as she scrambled back to her feet. She straightened her back and tucked her hands behind her, looking down at herself as if to inspect her posture. Only then did she look up and notice Allan.<br><br>She stared at him for a moment in the newly triumphant silence. Time seemed to stand still. She looked like she'd been frozen where she stood, every muscle tight, and the planes of her body making her appear to be a statue more than a live girl. It would have been forgivable, in fact, to believe that she <em>was</em> a statue. A very lifelike waxwork. If it weren't for the fact that she'd definitely not been made out of wax when she tumbled from the depths of the closet, and it weren't for the fact that--in general--wax statues didn't breathe like frightened mice. In any case, it gave him a chance to study her. She was a small thing with a delicate build, slender from head to toe. Russet hair hung in loose curls to the middle of her back, giving her a slightly unkempt appearance. Two ears projected from the top of her head, pricked forward in shock at the moment. They were silky black cat ears, with faint tracings of white and--on her left ear--an orange streak. She had bright green eyes--still locked on him in an expression of shock--that dominated a pale face, their size only enhanced by the dark circles under her eyes, as if she'd not been sleeping nearly enough.<br><br>Her bizarre outfit reinforced the illusion that she'd dropped out of some peculiar fantasy land. Like Narnia, maybe, given the connection with the closet--only a Narnia with a far less innocent bent. She wore a dark purple corset with silver piping, laced tightly around her already waifish figure--it seemed overkill, really, to put a girl who was thin as it was into a slimming device--and billowing harem pants that looked to be made of matching purple silk. The pants were slung low on her hips, with slits that ran from ankle to mid-thigh on the sides and were framed by yet more silver accenting. The corset left a gap of several inches before the pants began, showing a strip of pale skin and a belly button. Maybe it was just the way she was breathing, her stomach drawing in to an almost freakish concavity, but she seemed like she wasn't eating properly, and hadn't been for quite some time. A long brush of a tail hung down and curled partially around one of her legs. It was mostly black, like her ears, but had a sizable patch of orange with tabby stripes, and a white tip which was flicking very slightly--the only movement she was making, other than breathing. Her feet were bare, close together on the floor so they touched along the sides. There was something around her neck as well. It looked to be some sort of fine dog collar, made in burnished black leather with a silver plate across her throat. Something seemed to be engraved there, but in the lighting it was difficult to tell what it said.<br><br>There was an ageless quality to her fine features. Her large eyes and petite form made her look to be no more than a child. But something about her build--breasts held into place by the corset with a subtle shadow of cleavage, not large but certainly not those of a child--and the planes of her face put her into adulthood, eighteen or nineteen years of age, perhaps. She stood there for several long moments, her green eyes slowly fading from shock to fear, and then in a matter of seconds, she was gone. She gave a squeak of terror, and then crouched gracefully and scooped up the parka from the floor. The girl backpedaled into the closet without ever taking her eyes off him, groping for the knob and slamming the door shut behind her. After only a brief pause, there was a fumbling noise in the closet, and then a thud and a muffled cry, like she'd tripped over something and fallen again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-05-2008, 18:04:53</strong>
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				Allan doesn't hear the sound, at first, and tuck the keys and whistle back into his pocket, figuring he'd fulfilled that simple duty. Looking around, he spies the switch to turn on the lights, and reaches out towards it... then stops. Now he can hear it. Casting his eyes about, warily, looking for the source of this noise, a hundred thoughts flicker through his mind. As the sound grows louder, becomes footsteps, he tenses. Had this all been a prank, all along? They'd said he'd be alone here, when he arrived... who could it be? A thief, now? What a perfect way to start this new life.<br><br>Spinning to his right at the sound from the wall, he takes a few cautious steps back. Whoever they were, they were getting closer. His bag lay at his feet, almost tripping him; he didn't have any weapon, but he might be able to fling the...<br><br>The door burst open, and the parka-wrapped intruder cast forth. Allan jumps back a step, instinctively, biting his tongue to keep from screaming like a girl. Empowered by fright, he takes in every aspect of her in a moment, as they both stand there, staring at each other. He looked nothing like his uncle; his clothes were dirty, worn, likely from a discount store. His hair was medium length, a couple of inches long, a dark brown that might've once been called blond, but had long since darkened. He was relatively skinny, and his eyes, if not suddenly wide in shock, would have a&nbsp; slightly glazed look to them, as one already bored with the monotony of life.<br><br>The first thing to catch his gaze is her outfit; had he been dropped into some other world? He was certainly far enough from the city he knew and grew up in to qualify, but this seemed excessive. Her eyes are the next thing he sees, the shining emeralds that contrasted so well with her hair... which contrasted the black cat ears. It takes him a moment to realize that they're not part of the outfit, when he sees them twitch, slightly. He blinks, startled, then sees them twitch again. <em>Impossible,</em> he thinks. <em>A... cat girl? I've heard of them, sure... but to think the old man would actually have one...?</em><br><br>Used to seeing the image of women, of models, portrayed by the media, he doesn't think too much of her skinniness, or the dark circles under her eyes; they seem to fit in with the unrealistic image of all of this. It was almost too much for his mind to take in. Finally, he bucks up enough courage to take a step towards her. "Hey, I--" It seems either the sudden move startled her, or she'd finally snapped to her senses as well, because before he can finish getting the first word out, her squeak cuts him short as she dives into the closet. Allan continues to stand there, surprised once more, until he hears the crash inside, followed by the cry. Still empowered into action, he surges forward and yanks at the door handle for a moment, before realizing it needs to be turned, and throws the door open, looking around inside for her. "Are you alright?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>05-05-2008, 19:08:09</strong>
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				Inside the closet, the girl lay stunned for a moment. She'd tripped over a pair of skis and gone tumbling yet again. It was clear that she'd somehow missed the memo that cats are supposed to be graceful. Or maybe it was the maddening hunger that was chewing at her, making her weak and robbing her of sleep. She made the split-second decision that she might as well stay down. After all, it would be hard to fall if she was already more or less on the floor. She dug her heels into the floor and lifted herself into a bridge, supported on her hands, scuttling backwards into the depths of closet. She scuttled over pairs of boots and shoes, pushing through assorted coats like some sort of giant crab. Only arguably more attractive than your standard marine variety.<br><br>When Allan wrenched open the door, it was just in time to see the last few inches of her tail--white tip gleaming in the ambient light--disappear between two coats. It was even bushier than usual, courtesy of her terror. She tucked herself into the furthest corner of the closet, sheltering behind and almost entirely obscured by a large trenchcoat that hung all the way to the floor. She pulled up her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, trying to make herself as small as she possibly could in hopes that she wouldn't be noticed. It wouldn't have been such a horrible hiding place, all things considered, but her tail lay in wait to betray her, that blasted tip like a flag of surrender, trailing out from the hem of the coat, twitching nervously. Her ears alternated between perked forward in alertness, and plastered back against her head in fear. She realized in a flash of insight that coats did not make ragged breathing noises. So she held her breath. But there was nothing she could do about her pounding heart. Except hope that he wasn't some sort of super-powered villain with a keen sense of hearing as his special ability. It was amazing what a terrified imagination could convince someone of.<br><br>When he spoke, she cringed, and her shoulder bumped into a pair of snowshoes that had been leaning against the wall. She stared at them with that horror of watching something terrible--a cake falling from a counter--happen in slow motion. They scraped noisily in an arc down the plaster as they fell with a crash to the wood floor. Well, so much for being a figment of anyone's imagination. He'd asked her a question, and now there was no way he'd believe that she wasn't there. It was rapidly becoming clear that this was not a faux pas she was going to get away with.<br><br>"No." She said, a hint of despair and a note of pleading to her voice, "Please go away and pretend you didn't see me ..."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 08:01:55</strong>
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				Allan spots the tip of her tail as it vanishes between the coats, calling out to her. Waiting, hoping for a reply, he wonders if he was crazy, had imagined everything... that it was a big dog, or a rat, or something. He hops back a bit as his attempt to find her results in the scraping crash of the snowshoes; proof that something was there. Then her voice, pleading, despairing, sounding rough, almost ragged, coming from the back. Of course, there's no way he'd abandon this, now... especially since he had to live here, after all.<br><br>"Who are you? Do you live here? If you do, you don't have to be afraid... I guess, since I, err, own this place, now... I think I'm, uhh, responsible for you.." He scratches the back of his head, contemplating what he just said. Responsible for her? He was hardly responsible for himself... what did he know? Then again, what else was he going to do here for a month?
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				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 08:11:19</strong>
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				In the back of the closet, the girl had her head cradled in her hands, her fingers laced through her hair. The worst part of the hunger was the headache it brought her, the hazy feeling that nothing was real anymore. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe <em>she'd</em> imagined <em>him</em>. Maybe he was wishful thinking, someone who might give her food. When he spoke again, she nearly jumped out of her skin, having nearly convinced herself that he wasn't really there at all. That he was some sort of delusion brought on by starvation. Then again, who said delusions couldn't talk? They were, after all, different from imagination figments. Or at least, so she figured.<br><br>She let her hands slip from her curls and drop instead to the ground, shifting herself onto all fours and crawling far enough that she could tuck her face between two coats and see him. Her ears were tipped back against her head in a show of misery and fear, and she looked up at him with her confused green eyes,<br><br>"You're not really here." She said, something both sad and matter-of-fact to her voice, "At least, I don't think so. I made you up inside my head. So you know who I am, and you know that I live here. But you're lying to me. I do have to be afraid, cuz just on the off chance you're really you and not me, I'm in a lot of trouble." And with that she vanished back into the closet
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 08:16:47</strong>
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				Allan stares at her wordlessly, as she appears again. And remains silent, as she speaks most of the thoughts in his mind, as well. "Why would you be in trouble?" he asks, figuring he already knows the answer; she's not supposed to be seen by outsiders, is she? She was his dirty little secret.<br><br>He pokes his head further in, pulling apart the coats she'd appeared through, though his eyes aren't as adjusted to the darkness as hers likely are, so he won't see her, right away, if he can at all. "Have you been alone for these past few weeks? Are you okay?" He feels like he's repeating himself... bu he feels he needs to win her trust, or something. The old man trusted her to him, didn't he? With the whistle?
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				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 08:24:46</strong>
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				She had tucked herself back into the corner again, this time with her brushy tail wrapped around her bare feet. She wasn't so much hiding anymore, as she was trying to make her body reflect what she was feeling. Helpless, tiny and miserable. Inside that curly-haired head, she was thinking fast, trying to decide what to do. If he was real, the old man was going to kill her. Well, okay. Maybe not kill her, but she was sure that he'd make her wish he had. She hugged her knees and rocked slowly back and forth, not even really aware she was doing it. If he <em>wasn't</em> real, then what? Could she will him to go away? Or was he going to be following her around asking her silly questions that he should know the answers to?<br><br>Then she realized he was speaking to her. The old man was right. She was horrible at paying attention. She couldn't even be attentive to what her own delusion was saying. She had to search her mind to find the faint memory of what he'd said, "Yes." She said, and then to the other question, "No."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 08:31:03</strong>
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				<em>Oh, god, it's worse than I thought... she doesn't know...</em> Allan swallows hard, not sure how to put it, not wanting to sound too rude, but at the same time... she needs to know the truth. "Listen, I don't know if you know this, but, uhh, judging from what you've said and done, you probably don't. I, err, don't know how to say it, but... ahh... the old man, my uncle, who used to own this place... well, he's dead. Joe is dead."<br><br>Certain she'll try to deny it, declare this to be some fantasy, he reaches back into his pocket for the small whistle, planning to hold it up to show her. "He left me this whistle, in his will... told me to blow it, as soon as I arrived here."
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				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 08:45:31</strong>
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				The girl narrowed her eyes. Maybe he wasn't a delusion. Maybe this was part of some new game, or a test that she'd failed. She wouldn't put it past the old man. He'd probably think it was funny. Leaving her here to starve for two weeks, and then sending someone else to terrify her out of her already frazzled wits. It was far, far too much to hope that the old man might be dead. Monsters don't die. They don't age. They grow bigger and stronger on a steady diet of the fear of others. She got lost in that particular imagining for a moment, her eyes widening as she pictured the old man growing bigger and bigger with a big evil grin on his face. She shuddered.<br><br>"Fat chance." Was all she said. And then it occurred to her to be angry. "You're ..." She tried to remember the expression, "In cahoots. With him. Tell him it's not funny. Tell him I said he's a bastard and I hate him." And there she went, talking without thinking. She realized only after the words were out of her mouth that all the message would accomplish was likely him leaving her here for another week to think about her smart mouth, "No." She ammended hastily, "Don't tell him that. Please." Oh hell. Now she'd done it. If only she weren't so hungry, maybe she could think. Her brain felt stuffed with cotton. Moreso than usual, even.
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 08:51:33</strong>
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				Had the old man been abusive? All Allan had ever heard was that he was just odd, kept to himself a lot. She probably explains a lot of that. Deciding to try a different tactic, something like backwards psychology or something, he says. "Alright, fine, don't believe me, then. But the old guy's dead, and I'm in charge here, now. And I'm hungry, so I'm going to get something to eat... you can join me, if you like." <em>As soon as I figure out where the kitchen is...</em> He realizes that, if she's that scared of him, she probably wouldn't disobey his orders... and she looks hungry, not just skinny. Maybe this will lure her out?<br><br>He turns out of the closet, shoulders his bag again, and begins walking into the manor, in search of where the kitchen might lay.
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				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 09:05:09</strong>
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				The girl was a bit incensed by his tone, her nose wrinkling a little as if she'd smelled something unpleasant. But then he mentioned food, and her irritation was forgotten, her face smoothing over and her green eyes going wide. Her head was filled with visions, most of which involved large quantities of edibles. She was out of the closet and scrambling to her feet before she really knew what she was doing. Once she was out, it was too late to pretend his words hadn't caught her attention. She hesitated a moment, her eyes darting from one side to the other, like she was hoping to find some other reason on which to pin her dramatic change of heart. When nothing occurred to her, she sighed and padded quietly behind him, making sure to stay out of reach. She'd really done it now. He'd know she was hungry, and he and the old man would use it against her. <br><br>She knew very well that she couldn't take food from anyone but the old man, and that she wasn't allowed to eat without his express permission. Hence her starving for two weeks when the kitchen was well stocked with foods of every variety. At the same time, she wasn't sure she'd be able to turn down the offer. If this delusion--though she didn't really think he was a delusion anymore--put food in front of her, it'd be agony trying to resist it. Which was, she suddenly realized, probably the whole point. Conniving old devil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 09:09:26</strong>
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				Allan pretends not to notice her as she scrambles out of the closet, and begins following him. He looks into various rooms, not even sure what each room would be called. He was used to having a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room/kitchen. What was there, beyond that?<br><br>After a few minutes of hopeless wandering, he turns to the catgirl, not hiding the exasperation in his voice. "So... where is the kitchen?" She'll have to know... she lives here, right?
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				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 10:02:37</strong>
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				She followed behind him on silent feet, watching him explore the house. She couldn't help but be a little curious about him. The old man rarely had guests over, and on the occasions when he did, she obviously wasn't allowed to see them. She was restricted to her own room and expected to stay there in utter silence until the house was once again empty of anyone besides herself and her captor. She'd never even considered trying to get help from any of the old man's visitors. In her experience, people were dangerous, and the fewer of them you dealt with, the better. Showing herself and pleading to be taken away from the manor would only have ended--she was sure--in being laughed at, and later punished by the old man for disobedience. Neither of those things were reactions that she was fond of.<br><br>She jumped a little when Allan turned and spoke to her, and immediately tried to cover the reaction by looking around her and adopting a bored expression. As if she'd just happened to be in the hallway, and hadn't been following him. She beckoned to him and turned the opposite direction, her tail betraying her uncertainty about the situation as she led him down a series of hallways and opened a door into a huge and gleaming kitchen. There were foodstuffs on the counters, cupboards full of baking goods ... food everywhere. And the catgirl slipped past the doorway, kneeling in a corner of the glorious kitchen and trying very hard not to look at anything edible.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 18:59:29</strong>
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				Allan notices she seems a bit uncertain about where it is, herself, and wonders, silently, what that could mean. Did he keep her here as a prisoner, not a servant? A maid would almost unquestionably know where the kitchen is...<br><br>He takes a moment to take in all the sights and smells. It looks freshly stocked, too... the executor must've done that, like he promised. Good, a few weeks without having to go shopping, probably. Now... what to make?<br><br>"Hey, since I don't want to just call you 'catgirl' or something... what's your name?" He doesn't talk directly to her, as he searches through the cupboards for inspiration. Finally, undecided, he settles for the most advanced thing his culinary skills will allow; peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Figuring she's pretty hungry, if she hasn't come to the kitchen for what looks like days, he lays out ten slices of bread; two sandwiches for him, three for her. So what if she doesn't finish, right? It takes him a minute to find the peanut butter, creamy, of course, then he gets the jelly, and a gallon of milk out. He grabs a couple plates, a knife, and two glasses... then hesitates. "Err... would you rather have some milk from a glass, or a bowl?" he asks, sheepishly, not knowing how cat-like she really is.
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				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 01:34:38</strong>
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				The girl had to find something to do to keep her mind off the fact that he was wandering the kitchen, opening cabinets to reveal yet more food that she wasn't allowed to eat. So she pulled her tail across her legs and stroked it with her fingers, working out small snarls in the soft fur. She was busily engaged in this task when he spoke to her again, her chin down and her ears swiveling absentmindedly to pick up the noise of rustling food bags. When she can't find any more snarls in her fur, she turns her attention to her hair, combing through her curls with her fingers. As a result of this distraction, it takes her a moment to answer, and when she does she gives him a startled look with those crystalline green eyes, like she'd forgotten he was there.<br><br>Which, of course, she hadn't. How could she, when now she could smell peanut butter? Damn her heightened sense of smell. <br><br>"My name is ..." She hesitated, half-tempted to give him the name that she hadn't used in years and years. But that wasn't the name engraved on her collar, and he'd probably just accuse her of lying. And if he was reporting to the old man on her behavior, she'd be in even deeper shit for denying the name he'd given her, "Caethes." She said, sounding a little defeated, "My name is Caethes." <br><br>She fell into a brooding silence, broken only when he questioned her again, "A glass." She said before she thought it through, then she added hastily, "But I can't have any."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 04:55:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, Caethes." He fumbles the name around in his mouth, trying a couple of times before it sounds right, as he makes the sandwiches, pouring out the two glasses of milk. "Why can't you have any?" <em>Because the old man told her she couldn't, of course.</em> "If it's 'cause of the old guy, I keep telling you, he's dead. I'm in charge, now, so I'm telling you..." he holds out a plate, stacked high with three sandwiches in one hand, and a glass of milk in the other, to her. "Eat."<br><br>He continues to stand there, inching closer, until she takes it; once it leaves his hands, he turns to begin eating his own meal, wondering what the hell happened to her. Well, he wasn't cruel, so he was at least going to see her fed. And clothed properly, he thinks, a moment later. <em>She's not too much smaller than me... she could probably wear some of my clothes. They'd at least fit her better tan that... well, attractive outfit. But that's gotta be uncomfortable. I mean, a corset? Ouch.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 05:11:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes couldn't help herself. She looked up at him when he spoke again, and her eyes caught on the stream of milk filling the glass. Her eyes dilated, making dark pools in the center of an emerald sea. That hungry gaze followed him across the flood as he brought her the plate, and she was only half aware of his words. She was still far from convinced that the old man was really dead. She was so certain this was just a novel form of torture. Even if she did believe it, it was a rule that had been pounded into her head until it took, and it would be hard to break it now. Even though she was half-faint with hunger. She set the plate down right in front of her knees and stared down at the stack of sandwiches, counting them silently in her head over and over. The glass of milk she held in both hands, but didn't drink, just feeling the coldness seep through into her hands.<br><br>She couldn't seem to drag her eyes away from the food, but she made no move to eat it. She was bound by her fear of punishment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 05:18:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan watches her, intensely curious, as he eats. What sort of terrible punishment could convince a starving woman not to eat? "What could I do, to convince you he's dead? I can probably get almost anything, except, y'know, his actual carcass. Might be tough to bring some things here, though, since you probably can't go out in public, huh?" He doesn't wait for her reply, mostly just thinking aloud, now. "I mean... I don't really care what you do, though if you're a part of the house, I guess I have to take care of you, too, for a month, or else I'm not gonna get all the money. Didn't say anything like that in the will, not that I remember. I would've remembered mention of a cute girl I had to take care of."<br><br>He sighs, taking another bite of the sandwich, speaking the first half of the next sentence with his mouth full. "I guess you explain why he never had any kids, huh? How old are you, anyway?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 05:33:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes slowly tilted her chin up towards him, though her eyes did not follow it at first. It was like she had to literally tear her gaze from the food, and when her eyes finally met his, she looked a little shell-shocked. His words were meaningless to her at first, and she had to rerun them through her distracted mind several times before they made any sense at all. <br><br>"Monsters don't die." She told him, finally voicing the thought that had been stuck in her mind, "And I'm not allowed outside." She looked a little wistful for a moment, her eyes going distant and apparently thinking on something other than food. The tip of her tail twitched in her lap, and her ears swiveled back a little. She shifted off her knees, the back of her head clunking to the wall. That was a sin in this household too, but she was too hungry and suddenly tired to care, so she did it anyway, tucking up her knees and sighing,<br><br>"I don't know what day it is." She said, "But I was 17 last time I saw a newspaper." She ran her fingers through her hair, letting them catch in the curls at the bottom and tugging a little. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 05:39:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, he did," Allan snaps, now getting a little annoyed at her stubbornness. "Dropped dead of a heart attack in the middle of the green, or so they said. Jesus, what did he do to you? Why did he pick me? I'd only met him, what, once? Twice? If ever... why me?" He sighs again, letting his anger fade. "Will you just eat, already? I know you're hungry, and I'm telling you to eat." He pauses a moment. "Look, I'll take any blame if you get in trouble with him, okay? I won't let him hurt you. It was my order, right? And since he told me I'm responsible for the house, then that's like an order coming from him... so, for the good of the house, just eat. Please?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 05:48:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes's head snapped up when he raised his voice, his annoyance and rising anger clear in his tone. It wasn't that she was unused to annoying people--she'd annoyed the old man on a regular basis. It was more the confusing nature of his annoyance. Like he wasn't even so much angry at her as he was at the old--supposedly dead--man. It was that, more than anything, that placated her into breaking through her fear of touching food without the old man's permission. She reached for the plate, scooped up a sandwich in one hand, and shoved nearly half of it into her mouth at once. She was trying to get as much into her as possible before she remembered how stupid she was being to trust this stranger. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she chewed on her enormous mouthful of peanut butter, jelly and bread. It was a moment before she could speak again, and she used it to try to decide what to say.<br><br>"I'm sorry." <br><br>That would do. It'd been a long time since she'd said those words in sincerity, rather than terror. It felt strange, to truly be sorry for upsetting someone, rather than being sorry that they were going to beat the tar out of her for doing it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 06:06:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't apologize," he replies, with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You haven't done anything wrong. Just keep eating." Allan follows his own advice, finishing off the first sandwich, and picking up the second. It was a start, anyway. At least she'll listen to some kind of reason, even if it is fairly screwed up. <br><br>As he eats, he rummages through his bag, digging out one of his old t-shirts and a baggy pair of shorts. He tosses both towards her, careful not to aim towards her glass of milk, not wanting to cause a mess already. "Here, when you're done, take off that terrible outfit, and put these on. I'm sure they're more comfortable." Besides... he'll be able to concentrate more on helping her when she doesn't look like she's about ready to pull him into the bedroom with some handcuffs and whips. Though he does like that idea...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 08:05:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes didn't need to be told twice. Now that she'd broken the rule, it was broken. She couldn't imagine he'd punish her any more for eating three sandwiches than he would for eating one bite. He wasn't the type to take compassion, or--say--see the value if she'd taken only one bite, been overwhelmed by guilt, and then stopped. The end result would be the same. She might as well disobey as well as she could, since the damage was done. She devoured two and a half sandwiches in a matter of seconds, and then finally slowed down to enjoy the rest of the third, nibbling on it slowly. <br><br>She caught the clothing easily when he threw it to her, the motion graceful and instinctive. She chews the last of her sandwich as she surveyed the clothing. She wondered what he was playing at. It wasn't that she didn't think her outfit was terrible. It was, and she hated it wholeheartedly. But the old man had loved it, and she'd assumed any man would. She watched him curiously as she set the clothing on the floor. With her mouth half stuck together, she turned her attention to the glass of milk, picking it up again. She drank strangely, and it seemed his question about glass or bowl hadn't been so strange of one after all. She tipped the glass up as if she was going to drink from it normally, and then lapped--instead--at the surface of the milk like a cat. She had a look of feline pleasure on her face, finally the rumbling ache of her stomach had quieted. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 08:18:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan smiles, watching her eat. He knew she was hungry, but hadn't imagined it was that bad. As she finishes, he tosses the last part of his sandwich in his own mouth, finishing off his milk. "Still hungry?" he asks, wondering where she hid all the food, in her small frame. "If you want more, I can make some. Just ask."<br><br>Seems she was more feline than he'd thought, as he watches her drink the milk. Suddenly, it hits him; what the hell is going on, here? He's eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the middle of a massive mansion with a catgirl... slave? After inheriting a fortune. This has to be a dream... this doesn't happen to real people. As he sets his plate by the dishwasher, he pinches himself, hard, just to make sure it's not a dream. "Ow." Nope. No dream.<br><br>"So, what have you been doing here since the old man died, Caethas?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 08:51:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes considered his first question. Was she still hungry? She was tempted to say yes, just in case he changed his mind and decided to keep starving her after all. Or in case the old man came back. But she wasn't actually hungry anymore, she was rather full, really. Almost uncomfortably so. As much as she wanted to stuff down more food to save up in case she had to go without again, she shook her head, "I'll make myself sick." She admitted, "I have no self-control. At least, that's what he always said." She realized with a start that she'd spoken about him in past tense. Was she really starting to believe that maybe the old man might be gone? For good? That was dangerous, dangerous ground. She shot a nervous look around her, half expecting him to leap out of the shadows now that she'd slipped up. But no. It was still just the strange newcomer, a few dirty dishes, a pair of baggy clothing and herself in the kitchen. <br><br>"Starving." She said promptly in response to his next question. And she wasn't even trying to be facetious. It was pretty much the truth. She'd been in her room, waiting in desperation for the old man to take pity on her--as if he HAD any pity--and come back to feed her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 08:57:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No longer speaking rhetorically, he asks her directly, "What did he do to you?" After a moment, faster, if she look uncomfortable, he amends, "You don't have to answer that now, if you don't want to. But I'd like to know, eventually."<br><br>He picks up her dishes, setting them next to his. He'll handle them later. He puts away the food he'd brought out, and, in general, tidies things up. He's a slacker, sure, but he likes a clean environment. And it just feels weird to dirty this place up. Everything's so... immaculate, like a museum.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 10:02:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She did look uncomfortable. It wasn't even so much the question itself as it was that she didn't know where to start. She wasn't even sure what he was asking. Her ears slowly turned back and pressed to her skull, and her tail stopped twitching to lay lifeless across her lap. Her eyes seemed to drift away, as though she were looking back into the past for the answer. She wrapped her tail in one hand, tugging at it a little. The question was so vague. <br><br>"He ..." Well, that was a start. Now what should she put after it, "He ..." And nothing really seemed to leap out at her as a good think to put after it. <em>He was a monster. He hurt me on purpose and then laughed, he liked to watch me cry, he took whatever he wanted from me and didn't care what scars he left behind.</em> And at the moment, most importantly, he'd left her alone for two weeks without food. She'd been drinking from the sink in the small bathroom that was part of her little niche in the house. He'd just gone away one day and not bothered to come back, and all she'd had to eat since he'd walked out the door were a few stale gingersnaps from a box she'd stolen when she was in a rebellious mood. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>07-05-2008, 22:26:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan watches her, to see if she's going to continue, but doesn't press her if she chooses not to. Still, he's curious about what happened here... and what he might expect to find if he goes exploring. A torture room? Suddenly, it hits him... if she was here, might there be others? Highly unlikely, but worth asking.<br><br>He waits until she either finishes talking, or it looks like she's not going to say anything, after all, then asks, "Is there anyone else here I should know about?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>08-05-2008, 03:35:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes carefully set her glass of milk--half empty now--back on the floor. Her hands were trembling and she folded them together in her lap in an attempt to still her shaking. She looked embarrassed in the way of a cat that has been caught doing something ungraceful, her ears still slicked back to her head. She wasn't the type to easily admit fear, but she'd been scared of the old man, there was no doubt about that. She'd both been afraid of him, and hated him. Neither were feelings that sat well with her general nature. It was one thing not to trust, but another thing entirely to despise.<br><br>She seized his second question and ran with it, grateful for the at least temporary respite from talking about the things she'd endured within the walls of this strange modern manor.<br><br>"No." She said, "It's just me. Always been just me. And the old man." Then she remembered, "There was a maid who came in once a week to clean ... but that was it. And I never saw her. And she hasn't been here since the old man left."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>08-05-2008, 08:56:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan nods at her response. That makes sense... why would the maid come clean an empty house? "Well, since I'm not going to make you hide, anymore, I suppose we probably don't want to hire her back, just yet." He sighs, hefting his bag again. "Where do you sleep? And where's the bedroom? I want to put my bag away, so I don't have to keep hauling it around." He decides to abandon the probing questions, for now... let her recover a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>08-05-2008, 10:26:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes stood, picking up her dishes and carrying them the sink. She rose rather gracefully, considering that she couldn't really bend her torso with the corset on. It was also surprising, in that she'd been so clumsy earlier, falling from the closet and then falling back into it again. Though perhaps that had been solely a result of the fact that she was weak with hunger. She returned to where she'd been sitting and scooped up the clothing he'd given her, holding it in her arms. Those were questions she didn't mind answering, so much,<br><br>"My room is hidden." She said, heading for the door, "I'll show you where the Master's Suite is." She sounded determined. The truth was that she hated that room, and didn't want to go anywhere near it. But he'd asked her to show it to him, and she didn't have to go in, did she? She could just show him where the door was.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 08:28:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks," he says, as he falls into an easy stride behind her, his gaze alternating between the wondrous mansion and her swaying tail and rear. "How many bedroom are there, here? If there's enough, I'd like you to take one. There's no sense in having you hide, anymore, is there?" He falls silent for a moment, letting her respond. "There isn't a map of this place, by any chance, is there?" She's such a pleasure to simply watch move... so fluid and agile, like a dancer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 08:59:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes had never really counted the rooms before. There were two guest bedrooms on the second floor, though. She hesitated, "I don't mind my room." She said slowly. She was still a little wary, and as much as she sometimes hated hiding in the walls--especially when she was starving--it was also safer if he didn't know where her room was. It'd been almost a sanctuary, if not for the fact that she had to leave it whenever the whistle sounded. <br><br>She led him onward, up the third flight of stairs, her tail was moving absently, undulating a little so the tip flicked occasionally. Her ears were back by the time they reached their destination, plastered to her head as though she was going to meet her doom instead of showing him a bedroom. She put her tentative hand on the knob, twisted it slowly and pushed, letting go so the door swung inward. She didn't cross the threshold. Not yet anyway. She was cowering a little.<br><br>If he entered the room, he would see that it was massive. Against the opposite wall was a bed that was obviously custom made to be larger than King sized. Opposite it in an alcove was a big screen TV and a good deal of related electronics--a blu-ray player and even a few game systems. Another wall was graced with bookshelves, containing a variety of books, movies and games. Another alcove opposite the one containing the TV, held a rather roomy recessed hot tub. <br><br>Caethes, tiptoeing into the room with her shoulders hunched, had eyes for none of the opulence of the room. Her gaze immediately went to the corner, where there was a large metal grate kennel. It was likely designed for a large dog, but from the way Caethes was looking at it, it was clear it had another purpose in this household. The cage stood just outside a closed door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 10:14:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan looks a little concerned... from her terse comments, he could guess her room wasn't going to be grand. But, far be it for him to intrude, too much. He follows her, giving her a little space, both to allow her some privacy, and not feel like he's bearing down on her... and to watch her better.<br><br>When they arrive, his concerns are swept away as he sees the room. The old guy really out did himself, here... it looked like the penthouse suite. Striding in confidently, he tosses his bag on the floor by the foot of the bed, paying Caethes no mind, for the moment. His eyes sweep around the room, taking it all in. He overlooks the cage the first time around the room, but the second, it catches his eye. "What's that for? I didn't know he kept dog-- oh. Ohh..." The realization crosses his mind, at he looks to her, starting to understand more. "I... I'm so sorry..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 10:34:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes only had eyes for the cage in the corner. She backed up to the wall on the opposite side of the door from where the cage was, and knelt there, her ears twitching in misery where they lay against her head. She looked smaller somehow, her eyes locked on the gleaming metal, mind lost in memories. His voice came to her as if from far away, the confusion, followed by dawning realization. When he apologized to her, her head turned slowly towards him, her eyes not turning with it til the very last second as she tore her eyes away from the cage.<br><br>"S'okay." She mumbled, her voice sounding uncertain, even to herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 10:38:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Catching her look of despair and misery, Allan starts to get angry. Did the old man think he was a pervert or something? Was that why he'd been left all of this, to take on his legacy? That disgusting pig...<br><br>Snarling, Allan strides over to the cage, and starts fumbling around the edges of it, looking for the method to disassemble it, at the very least, to get rid of the sight of it, if not to get it out of here; he might've been able to just lift it out, but there was something symbolic in destroying it, first.<br><br>He briefly considered asking for her help in destroying it... but figures that, if she wants to, she'll come on her own. Asking might just frighten her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 10:46:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes watched him head towards the cage, misunderstanding his intentions and his growl. She fled to the opposite corner of the room, her tail puffed out to its full size. There was something so feline about the motion, like she was trying to slip away unheard and unseen. She held her ears to tight to her head that it would have been hard to tell she was a catgirl, if it weren't for the luxurious tail. When she reached the far wall, she crouched there, her eyes huge, pupils dilated out so large that it seemed she didn't have irises at all. She looked utterly terrified.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 11:06:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It takes him a moment, but he finds all the latches and screws, and with a few deft motions, the cage collapses in on itself with a loud bang, causing him to jump back, startled. "There. Now, to get rid of it..."<br><br>Bending down, he grabs the whole mess, or as much of it as he can, and starts to haul it towards the window. Once there, he drops it to the floor, opens the window as wide as he can, and, with a little effort, shoves the cage completely out the window, grinning at the satisfying crash it makes against the side of the building and the ground. "I couldn't sleep with something like that in here... hell, anywhere in the house. Is there more shit like that?" He still sounds a bit angry, though it's clearly not directed at her in the slightest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 11:11:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes nearly leaped right out of her skin at the crash of the cage as it collapsed. She moved so fast she was like a blur, one moment in the corner, the next a tailtip protruding from under the giant bed, twitching agitation. As soon as she'd hidden, she realized that he was moving the cage to the window. Her ears pricked forward, the tips bent against the underside of the bed. With her keen hearing, she heard the cage fall even more loudly than it had sounded to Allan. She was puzzled now. He'd thrown the hated cage out the window? To bend beyond use on the ground below. When he asked her if there was more like it, she hesitated a moment. Then one pale hand emerges from under the bed into his view, pointing silently at the door beside which the cage had been placed. The finger was trembling a little.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 21:02:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Scowling, he silently nods, not wanting to think about what may be hidden in that room. Stalking over, he throws open the door, seeking out anything stored within of similar purpose, tossing the small items into the middle of the room, destroying the larger items as possible, preparing to throw the whole mess out the window along with the cage. He's going to clean this house top to bottom, tonight, if he has to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 21:16:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Behind the door was a large walk-in closet, containing clothes, yes. But there was a good deal of other things stored there, some more disturbing then others. There were various whips, knives, and other implements clearly meant to cause pain. There were a few harnesses and leashes hanging from the walls, as well as a few muzzle-like items with gags attached. Another, smaller cage sat in the corner of the closet--one that Caethes could only fit into if she were forced into a very uncomfortable posture. There was a hard table in one corner, clearly meant to tie someone down on, by the ropes hanging from the corners. There were also some brushes, with Caethes's fine tail-fur stuck in the bristles. Other items in the closet weren't quite so disturbing--unless one considered the fact that they'd likely been used on the cat-girl against her will--sex toys and the like. Handcuffs, lengths of rope, some contraptions wouldn't even necessarily be recognizable to Allan. There were full arm restraints, and a few different spreader bars. <br><br>It looked like a movie dungeon in a sadomasochism club, except the rows of suits and other clothing hanging innocuously among the various items. There was also a trap door in the ceiling, closed at the moment.<br><br>Under the bed, Caethes continued to cower, though she'd noticed by now that her tail had been visible, and pulled it in underneath her. She had crawled to the head of the bed, curling up against the wall in the center of the huge bed bed. She was watching Allan's feet as he moved around in the hated closet, quivering a little as he began to remove things from the room. Her ears twitched each time he dumped something else on the floor in the center of the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 21:21:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Removing everything but the table, which he'd need help with, later, he piles everything except the clothes onto the floor in the center of the room, growing angrier with every item he has to touch. When he's done, he begins grabbing the items by the handful, careful not to cut himself on the knives, which lay separate from the rest of the pile, and begins hurling them out the window, not caring about the mess he leaves outside. By the time he's done, he's sweating from the exertion, but everything's gone, now.<br><br>"Is there any more? Anywhere in the house? I want it gone... all of it!" What a disgusting bastard... Allan's glad he's dead. Poetic justice, maybe?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 21:27:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes watched the pile grow, terrified that Allan was planning the longest ever torture session for her. Her imagination ran wild, and she waited with her ear tips quivering for him to order her out from under the bed. She was trying to decide what she would do when he did--prolong the inevitable by staying as far out of reach as she could get and making him use one of the snares from the closet to drag her out? Or come willingly and get it over with?<br><br>Then he was on the move again, picking up handfuls from the pile, and she tensed, ready for action. But off he went to the window, and then there was a crash three stories below. And back he went to the pile again. She listened intently to the sound of raining tortures, heard each clink as a knife hit the ground three stories below, the crash of metal when the second cage went tumbling. He was throwing everything out the window, every single item from the closet that she hated. <br><br>When he spoke to her, she was silent for a moment, then said in a very small voice--slightly muffled under the bed, "No ... I think ... that's everything."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 21:35:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighs, letting the anger melt away, dropping down to the floor, more worn than he'd realized. "Actually... I think I'll sleep in one of the guest bedrooms, at least for tonight." A sudden idea hits him, and he goes over to investigate the electronics, looking for any sex videos, home movies, or anything else of the sort amongst his possessions, ready to add anything he finds to the growing pile outside.<br><br>"So, now do you believe me that he's gone?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 21:42:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There are a few pornographic movies, most of them heavy BDSM videos. No home movies. Likely the old man would have found them too incriminating, should they ever be found. <br><br>Caethes still hadn't moved from under the bed. She found the dark place, that put her out of arms reach comforting. Especially since she'd watched him throw the snare out the window with everything else. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she lay curled up where she was. She was trying to decide how to answer his question. Yes. She was beginning to believe that the old man was really gone. And despite herself, beginning to believe that Allan's anger at the way she'd been treated was genuine. It was a dangerous allowance.<br><br>Finally she answered him in a small voice, "Maybe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 21:45:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That's good enough for him. Once the videos have satisfyingly crunched on the ground, he turns back to the room, surveying it again. He can't help but shudder at the thought of what must've gone on in here...<br><br>"If that's everything, then let's get out of here. I'm sure you don't want to be here anymore, either." Scooping up his bag, he starts heading towards the door, holding the door open, to see if she'll follow him out. If she does, he asks her to lead him to one of the guest bedrooms. If not, he waits a minute or two, then shrugs, and calls out, "Alright, you're free to do your own thing. I'll find it, myself... prolly wander around for a bit, see what else is here," before heading off to do exactly that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 21:55:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes stayed put, despite his calling to her. He was right. She didn't want to be in this room. Would have been all right if she'd never had to go in there again--not when it still held memories like it did, with no good ones there to displace them. Still, she was afraid to come out, her senses turned up to a fever pitch in her anxiety. What did he mean, free to do her own thing? She was never free to do anything. But then the he walked out the door and she was alone in the master bedroom. <br><br>She only stayed a few minutes after Allan was gone, before she scrambled out from under the bed and onto her feet and dashed out of the bedroom. She stopped just outside the dreaded threshold, shutting the door behind her, rather harder than she meant to. She stood just outside for a moment--cowered, really--her shoulders hunched and frightened eyes on the wooden panel like she'd just escaped the den of a horrible monster. Finally she calmed enough adjust the corset properly, then realized she'd left the clothes he'd thrown to her in the dreaded bedroom. She took a deep breath like she was about to dive underwater, slipped back into the bedroom, making a mad sprint for the clothes in the corner where she'd been kneeling, snatched them up and raced back to the door, slamming it shut again and panting. <br><br>She clutched the clothing to her chest and turned towards the stairs, padding down them and trying to decide what she should do next. A part of her wanted to go find Allan, not to speak to him or even to be noticed, just to follow him around the mansion and see what he would do. Another part of her wanted to go and put on the clothing he'd given her, but she wasn't sure if he still wanted her to wear it--and also knew that she couldn't get the corset off alone. Not with the ties at her back like they were.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 08:35:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan makes no secret of where he is, making plenty of noise as he inspects the rooms, both learning the layout, and searching for anything else as disgusting as had been in the master bedroom. When he finds a guest bedroom, he leaves his bag there, making a note of which room it was, as he continues his exploration. He's also making a lot of noise in the hope that, when he exits into the hall, he'll spot her again, even if it's lurking in the shadows.<br><br>So, what was he going to do now? She likely doesn't have anywhere else to go, and he doesn't have the resources to help her with that, yet. So, he's stuck with her, for now... not that that's a bad thing. Better to assume she doesn't have any other clothes... so she's going to need some. Of course, he's low on funds, so...<br><br>He pauses in the room he's in, an idea hitting him. He's never going to wear the old man's clothes, right? So... why not unload them on the Salvation Army, and pick up some outfits for her, there? At least to give her a baseline wardrobe... that, and he can buy large sized clothes that are fairly androgynous, so he doesn't look like he's buying for a little girl...<br><br>Or maybe he should go somewhere nicer? Get her, and him, some better clothes? You really shouldn't wear clothes from the Salvation Army in a mansion like this... then again, that'd be perfect to spite the memory of the old man. Plus, those clothes are a lot more comfortable, usually.<br><br>He shrugs. He'll deal with that tomorrow... maybe he can ask her, get her opinions. If he sees her again, anyway. He fingers the whistle in his pocket. Would she still respond to this? Probably... but should he? He puts that thought out of his mind, for now, and continues searching.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 08:41:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was, indeed, lurking. It didn't take a feline's acute hearing to know where Allan was. He was making enough noise as he moved around the house. And she followed him, staying just out of sight at all times, watching him move room to room. There was a large library, a theater room, a formal dining room as well as the kitchen, a parlor, a small workout type room ... the list went on. And she padded after him on quiet feet as he explored each of them, staying behind corners so he wouldn't know she was there.<br><br>She was having her own thoughts, confused ones about what he was planning to do with her. He'd made such a good show of righteous anger over the implements found in the master bedroom. Could it be that he really did not approve of what had been done to her? That he intended to continue being kind to her? Or was he going to throw her onto the streets like the stray that she was ... or had been, anyway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 08:52:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan muses silently, not knowing she was following him; not being familiar with all the hidey-holes, and that it was fairly dark in many places, he doesn't spot her, lurking behind him. He takes stock of each room in turn, impressed by the wealth on display. It was like a luxury resort, heaven to a guy who used to think the Motel 6 was expensive. He;ll take his time exploring the house form top to bottom, until he's got the layout set into his mind, mostly distracted by his thoughts of the immediate future.<br><br>When he's satisfied that he's seen enough, he starts heading towards the kitchen again, his mind set on, at least, a light snack. He calls out, not knowing where in the manor she might be, "Caethes! I'm heading to the kitchen to make some more food... if you're hungry, or not, I'd love to have your company!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 08:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was just around the corner behind him when he called for her. There was a faint rustle as she emerged from the corner and padded after him, not trying to hide this time. It was about as effective as a can opener for a full cat, the his offer of food. She was still clutching the clothing he'd given her against he chest, and she scurried until she could walk just out of reach behind him, her tail undulating at the thought of food. <br><br>"I am hungry." She said, in case he was wondering.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 09:02:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite her stealth, when she emerges suddenly, from behind him, he jumps, slightly startled. He'd thought, given her past ability to hide, he'd've spotted her, but it seems she knew how to hide pretty well. He smiles as she appears, though, as soon as he recovers his composure. "Good... anything, in particular, you'd like me to try to make?" He spies the clothes in her arms, then realizes that she might not be able to take off the corset. Without thinking, and perfectly innocently, he asks, "Do you need help getting out of your clothes?"<br><br>A moment later, what he said hits him, and he blushes, furiously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 09:08:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was considering the question about what she wanted to eat, and had settled on her answer when he spoke again. She bristled, her tail fluffing up easily. It was pure instinct, and a flash of fear touched her eyes. At the same time, she'd been crammed into this corset since the old man had disappeared, since she had no way of getting it off. She'd been sleeping in it, bathing around it, and just generally coming to hate it and everything about it. She did need help to get it off. She ducked her head, her ears flattening in misery,<br><br>"Yes." She said finally, her voice miserable, "But only the corset," She amended hastily, "I can handle my pants by myself." She blushed and looked at her feet. Like any feline, she hated the feeling of dependence. Which was likely why the old man had delighted so much in putting her situations where she had to ask him for things, or where she was totally dependent on him for essential needs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 09:16:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Err, yes, yes, of course." Allan is still blushing furiously, though he's not sure why; it's not like she's the first woman he's ever spoken with. He's not a virgin, after all. Despite this, he still feels bad about helping her strip, especially after the abuse she's gone through... it only seems like he's continuing it. But he's not, that's silly... he's helping her throw off his oppressiveness.<br><br>He moves, not too quickly, behind her, moving his hands carefully so as not to touch her inappropriately while he helps her get it off... though he'd like to. No, that's terrible! He'd be taking advantage of her, just like that pervert. He's not a pervert. His fingers move shakily, untying knots and unlacing strings; it's hard work... it's been tied like this for a long time, and the knots are hard to undo. He feels foolish, standing there, fiddling with the stubborn knot, so close behind her, jolting from every bump with her - <em>I am nothing like him!</em> - until, finally, mercifully, he gets the knot free and begins unlacing it, a painlessly quick affair, at that point. Finally, undone, he takes a few steps back. "There... that should do it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 09:28:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was rigid as a statue while he tried to get the corset undone for her so she could get it off. Her heart was pounding away in her chest, beating a rhythm of anxiety against her ribs. She tried to hold perfectly still, but her tail had other ideas. It kept lashing nervously, and a few times it brushed against him in the process. She could tell that he was anxious too, and that baffled her. What reason did he have to be worried? But at least her confusion distracted her as he picked out the knots that had long since tightened to a near permanent state. In a sense, she was waiting. Waiting for him to wrap himself around her, touch where touch was not wanted. She was anticipating the moment, winding herself tighter and tighter. When he stepped and declared the task complete, she actually swayed on her feet, weak with surprise. <br><br>She turned to face him, one hand up to ensure that the corset stays on til she'd escaped into a bedroom. She's a bit uncertain about her intended flight to a private place to change. It would never have been acceptable with the old man. But she thought maybe Allan wouldn't mind ... it was at least worth a try. But for the moment, she had a debt of gratitude to him for not taking advantage of her vulnerability. She stared at him for a moment, and then went to pass him, heading for a nearby guest bedroom. As she passed, she brushed against him, placing her cheek to his shoulder and rubbing it against him affectionately, just as a housecat would have done. It was her expression of gratitude. And then she was gone, her tail trailing after her as she disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 09:33:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her departure leaves Allan confused, as well. For a moment, there, it looked as if she was ready to strip in front of him. He almost looks away, embarrassed, but decides to hold his place, glad he did when she brushes past him, pausing for a moment to nuzzle him. He turns and follows her with his gaze as she departs, only then realizing she never answered his first question. Still not sure what to make, yet, he finds a convenient spot to sit, and waits for her to finish changing and accompany him to the kitchen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 09:41:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inside the darkened bedroom, Caethes slipped out of the harem pants first, letting the slippery fabric fall to a pile on the floor. She wore nothing underneath them. Had not been allowed to wear anything beneath them. It's only when she slips the too-large pants on that she realizes the problem. All her clothing had been tailored to her needs, leaving a hole for her tail. Allan's pants are not modified in that way, and she blushes a little, finally tucking her tail down one leg of the pants, and resolving to mention the problem to him. <br><br>That done, she reached up for the corset. She'd save it for last on purpose, dreading the moment where she'd actually have to remove it. It was bad enough when she'd worn them and been allowed to take them off every night--even if the removal was not exactly in the most pleasant of contexts. But she'd been wearing this one nonstop for weeks. Removing it was going to hurt, and she knew it. She took a careful breath and squirmed out of the corset. With her first breath, the pain was immediately and almost unbearable. Every one of her ribs felt bruised from the tight support followed by none at all. She actually yowled in agony, unable to help herself. Afraid that Allan would come bursting into the room, she tugged on the t-shirt quickly, still making soft mewling noises of pain as her ribs throbbed and stabbed at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 09:43:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan jumps to his feet at her cry of pain. Had something happened? He rushes over to the door, knocking insistently. "Are you alright in there? Did something happen?" He doesn't go in, knowing she's changing and wants privacy, but his hand drifts to the doorknob, anyway, ready to throw it open if she calls for help.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 09:48:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't have to open the door. Caethes did it herself seconds later. She didn't look well. Her face was drawn, skin gray with pain. She had one arm wrapped protectively over her ribcage. The harem pants and corset lay like broken, discarded birds in the center of the floor. Caethes's curls were still trapped in the neckline of the t-shirt of his that she wore. She'd neglected to tug them free, too concerned with the pain in her chest. Her ears were laid back, quivering a little.<br><br>"Nothing happened." She said, "I'll be fine." She nudged past him, grimacing as another streak of pain runs through her ribs.<br><br>"I want tuna." She said, "I like fish." She sounded strained.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 09:51:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naturally, he doesn't believe her... who would, given how much pain she looks in? From how she's holding herself, and from the corset, he can only assume that's the cause. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He doesn't want her moving too far, too fast; she looks like she's in serious pain. "Maybe... you should sit down, for a minute?" Her hears her request for food, but sets that aside, for the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 09:56:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes seemed to decide that his suggestion was a good one. She crumpled onto the floor, not far from where he'd been sitting. Not just to her knees, but right over onto her side, curling up around her ribcage protectively.<br><br>"Nothing." She mumbled, barely remembering what question she was answering. She knew the pain would pass in fifteen minutes or so, leaving only mild bruising in its wake. But for now, it was intense agony, "I'll just die quietly." But she didn't. Die. Or quietly. Instead she lay there mewling softly to herself and waiting, resting her forehead against the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 09:59:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan kneels down beside her, taking her words possibly more seriously than she meant. No longer held back by fear of being inappropriate, only wanting to help another human, he reaches down to embrace her in a hug, let her know someone, at least, cares for her. "If you need anything, let me know, please..." He sounds worried, and a bit frightened, not sure how serious it really is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 10:02:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes cringed when he reached for her, but when he seemed to only want to soothe her, she responded like an affection starved kitten. She&nbsp; slipped off the floor and up onto his thighs, curling up and pressing her face against his shoulder. Her ears perked for a moment as she moved into his arms, their soft tips tickling his chin. It was much more comfortable to wait for her ribs to adjust again while curled in Allan's lap, than it was to be crumpled on the hard floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 10:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan hadn't expected her to react so suddenly, or to be so affectionate... but he eagerly accepts, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, gently rubbing down her back as he cradles her like a lost child, murmuring soothing words to her. How could anyone ever hurt someone as adorable as her? They'd have to be an utterly despicable person... Allan was glad, now, that he hadn't known this uncle much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 10:10:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She caught her breath at first as he put his arms around her and pulled her closer. She was expecting it to hurt. For one brief moment, it did, but then the pressure actually made the pain fade somewhat. Her ribs adjusted more slowly, but less painfully. Besides, his hands rubbing her back and his mumbled words in her ear made it all more bearable still. If her chest hadn't still been aching, she likely would have favored him with a purr. As it was, her tail twitched, caught in the leg of her pants with the tip tickling one of her calves. She shifted her head a little, nuzzling her cheek over his shoulderblade once, and then again. Her pained noises subsided.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 10:17:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan relaxes as she nuzzles closer in response, glad that she's no longer frightened of him. Not sure what, if anything, else he could do, he chooses to simple hold her there, provide the comfort she so clearly needs, for more than just this moment. "There, there... it'll be alright. You're free, now. He won't hurt you, ever again... he can't. No one will hurt you again." He lowers his head, to rest against hers, closing his eyes as he focuses on relaxing, sharing his calmer feelings with her... or, at least, trying to calm himself down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 10:22:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A purr escaped Caethes despite herself, a deep rumbling sound from her throat. When his head rested on hers, she actually lifted her head into his, rubbing the top of her scalp against his chin for a moment. Then she settled in with her face pressed to his neck. Her soft ears were squished underneath his jaw. She hadn't purred in so long that she was surprised she remembered how. His words had the desired effect, comforting her and making her feel safe. She believed him now. How could she not? How could any feline--cat girl or plain old tabby--disbelieve the good intentions of someone who understood the value of caressing and snuggling on the terms of the feline herself?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 10:34:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan inhales sharply when she starts purring, another unexpected surprise. She was just full of them, it seemed. One hand reaches up, begins stroking her hair, scratching lightly behind her ears. He could feel her chest, pressed against him, through the thin cloth, and he couldn't stop a few thoughts, dirtier thoughts, from slipping through. That would be wrong, though... they'd just met, hours ago. And she'd been abused... she needed time to recover. Right? Oh, but it's hard to resist...<br><br>Ultimately, he decides on nothing, and decides to stick with his current plan; adapt to whatever seems appropriate, at the moment. It seems to have served him well, this far. He's better off now than anyone he knew in college.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 10:38:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was--though perhaps deceptively so--putty in his hands, the moment he started scratching behind her ears. Her hair was soft, but her fur was softer still, like stroking velvet. She nudged her head into his hands, letting go and purring thunderously now. She wished more than before that the pants she was wearing had been cut to accommodate a tail. The feeling of her tail twitching in pleasure was distracting when it was confined in the leg of the pants he'd given her. She tilted her head back and sniffed at his fingers, then delicately lapped at them. Surprisingly, her tongue was actually rough like a cat's. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 10:43:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan bites his lip, as she leans back to lick his fingers. He had a sudden, overwhelming urge to lean in and kiss her. He couldn't explain the feeling, had no idea where it originated... well, that's a lie, he knew exactly where. But it felt so sudden and overpowering...<br><br>But not now, no, he couldn't. He shouldn't. Instead, he smiles at her, caressing the side of her face with his fingers, stroking her lower back with his other hand, realizing now how cute she looks in the oversized shirt and jeans, like a playful kitten that's fallen into the laundry. All he wanted to do was hold her, for the rest of the day, hold her, cuddle her, and never let her go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 10:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes had the sleepy look of bliss that only a cat can manage, her eyes half hooded. She was utterly unaware of the temptations he was avoiding. For her own part, she was lost in feline ecstasy, unsure which to react to first, the hand stroking her cheek, or the one softly caressing her lower back. In the end, she made the difficult decision of ... both. She arched her back into his hand while she rubbed her cheek against his fingers. The pain in her ribs had faded and been utterly forgotten in the face of being rubbed down like a beloved house cat. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 10:55:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was too much... he couldn't take it, any more. He leans in slightly, then hesitates. Haltingly, he murmurs, softly, unsure of himself. "C-Caethes? Would you mind if... I kissed you?" Mentally, he was berating himself. What was he so flustered about? He'd kissed plenty of women with no hesitation, before, no asking their permission. Of course, he'd never cared for them as strongly, as sharply, as he does for her, now, but that's no excuse. And he'd never held them in his lap, like this, caressing, sharing such an intimate moment...<br><br>He leans in closer, hoping, praying she'll accept, holding his breath in anticipation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 11:01:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes dragged herself out her reverie to give him a thoughtful look. It was so clearly a cat's expression. Evaluating, deciding if she wanted to let him be so intimate with her. She gave a smug feline smile and leaned forward, nuzzling her cheek against his ... first on one side, then the other, her purr making her face vibrate as she did so. Then she sat back and nodded, her brilliant green eyes watching ... waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 11:06:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasps, slightly, as she nuzzles her face against his. One of the last things he'd expected; he'd been expecting an outcry of disgust or denial, or her lips pressed against his; this, quite simply, shocked him. Opening his eyes, he sees her nod of approval, but simply holds her gaze for a moment, staring deep into her lustrous green eyes, feeling like his own, muddy brown eyes are inadequate, compared to hers' beauty. Despite this, though, he leans in, lips spread slightly, head cocked to the right, and presses his lips to hers, in a gentle, yet hungry, kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 11:12:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes looked right back at him, blinking her large eyes slowly. There was something hazy about them at that moment, like she was lost in a daydream. When his lips met hers, she instinctively kissed back, her soft lips molding against his. Her low purr hummed against her lips. She responded to his hunger, one hand landing on his shoulder, fingers kneading his muscles like she could form them to meet her specifications. She had the sudden urge to wash his face with her rough tongue in a purely feline show of affection, but she wasn't sure how that would go over. Besides which the kiss was hardly one of affection between friends. No, there was something more charged behind it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 21:02:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt almost magical, like it was supposed to be. He remembers hearing all those guys in college and high school who claimed they'd met 'the one' for them, and how they felt 'so in love'... hell, he'd claimed that, too, at least once. But they hadn't felt like this, had they? It wasn't some surge of happiness or joy, some wild moment, complete with angels descending from the sky, singing hallelujah... it was a feeling of peace, contentment.<br><br>His fingers slide back around to the back of her head, petting her hair, scratching behind her ears, his other arm simply embracing her, rubbing her down gently, as if her shirt were her fur.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 21:12:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was warm in his arms, her chest expanding and contracting with each wave of purring. She rubbed her head into his scratching fingers, that look of bliss growing stronger by the moment, her green eyes sleepy. She looked like she might collapse into a puddle of drowsy ecstasy. For her part, she was enjoying something she never had before--true affection, unmarred by roughness or intimidation. Unmarred by knowledge of what was to come. The old man had rarely been gentle, and when he had she could count on his making up for it later. She opened her eyes enough to meet Allan's gaze for a moment and made a soft murrrring sound, that feline mix of purr and meow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 21:28:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly, somewhat reluctantly, Allan ends the kiss, both needing air, and wanting to say something to her. What he'd wanted to say, though, was forgotten, so, instead, as he meets her eyes from only a few inches away, their noses almost touching, he simply whispers, "Wow." His mind flowing back to the current situation, and why she was even in this vulnerable state to begin with, he asks, softly, "Are you feeling better, now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 21:33:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes closed the distance between their face enough that her nose actually touched his, her eyes drifting shut all the way. When he asked his question, it took her a moment both to process what he was asking her, and to remember why he was asking her. Then she remembered the previous agony of her ribcage. She stretched experimentally, arching her back in towards him and leaning backwards in his arms. Her ribs felt a little bruised, but it was perfectly bearable now. An ache more than a debilitating pain.<br><br>"Yes ..." she finally answered, the her own whisper sneaking out with the rumble of her purr. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 21:39:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good," he replies quietly, as he tilts his head to the side and resumes the kiss. He'd be content to keep this up for hours, it just felt so... <em>right.</em> Such a compassionate woman... how could anyone have been so cruel? Put her through so much pain and anguish? But that didn't matter, now... she was his and he... he loved her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 21:46:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was one contented kitty at the moment, cradled in warm arms and buried in a kiss. She squirmed a little, her body sinuous in his embrace. Though she may not have been the most graceful catgirl in the world--her tumbling act upon their first meeting had shown that--she definitely had the natural agility one might expect from a feline. She broke the kiss for a moment, unable to resist the urge any longer. She ran her rough tongue over the corners of his mouth gently, then softly butted her cheek against his, her forehead and soft hair rubbing against him as she nuzzled her way back to his ear and licked there for a moment as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 09:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan looks a little surprised as she licks him, though, as she's shown so many cat-like habits already, it doesn't throw him off balance entirely. He returns the brush against her cheek, shivering as she licks his ear; ooh, that felt interesting. he resists the urge to slide his hand under her shirt, slip off her clothes... it didn't feel right, not now. Let her make the first move, if any... despite what his male hormones tell him to do.<br><br>He whispers softly in her ear, letting his breath blow over it, gently. "I... I think... I love you, Caethes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 09:59:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes started a little, drawing back and looking at him curiously, "Why?" she asked, the response completely genuine. She seemed baffled by the assertion, "I am difficult. I forget everything, and I burn toast, and I have a hard time listening. I'm horrible with details. I'm slow and lazy." She was rattling off a list of the things that the old man had told her about herself, in a constant barrage of criticism and anger over many years. She didn't look upset with the assertion he'd made. Just mildly incredulous.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 10:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He places a finger against her lips as she rattles off the list, cutting her off near the end. "Shh... so what? I'm lazy, unable to keep a good job, and would probably have ended up working in gas stations, if it weren't for this. No one is perfect... why should you be? Besides... you're adorable, tough, friendly... and a good kisser." He grins; a lot of those were lies he'd told girls, before... but this time, he meant every word of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 10:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes gave him a look that clearly said that she thought he was deluded. But she didn't argue. Instead she rubbed her cheeks along his jawbone, returning to her thunderous purring and pausing to lick the place on his neck right under his jaw. Her breath was hot against his skin as she purred while she licked, her throat vibrating with the sound. <br><br>"I'm supposed to be perfect." She finally said, drawing out the 'r' as she spoke between strokes of her tongue, "I could kiss you again if you'd like." She added, as though it had been entirely her idea to begin with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 10:31:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not anymore, you don't have to be..." He groans slightly as she licks his neck, tilting his head back to expose more of it. "If you'd like... or you can keep going, too..." His hand slips down further, leaving her back to caress her rear, squeezing lightly, still scratching the back of her head with his other hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 10:41:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was perfectly content to keep ministering to his neck, scrubbing him down like a kitten. She moved her attentions slowly along his jaw line, making sure to lick every square inch of skin on his chin. Something stirred in her, and she wasn't sure if it was the tone of his voice, or his hands on her hind end. She squirmed a little, unable to take it anymore. With one hand she edged down the back of the pants and pulled her tail free, letting it swish softly through the air. She turned back to him and nuzzled back into his neck, now running long strokes of her tongue up the side of his neck to his earlobe. She gave a low mewl in her throat that slipped through the purr.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 10:46:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He tenses a little as she starts to pull down her pants; was she planning to strip, now, here? That'd definitely be kinky... right here, in the middle of the hallway... then he realizes she's only freeing her tail. Funny, he hadn't noticed it missing, but, then again, he'd had other things on his mind, like her howling in pain. He shivers again at the long stroke, leaning back, pulling her with him, until he's lying down, sliding his legs out of the uncomfortable kneeling position; his feet had begun falling asleep. His hand on her rear slides back up, to play with her tail, stroking it gently, massaging at the base of it, enjoying her playing with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 10:58:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes rode him down to the floor as he pulled her on top of him, as if she were walking down a tilting seesaw. She was far too busy making sure she licked every bit of skin on his neck to be distracted by a sudden change in gravity. It seemed she might never stop licking him. But then his hand ran over her tail, and she slowed a little, almost like she was listening to something. Then his hand found the base of her tail, and his fingertips began to scratch it around her. She stopped, motionless for a moment, then lifted her head, half turning it over her shoulder. It was like she was caught waiting for something. She looked comically like someone who knew they were going to sneeze and had not yet done so. Then suddenly she gives an urgent half growl, half purr, and turns back to him, licking at his neck and ear frantically, going as far as to plant gentle nips on his skin. Her hands settle on his shoulders, kneading rapidly but not hard enough to cause pain. Even her hips are moving, squirming a little. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 11:04:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasps as she suddenly bursts into action, amazed that such a little action can drive her so wild... and what a wonderful wild it was, too. Naturally, he continues to play with the base of her tail, wondering where she'll go from here, his other hand drifting down her neck, her shoulders, then around the side, hesitating a moment, before carefully cupping her breast, making sure to be gentle, since that's where she was hurting, tilting his head back to expose his neck entirely to her, cooing softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 11:14:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes gave a cat growl--though clearly one of pleasure rather than warning. She nipped his neck softly and then scrubbed the place she mouthed with her tongue. She moved up and over his chin that way, one nip and lick flurry at a time. When she reached his lips she kissed him deeply, slipping that semi-rough tongue into his mouth and lapping at his upper lip. She arched her back down so her rump rises into his hand, pressing the base of her tail into his scratching fingers. His hand on her breast only served to drive her just a little further. Her hands continued to knead his shoulders, and she pressed her hips against him. She was only half aware what she was doing, the scratching at the base of her tail activating an instinct in her that no one had bothered to trigger before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 23:42:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan doesn't question what caused this sudden change in her mood, though he's glad for it, wondering just how far she'll go. He returns the kiss eagerly, his hand squeezing her breast a little, still trying to be delicate, not wanting to hurt her. Her hips grinding against him felt amazing, and he was sure she could feel his stiffness, if she hadn't already... though, who could blame him, at this point?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 03:07:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes broke the kiss and murred against his neck in response to his massaging hand on her breast. It actually felt good--more so than usual, soothing some of the ache from the long confinement in the corset. She did indeed feel him getting hard beneath her, and she tilted her head, her ears flicking slightly. She was a little confused about what was happening herself. All she knew was that she suddenly felt hot all over, and where she normally would have been frightened or resistant, she was now the instigator. She gave another soft mew and rubbed her cheeks all over his chin and face, her eyes hooded. <br><br>She shifted til she was straddling him on all fours, and settled herself against him. As she moved, the seam of the jeans he'd given her to wear slipped up, parting the lips of her sex and rubbing against her clit as she half-sat on him. She arched her back in surprise and pleasure, giving a low rumble somewhere between growl and purr.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 10:04:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not sure what happened to trigger her sudden pleasure response, hoping it was something he did, he grins slightly, teasing her breast a little more aggressively, now, letting his other hand stroke her tail a few times, as he nuzzles his cheek against hers in return, accompanying her growl of pleasure with a low groan of his own, suddenly wishing there weren't layers of cloth separating them, right now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 15:40:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes didn't notice his smile at first, mostly because she had her eyes closed and her face rubbing against his. As his hand moved more confidently on her breast, she sat up a bit, which only served to press her hips closer to his. Which in turn, placed more pressure on both her clit,and his hardness. She rested both hands on his chest close together and stretched, her head tipping back and her hair brushing against his thighs. She was still wearing the collar, and the name plate caught the light in the hall. Her back was arched delicately, and her ears pressed back to her head as he ran his hand down her tail. <br><br>Finally she lowered her head, her eyes meeting his. There was a look of obvious lust in her eyes, but also a little confusion. She gave a soft meow, this time more a question than anything, even as she slowly relaxed the arch to her back, using the tension to roll her hips against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 10:01:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, god, that feels good," he whispers as she stretches, rubbing against him in just the right way. He spots her collar as it gleams in the light, taking notice of it, really, for the first time. Now's probably not the time to ruin the moment, trying to take it off, though... wait until we're done.<br><br>He leans up and kisses her quickly, passionately, then, returning her gesture, nuzzling his face against her cheek, he whispers into her ear, "How are you feeling, now?" He's both trying to judge if she's still hurt, which he doubts, and if she'd be ready to take this further... though he's mostly satisfied with the status quo.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 10:15:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes is fascinated by his reaction, as much as she's confused by her own to his scratching around her tail. She lifts one hand slightly, her wrist curling. It lends her an almost comical look of feline inquisitiveness. When he leaned up to kiss her, she wrapped rested that hand against the back of his neck, holding him steady while she kissed back, her rough tongue coming out to play against his and explore his mouth. She gives a purr of delight when the ended kiss is followed by his nuzzling her face in return. His lips come to rest by her ear, and when he whispers his question, it ruffles the sensitive longer hairs in the cup of her triangular ears and she flicks them reflexively.<br><br>"Confused." She answered, "And ... warm all over. And ..." She gave a needy sound and pulled him closer with the hand on the back of his neck. Her hips were moving again, rocking slowly against his, grinding the seam of the jeans into her clit using the hardness of his cock in a way that sent lightning through her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 10:22:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Returning his hand to the base of her tail, helping pull her lower body closer to him, he moves his hips in rhythm with hers, having a strong suspicion about why she's doing that... and enjoying the results of it, himself. He wonders if maybe he should be the one to start removing clothes...<br><br>Sliding his hand off her breast, he slips down her stomach, grasps the bottom of her shirt, and slips his hand up and under it, rubbing it against her bare belly, along her side, edging ever upwards, bit by bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 10:33:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes gives a shudder of pleasure as his hand rests against the base of her tail and presses her hips closer to him. His rhythm matching hers is enough to almost push her over the top. Then his hand is under her shirt, rubbing a warm trail over her stomach and her side. She can feel the hand creeping upwards and she gives a hungry murr, grinding her hips against his harder. She's shifting her hands where they rest on his chest, the motion that of a cat kneading out of warm pleasure. She slips her own hands down over her chest slowly, til she finds the bottom hem of his shirt. Both her hands go under it, sliding the shirt up as her hands rub over his skin.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 10:39:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan groans, louder now, as her hands touch his bare skin, feeling slightly self-conscious about his thin frame and average physique. However, thoughts of that are put out of his mind as he continues sliding his hand up, further, pulling her shirt with it, until he reaches her breasts. He hesitates for a second, before placing his hand on the other breast, the one he's yet to tease, softly cupping it, rolling it gently with his hand, taking her nipple between two fingers and rubbing it carefully. Although he doesn't notice it, his breathing is definitely quicker.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 10:45:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If Caethes was at all bothered by his body, she certainly said nothing. Then again, she said nothing about anything, instead she purred and gave a low growling meow of pleasure. She kept inching her hands up until the hem of the shirt was bunched near his neck, his arms still through the sleeves, and then she reached for her own shirt, catching it gracefully in her hands and tugging it up and over her head in one graceful motion to show the breasts with which his hands were playing.<br><br>She has gradual curves from waist into hips, her body much more the lean and lithe type than it was curvaceous. Her breasts were not exactly large, but nor were they small. They were nicely shaped and fit into his hands well. She had small pink nipples surrounded by deeper pink areolae. Her ribs were a little to prominent, but she maintained a softness to her stomach that was appealing and feminine. She murred at him, tilting her head and pressing one ear back and then pricking it forward, "What do you feel?" She asked, her breathing ragged, "Like me?" She purred again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 10:53:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles widely as she strips off her shirt, staring openly at her attractive form. Like an agile dancer, small, smooth curves, just perfect for his tastes. "I feel... excited. Happy. To be with someone as honest and as pretty as you are." He, reluctantly, removes his hands from her body, though he lets them linger a bit, before casting aside his shirt, as well. Deciding to be a bit adventurous, he wraps an arm around her waist as he leans in, kissing first her shoulder, then over to the hollow of her neck, then down, between her breasts, and, as he slowly starts moving them, pushing her back, guiding her down to the side, so they lay on their sides, he trails his kisses up her breast, to the small, pink nub in the middle, kissing it softly before wrapping his tongue around it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 10:58:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes murrs in contentment at his response, though her tingling sex is far more aroused than it is contented. Her eyes are half closed as he slips out of his shirt. She feels his lips as points of warmth as he kisses her shoulder, then just above her collar bone and then on the soft skin between her breasts.&nbsp; She starts a bit when he starts pushing her back, then realizes he won't let her fall and allows him to guide her to the floor to rest on her side. At his kisses on her breast she arches her back and mews again more loudly, giving a feral grown of lust when his tongue wraps around her nipple. Her hand finds his head and rests there, rubbing the back of his scalp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 11:02:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Continuing to grind against her, he slips his hand further down her back, past her tail to grab her rear, giving it a good, solid, playful squeeze, still sucking and licking at her nipple. He resist the urge to simply push her on her back and take complete charge... he's enjoyed having her lead, letting her explore at her own pace, though they've gone far enough, now, he feels comfortable pushing things, like this.<br><br>Breaking away from his kiss, for a moment, he asks her, "Is there anything you want? Anything I can do, for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 11:19:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes growled again when he wrapped one hand around her rear, though the sound was clearly one of lustful aggression rather than anger. Her fingers stroked their way through his hair as he worked her nipple. She was resisting urges of her own, the cat in her rising and wanting her to play hard to get, to use fingernails as claws and even her teeth. Not because she didn't want him, but because she did. Badly. She held herself to softly scratching at his scalp as though he had cat ears she could rub.<br><br>When his lips move, her nipple is erect and swollen from his kisses and attentions. She moans softly, "More." She purred, "I want more." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 08:28:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan grins. "Gladly," he replies, now encouraged by her words, he slides up her, pressing himself close, skin against skin, until he can kiss her again, rolling her further, onto her back. Kissing, again, her lips, her face, down to her neck, one hand teasing a breast, playing with a nipple, his other hand slides around to the front, undoing her pants, fumbling one-handedly. He even, playfully, returns her growl, feeling a bit animalistic, himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 08:36:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes stretched out on her back, curving her body a little, her ears back. She was looking forward to getting out of the pants for multiple reasons. It would fully free her tail ... that was the most innocent of those reasons. Her fingers played through his hair, and she was purring deeply, squirming a bit on her back til her body curled the other way. She tipped her head back against the floor, showing her slender neck, <br><br>"Murrr." She said, like she was going to say something more coherent and then lost her train of thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 09:36:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kisses along her beautiful neck, savoring the way her purring causes it to vibrate against his lips, almost distracting him from everything else. Finally, though, he undoes the jeans, pulling down the zipper, and begins to slide them of of her, bringing in his other hand for that. At some point in this process, he's not even sure when, he kicked off his shoes... all the easier to remove his own pants, when the time comes.<br><br>Removing her last piece of clothing, down to her knees by hand, removing it the rest of the way with his legs, one of his now freed hands quickly slides up the inside of her leg, stopping just shy of her sex, brushing teasingly, as his other hand returns to her breasts, finding himself unable to go without playing with them for long.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 09:44:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes lay on the floor beneath him, writhing against the oak boards. Her eyes were closed, and her face was the picture of bliss, her ears half back. Her tail, now completely unrestrained, was stretched across the floor, long soft fur shifting as the tip of her tail flicked in pleasure. She'd never really gone looking for this before, but now she had her hands on his waist, kneading her fingers into his flesh. She held back, staying gentle enough that it was more a massage than anything else. <br><br>She felt his hand on the inside of her thigh, and her legs opened immediately, without even a moment's hesitation. She was a whole new animal now, all timidity gone. And all it had taken was an accidental discovery of a good place to scratch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 09:59:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Exploring, eager now, given her enthusiasm in return, his fingers slide up further, rubbing against her, gentle at first, but quickly more forceful, as his kisses drift lower and lower, returning to the top of her breasts. However, he's distracted by what his hand is doing, his kisses coming slower and less frequent, especially as he thinks about where he wants to go, next...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 10:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes made a low sound that might have been an open-mouthed purr, her lips twitching with it. One hand was still buried in his hair, tugging just a little as he kissed all over her chest and stomach. And that sound again. Her hand moved against his scalp, massaging gently as he rubbed her. Her tail lashed for a moment, actually making a soft thudding noise against the floor. Her other hand extended over her head in a languid stretch. She ran her tongue over her lips to wet them, feeling the soft rasp of her tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 10:25:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan has a sudden idea. Moving quickly, he begins sliding his whole body down, leaving a few trailing kisses across her belly, slowing as he nears her sex, his hands coming to rest on her inner thighs, spreading her legs a little wider, as he leans in slowly, placing his tongue against her lips, delicately bringing the tip of it up in a long, slow sweep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 10:33:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes reacted as though he'd sent an electric shock through her, her back arched up. Her tail went from it's usual soft state to puffed up like a pipecleaner, each long hair sticking straight out. She gave a yowl that wasn't at all discouraging. Her hand tightened in his hair a little more, pulling a little harder than she'd meant to with the sudden burst of ecstasy that rippled down her thin frame. Her thighs tensed under his hands, and she rocked her hips forward against his tongue as he licked over her. Her free hand resting palm down on the floor tightened and she scraped her nails over the floor with the pleasure of it. <br><br>"Mmmm." She said, the sound trailing off into a rumbling, purring growl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 10:48:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He suddenly jerks to a stop, misinterpreting her violent reaction, initially. When he realizes she acted in passion, not fear, he relaxes, though he doesn't return his tongue until her grip on his hair loosens. This time, he uses the broad of his tongue, making a long sweep, pausing for a moment to flick the tip of his tongue inside her. When he finishes that stroke, he takes a moment to locate her clit, and immediately sets on to licking that, twirling it with the tip of his tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 10:53:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes's hand in his hair slowly relaxes, and she actually disentangles her fingers from his locks, feeling a bit guilty for pulling so hard. She rested both hands on the ground, palm down, to either side of her hips. She ran the tips of her fingers up the floorboards, nails making soft scratching noises with each motion.<br><br>"Didn't ... mean to pull." She gasped out, like she was having a hard time remembering how her mouth worked ... unless it was for kissing, or for the variety of mrows and yowls she'd been uttering. Every word was a struggle, a coherence disentangled from a mire of arousal. She squirmed as the tip of his tongue teased over her, her hips rocking. She wanted to buck up into him, but exercised at least that much self-control--though it was some form of miracle she was even aware enough to think that such a motion on her part might not feel good to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 11:04:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He doesn't bother reply; his enthusiasm in pleasing her shows his forgiveness enough, or so he figures. He, too, was fighting the urge to strip off his own pants and take her... he felt she needed to be given this, first. It just felt right... and he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying feeling her squirm beneath him. He makes a few more swipes of his tongue, savoring her exotic taste, her smells, thinking to himself, <em>Mm, I'm eating Pussy's pussy, aren't I?</em> He has to bite back a sudden bark of laughter as that thought crosses his mind.<br><br>Assuming she can keep her legs apart herself, he moves his hands in to assist, starting by sliding a single finger inside her, as he continues to stroke her sex with his tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 11:10:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was, indeed, plenty agile enough to keep her own legs spread. Though she very nearly forgot to when one of his fingers slid inside her. She clawed at the floor with blunt human fingernails, her eyes dilating out til pupils almost swallowed irises. On a full cat, the expression would have been reminiscent of terror. On Caethes, it was a sign of overwhelming pleasure. She mewed plaintively, as though begging for more. And once she'd started, she didn't stop, making soft noises of desire periodically as tongue and finger explored her sex. She was quite wet already, unused to any sort of foreplay--or really, any sort of sex that was meant to be pleasurable for her as well as her partner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 17:06:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan can tell she's already excited and enjoying this... and he also knows he's nowhere near as skilled at this as he'd like to be. Still, he's glad she's enjoying it, because he is, too... those honest mewlings of pleasure were much more interesting than most women's cries; he wanted to hear more.<br><br>He continues to tease with fingers and tongue, varying speed and intensity as much as he can, bringing in a second finger to slide inside her, thrusting quickly, figuring she's probably close to her climax. Given what she's gone through... might this be her first?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 18:46:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes stretched her arms over her head, her hands flexing and relaxing in the air like a cat kneading a blanket. She purred constantly, giving her mews a rich, vibrating sound. When the second finger slipped into her, her tail practically curled as her back arched off the floor. She could feel something like pressure rising inside her, a desperate need and hunger filling her. Such a strange sensation. She'd felt touches of it before, when her body had responded to spite her mind, but this was different ... this was so much stronger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 06:40:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Continuing to tease her with tongue and fingers, he slides his other hand beneath her rear, sliding up to wrap around her tail, stroking it lovingly, letting his fingers linger near the base of her tail, remembering that had something to do with getting her excited, earlier. It's getting harder to resist the urge to take her with each passing moment, but he holds out, wanting to give her her own orgasm, first, then work towards his own. Only gentlemanly, right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 06:44:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When it came, it was overpowering. Caethes suddenly stiffened from head to toe and arched her back as though she'd been struck by lightening. She gave a hiss followed by a yowl that echoed in the hallway, her fingertips raking uselessly against the wooden floor. The muscles of her pussy tightened around his fingers and then began to spasm in irregular pulsing waves. She writhed on the floor, her eyes shut tightly and her hips rocking out of her control. She gave another yowl as the spasms began to slow, but this time it faded into a thunderous, vibrating purr.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 07:00:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan is startled when she does climax; like everything else she does, it's much more violent and wild than he expected from the meek, subservient catgirl he'd met earlier that day. Nevertheless, he continues to tease her as best he can, not wanting to let her down, now. When she starts to slow, he finally draws away from her, but only long enough to slip off his own pants before crawling back up her, kissing her occasionally along her belly and breasts, until he meets her lips. Caresing her face gently, he looks into her eyes, smiling. "You're such a beautiful woman."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 07:06:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes kissed him back with surprising passion, considering she'd just had a powerful orgasm that might have exhausted most women. She has, however, lost just a bit of that feral glint in her eyes. She nuzzled her cheek into his hand, and when the kiss broke she turned her face into his palm with a purr and licked his hand delicately, paying close attention to his fingers and cleaning them of her juices. Then she looked back at him and met his eyes with a soft mewl. <br><br>"I'm not beautiful. But I feel really good right now." She nuzzled into his hand again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 07:14:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins. "I'll settle for that, then." He leans in to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her, one behind her shoulders, up to the back of her neck, the other down across her back, as he does most of his work with his lower body, pressing his hips forward to rub the shaft of his member against her still-wet sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 07:23:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes let him envelop her entirely, cradling her tightly. She can feel his hardness rubbing against her inflamed sex. She's still hot from desire, her lust not near abated, and she tilts her hips up and spreads her legs further. She nipped lightly at his lower lip, careful not to hurt him. She gave a soft purr and then licked over the place that she'd nipped him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 07:30:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her response encouraging him onwards, he moans lightly when she nips him, hoping to push her to lead there, while he draws his hips back, placing the head of his member against her lips, hesitating for a moment before pushing inside her with a forceful, but slow and careful, thrust, shifting forward until he's as deep as he can go, giving a long, low groan as he feels her warmth surround him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 07:34:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes is more than willing to take control of the kissing end of things. She presses her lips to his and slips her tongue into his mouth, stroking the slightly scratchy surface over his own tongue. When he presses himself into her, when she feels him sliding his full length into her depths until he can go no further, she draws her tongue back into her own mouth. With her lips still touching his, she gives a low meow that sends her hot, humid breath to tickle his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 07:41:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan moans into the kiss, savoring their moment of closeness, before he begins to withdraw himself, to thrust again. He quickly builds to a steady tempo; swift, deep strokes, his hand on her back sliding down further to caress her tail as his other hand entwines in her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 07:53:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes is positively squirming beneath him, every sound she makes one of pleasure as he supports her head with one hand. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed with exertion and excitement. She can feel every deep thrust he sends into her, feel it rising through her body to tickle up her spine and spread through her as a warm feeling, "More ..." She murred.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 07:59:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course," he murmurs back into her ear, between panting for air. He wasn't going to be able to hold out for long, at this rate, but he wanted to give her as much as he could. With a grunt, he shifts his legs to get a better push on the floor, a difficult task, to say the least, to build up more speed, while keeping the same long thrusts, groaning with each push.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 08:04:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The groans alone were enough to almost send Caethes flying once again. She shifted to bury her face against his shoulder and nipped his skin there carefully with her teeth. It was probably a good thing he'd brought her to orgasm once already, or she might not have had the self control to avoid biting down on him rather harder. Her ears were back, and her tail lashing as he thrust into her again and again, his body flexing above hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 08:11:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hisses as he inhales when she nips him; not quite painful, but enough to be pleasurable. Shifting further forward, using his hand to lift her back end in the air a little to give him a better angle, he continues to drive deep into her. It hits him almost without warning, a sharp gasp, a loud groan, as he thrusts one more time, holding himself deep inside her as he shudders, his seed flowing freely, finally releasing after what seemed like an endless tease. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 08:17:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes kept her teeth against his flesh, but when he lifted her up a little to thrust at a better angle, it's too much for her to bear. She yowls and bucks against him, reaching a climax herself only seconds after he begins to release inside her. She mews softly against his neck as spasm after spasm rolls through her, her walls pulsing around him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 08:24:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan merely clings to her, as they ride out their shared orgasms, gasping for air between his groans of pleasure, gently lowering her back down to the ground as they finish, worn out by her enthusiasm and everything that's happened today. And to think; he'd expected to arrive to an empty house, watch TV all day, and fall asleep alone, early. Guess that wasn't happening... though he wouldn't have it any other way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 08:28:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes lies panting beneath him, her teeth nipping his shoulder again, though this time there's very little actual pressure. It seems to be more of a possessive gesture, her blunt teeth resting on his skin. Finally she releases him and turns her attention to licking his shoulder with long strokes of her rough tongue, "Mine." She purrs deep in her throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 08:38:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly drawing his shrinking member from her folds, he slides back down to eye level with her, a bemused smirk on his face. "Claiming me, huh?" He kisses her forehead, then her lips. "I thought I was the master of this house?" His lower hand slides up to her side, tickling playfully, very lightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 08:40:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes licked his lips gently, then kissed each corner of his mouth with a satisfied purr, "You threw the whips and ropes and cages out the window." She reminded him, "So you can't make me do what you want anymore." Not that it would be hard to make her do what he wanted ... at that moment, anyway. She rubbed her cheeks against his, purring.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 08:44:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He returns the nuzzle, the cuddling a nice finish to their frantic activity... though he wonders how comfortable she is, lying on this hard floor. "Mmm, I can't, can I? That sounds like a challenge," he says, with a grin. "I'll just have to use my... devilish good looks and unending charm to capture you, won't I?" He kisses her again. "I promise, you won't have to suffer any of those, ever again." He bites his tongue before he concludes his thought, <em>There's more than one way to skin a cat,</em> since she might take some offense to that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 08:48:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was a challenge." Caethes says smoothly. Something about the sex seemed to have flipped a switch in her that had lain dormant a long time. The effects would likely fade as the hormones dissipated, but for now, she was feeling rather confident, "Can I get off the floor now? You can take me to bed if you want." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 08:54:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Challenge accepted, then, my lady." He grins, and, taking the challenge to heart, begins to pick himself up off the ground while keeping himself in such a position as to keep her from moving, or escaping, easily, until he can get his arms under her and sweep her into the air with a kiss, carrying her to the nearest bedroom, gladly leaving their clothes in a pile on the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 08:56:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes's tail curled around his waist as he scooped her up. She didn't way much, so it wasn't much of a strain for him to do. She was still purring softly, nuzzling her nose against his shoulder as he bore her off to a guest bedroom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 09:05:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt like a little girl, cradled in his arms, even though she looks, and clearly is, a woman. Rubbing his cheek against her hair as he carries her, careful not to run her into a doorway, he maneuvers her to a bed, setting her down under a blanket, and crawling in next to her, pulling the covers tight around them, covering her in kisses. "Spend the night with me," he whispers in her ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 23:00:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes didn't have to be asked twice, as she'd already been planning on it. She shifted under the blankets, pushing her forehead into his shoulder and then nuzzling it so her cheek slipped over his chest and onto his other shoulder. She curled up against him, her knees tucked up, her tail resting against his legs. She was still purring, like she might never stop again. Her rough tongue bathed his shoulder against for a moment before she closed her eyes. A quick flick of her ears tickled his chin.<br><br>"If you insist ..." She murred.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 09:16:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan wraps his arms around her, cradling her close to him, no driving urge to couple again, tonight... only a desire to cuddle with her. Unusual, since he was the guy who usually fell asleep less than five minutes after, but this time, he remains awake for at least half an hour, petting her softly, silently.<br><br>However, he has plans for the morning, and hopes she's still as eager then as she was just now... and that he wakes first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 15:02:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes rolled slowly onto her belly and stretched in a very feline fashion, her arms stretching up the bed above her. Her chin rested on her upper arm so that her face was towards him. She gave a wide, languid yawn. Her new posture placed his bottom arm across her chest, just under her breasts. Her body was still hot from their lust, and unlike Allan, she fell swiftly into sleep. Her purrs softened gradually, then slowly declined in frequency til she gave only the occasional rumble like an afterthought. Her ears twitched, and then she was still save for the intermittent twitch of her long tail against his leg. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>22-05-2008, 09:10:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan's sleep is deep and, for the first time in many weeks, completely untroubled. He has his own house, money... and a beautiful woman, lying beside him. What more could a man ask for?<br><br>Hours of peaceful sleep pass, and he's reluctant to open his eyes, fearing this may all have been a dream. He moves his hands, first, to confirm that she's still there, not a figment of imagination, soft, tender strokes before he peeks his eyes open to take a good, long look at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>22-05-2008, 15:54:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes is still at his side, though she's shifted during the night, curling up as tightly as a human can manage, her tail wrapped around her legs. When he strokes her, she unfolds a little, half-rolling onto her back so her face is turned toward the ceiling and beginning to purr faintly. Her multicolored ears are tipped back, sides folded delicately to her skull. Suddenly she uncurled fully and stretched, arms above her head and toes tipping downwards.<br><br>"Murrrrrrrr." Was all she said as she rolled towards him and nuzzled close in an almost demanding fashion, still hovering at the edge of sleep.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>23-05-2008, 10:11:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Definitely not a dream. Thinking how lucky he is, he begins teasing her, softly, one hand cupping her breast, rubbing gently, the other behind her ears, scratching as he leans in to leave lingering kisses on her forehead, waiting for her to wake before moving his lips to hers. Seeing her stretch, he can't resist the urge himself, pushing out his legs along with hers, brushing his feet along her legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>23-05-2008, 15:44:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes's breast was hot under his hand, warmed by the fact that it had spent the night under the covers, between Caethes and the mattress with his arm along the bottom of it. She butted her head into his hand in a rather demanding fashion, turning her head slowly from side to side to maximize the distance his scratching covered. His feet brushed down the lower length of her legs and she gave another soft murr, bringing her tail around to flick at his calves gently. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 07:50:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sliding down the bed a little, entwining his legs with hers, he draws her into a kiss, has hands working a bit more aggressively. He was hungry for her, now, and it seemed she was just as willing. As his tongue dances across her lips, his fingers moving in a wide arc behind her ears, his hand on her breast gets a little rougher, squeezing her nipple, tweaking it a bit; not too rough, but playfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 08:06:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes wrapped her arms around him so her hands were on his back and drew him closer, kissing him back hard, giving a low growl as she tried to roll him onto his back and climb on top of him. She was not as gentle as he was with her breast. It was clear she wanted something, and wanted it quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 08:16:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And here he thought he was in charge... no; he was in charge, she just needed to know that. Returning her growl, he goes with the roll... and keep on rolling. Thankfully, it's an overly large bed, so there's no chance of just this throwing them to the floor, yet, though it's going to leave the blankets a tangled mess. Maneuvering his legs between hers, he starts to pry them apart, doubting he'll meet much resistance, as his hands grow more aggressive, the one on her head moving down to the back of her head to hold her fiercely into the kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 08:39:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				But Caethes did seem to take issue with this turn of events. Something in her had clicked on that wanted to be in control and she suddenly went tense beneath him. She wasn't strong enough to keep him from prying her legs apart, but her tail puffed out to double it's normal size and her ears flattened. She hissed at him, her eyes flashing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 08:42:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was definitely not ready for this; had she suddenly decided she wasn't interested? He almost jumps back, losing nay strength in holding her he'd had, and releasing her various body parts. Now would be the perfect time for her to strike, if she wants control.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 08:46:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes merely looked confused. She scrambled away up the bed and curled up on top of the pillows, her tail lashing, and one ear back while the other perked forward. She seized the blanket, tugged it up the bed and wrapped herself up in it, head and all. The only thing still showing was her tail, which continued to swish across the pillows in an agitated manner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 08:49:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Panting, not sure who's more confused of the two of them, Allan finally breaks the silence. "What... what's wrong?" He slumps to the bed, looking a bit defeated; where had he gone wrong? Had he misread her, or was she just confused, waking up in the morning? He tries to look and sound apologetic; if there's one thing his father taught him, it's always the man's fault, no matter what it is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 08:58:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes's tail slowly stopped switching, but then it disappeared into the huddle of blankets. Then the entirely blanket wrapped Caethes rolled from the pillows down the bed til she bumped against his knees like a large, blanket covered rock. She lay perfectly still.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 09:01:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan stares at her for a moment, confused. Is she hiding, or playing? Given her past, he can only assume the former... "Caethes? Are you alright? I'm not going to hurt you, you can come out." He slowly begins prying at her cocoon, trying to get close to her, to figure out what's wrong here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 09:02:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes resisted at first, pulling the blanket tighter, but finally she let go of it and allowed him to pull back the blanket to reveal her head. The silky, multi-colored fur on her ears was mussed, as were her curls. She looked up at him, looking nearly as confused as he did. She wasn't quite sure what had come over her either, anymore. She gave a soft meow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 09:12:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What's wrong? Did I hurt you, or something? I didn't mean to... just tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable, and I'll stop." He tries his best to avoid sounding like he's talking to a child, but the condescending tone slips in, anyway; it's hard not to, but he swallows hard and tries again. "Please, just tell me what's wrong."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 09:22:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes looked up at him, her ears flicking dismissively, "Nothing's wrong." And indeed, she suddenly seemed fine again, though still almost entirely swaddled in the blanket. She rolled over once again, resting her head in his lap. She behaved as though nothing had happened, nuzzled her cheeks against his thighs and purred.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 09:25:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan blinks. Was this just her catlike nature? Or was she actually insane? Whatever the case, the mood had been somewhat spoiled... he wasn't sure he was quite ready, now. Unless, of course, she did something to change that. Sighing, slightly, he smiles at her, and pets her head, settling into scratching her behind the ears again; that, at least, won't get old.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 09:34:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes purred quietly, her eyes drifting closed. She looked so peaceful now. Nothing like the lustful kitten who'd suddenly exploded into a strange fit on him. It was hard to believe both were the same girl. She stretched a little inside her cocoon and then gave a wide, unrestrained yawn.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 09:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan can only wonder at what's going on inside this strange woman's head. He continues to scratch her for a while, before asking, "What would you like to do today?" A pause. "What is there that's fun around this place?" <em>Besides sleeping with you, anyway...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 09:42:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Me." Caethes said, half sleepily. One hand emerged from the cocoon to rub her eye. "There's also food." As though food were the highlight of her day. Which really, considering how long she'd gone hungry, it sort of was, "And the movie room. And the library. I'm not allowed in either of them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 09:54:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan blushes at her first reply, as if she were reading his mind. Of course... that's probably what the old man had said... <br><br>He tries to suppress a shudder, but it slips through, anyway. "Mm... well, how about we get some of that food we were distracted from, last night, then check out the movie room? And before you say anything, I'm allowing you in. You can go anywhere you please." A smile crosses his face, and he almost says, <em>As long as you're naked.</em> But then he'd be just like the old man... no, better to let her choose her own way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:01:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes looked up at him, wiggled out of her cocoon and then kissed him. The kiss, short as it was, involved a good deal of her rough tongue entering his mouth. Then she was off the bed and headed for the door, her tail extended and waving slightly back and forth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:03:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Startled at her sudden movement, though, by now, you'd expect he'd be ready for it, he doesn't kiss back as hard as he'd've liked to, and is left sitting and staring at her as she saunters out the door, before grinning and growling, lunging off the bed after her, not wanting to end up lost in the maze-like manor... and to keep watching her move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:07:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes turned to give him a look over her shoulder. She meant it to merely be that ... a look. But her green eyes glittered softly in the light, her lashes feathering over her cheeks to give her a rather seductive appearance. It was not diminished by the fact that her tail was still flicking softly. She scampered back to him, starting at one bicep and rubbing a cheek from it to his back, all the way across to his other bicep, her tail trailing the motion across his upper thighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:11:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And now she's back to lusty again. He gasps, lightly, as she slithers around his body, his hands rubbing against her as she moves, his... appreciation visible. Maybe the mood hadn't been entirely ruined. Maybe she just preferred it out in the hall? He smirks as he spots their discarded mess of clothes, lying not far away, the pleasant memories of last night flooding back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:14:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				But then she moved away from him, strolling down the hall with a very obvious strut that shifted her hips from one side to the other. She reached the stairs and stepped down them slowly, turning to look back at him and see if he was following her. Her ears flicked, her tail rising now to swish languidly near her shoulders.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:17:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan blinks, again extremely confused. Did she want him or not? He sighs, as his erection slowly begins to fade, and moves after her after a moment of standing confused. He just hopes she doesn't keep teasing him like this all day... or that she continues to forget about clothes. He blushes, faintly, as he thinks about that; he's not used to having the freedom to just walk around naked. At least, not with someone else in the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:22:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes bounced down the stairs a few at a time, continuously looking back up at him through her eyelashes. She led them to the kitchen, where she slipped through the door, her tail trailing behind her as she found a place against the wall and watched him enter. There was something teasing in those green eyes ... and something calculating. She was definitely playing with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:27:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now he's curious. What does she have planned...? Better to play naive, though, let her run through her cunning plan... it'll probably turn out better for both of us. And likely sexy, to boot.<br><br>Moving into the kitchen behind her, quickly, he considers what they should make. Having already had sandwiches, he decides to try something a little more complex. For him, anyway. Fishing out flour, milk eggs, baking powder, and sugar, as well as a large mixing bowl and whisk, he starts adding the ingredients together, heating up the grill. "So... what do you prefer in pancakes? Chocolate chips, blueberries, bits of banana, or just plain?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:32:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes tilts her head in a look of feline curiosity, "Chocolate chips?" she asked, slipping across the floor to stand beside him, as if by accident, her tail flicks against him, and then wraps slightly around the back of his knees. She seems completely comfortable in nothing but her own skin and fur, and she leans to rub her cheeks against his shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:35:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah... little pieces of chocolate..." Moving quickly, though not so fast as to seem like he's pulling away from her, or rip himself away from her tail, he grabs a bag of chocolate chips, pulls it open, and sprinkles a few into his hand, offering them to her. "Here, try 'em." If she takes them all, he grabs a few more for himself; if not, he pops the remainder into his mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:45:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes looked at the chocolate chips in his hand for a moment, her head tilted. Then she reached up, cupping his hand carefully in both of hers. She stepped closer, and her gaze stayed on his as she lowered her face towards his palm. Her rough tongue flicked out, catching chocolate chips on it and drawing them into her mouth rapidly. She licked each one off the surface of his hand, her tongue just barely stroking him with each lick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:48:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At first, he looks a little weirded out by her eating habits, and considers teaching her... proper manners. Now is not the time for that, though, though he does say "You, err, don't need to eat out of my hand, like that..." He smiles, though, letting her know no harm was done... and it did kind of tickle. He pops a few more chips into his mouth, and sets back into mixing up the batter, wondering what ingredients to add.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes reclaimed his hand when he was done eating chocolate chips himself, nuzzling her cheek into the palm she'd eaten off of only moments before. She watched him mix with the other hand, purring so softly that it was just barely audible. Her tail tip flicked occasionally, tickling the back of his knees.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:53:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins as she nuzzles against his hand, striking it against her cheek in return. "Chocolate chips it is, then," he says, as she pours a sizable number of them into the batter, stirring the whole mixture together. He definitely made more than they can eat right now; which is good, it means he'll have to do less cooking later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 10:58:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes watches intently, licking her lips. Her mouth is already watering, and they're not even cooking yet. Once the smell of pancakes fills the air, it will be almost unbearable. She licks his palm again gently, then returns his hand to him, nuzzling his shoulder instead. She's purring louder now, and slips around behind him, leaning against his back and resting her warm cheek against his shoulderblade. This has the unforeseen (or perhaps very, very foreseen) consequence of putting the length of her naked body against his from behind, and her breasts press into his back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 06:29:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan finds that it's getting harder to concentrate; he wants to drop the batter and attend to her, now... but who knows? In another minute, she could be hissing at him. And he's hungry... maybe they can get a quickie off while the pancakes cook...? Nah, might burn them, that's no good.<br><br>Smiling, reaching over his shoulder to ruffle her hair, he takes the bowl of batter over to the heated griddle, and begins pouring large, dinner-plate sized pancakes. Thankfully, it's a large griddle, and there's a big enough spatula to flip them; he'd checked to make sure, so he wouldn't ruin them. "Mm... if you keep this teasing up, I'm not gonna be able to cook these, y'know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 06:58:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes snuffled at the back of his neck, standing on tiptoe, and then licked him gently like she was trying to wash his nape. She nipped him softly, then turned her attention to the cooking pancakes. Her head weaseled its way under his arm, her soft ears brushing past his bicep as she put herself where she could see what was happening. Her nose was quivering slightly as she breathed in the slow scent of cooking pancakes. She gave a soft mew.<br><br>"I'm not teasing." She said innocently, though there was a false note to the innocence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 07:09:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan shivers as she nips his neck, a restraining hand on her head when she ducks under his arm. "Careful, it's hot. Don't get too close." Not teasing, huh? A devilish thought crosses his mind... he slips his hand down her head, along her back, like stroking a cat, rubbing it up along her tail. When he finishes that stroke, though, he moves his hand back down to her rear, giving a quick, light, playful pinch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 07:18:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes pushed her head up into his hand, feeling it stroke down her back, drawing a rumbling purr from her lips. She butted her head gently into his ribs, her chest expanding and vibrating with every deep breath. Then he pinched her. She jumped, her tail lashing once, and turned her head to nip his chest--though there was no real power in the bite, so she clearly wasn't actually trying to hurt him. Her tail lashed again, striking him lightly across his own rear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 07:22:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ack! Ok, ok, no more pinching!" His hand retreats to his chest, where she pinched him, rubbing it as if half-expecting blood... he knew she didn't bite him hard, but it sure felt like it. "Sorry... just felt like being playful..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 07:26:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes looked up at him, her expression one of bafflement. She withdrew her head from under his arm, and her chest from against his back and retreated. Her padding feet carried her to the furthest island of the three in the kitchen, and she hopped onto a stool, wrapping her tail neatly into her lap and putting her head down on her folded arms. She looked rather despondent all the sudden. Her tail lay still across her thighs, not twitching as it usually did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 07:29:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan, too, falls silent; he should've known better. What possessed him to try something like that, after all? Sighing, he flips the pancakes, cooks the other side for a minute, then scoops them onto a plate, butters them and slathers them in syrup, before sliding the plate across to her, along with a knife and fork. "Here ya go... enjoy. And don't feel bad if you don't eat them all; I made them huge."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 07:38:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes's ears perked forward for a moment as she lifted her head, and then they press flat back against her skull. She picks up the fork and starts eating silently. Though her eyes keep lifting to look at him while she put bites of pancake in her mouth. She still looked rather confused, and finally she turned her eyes back down to her plate, paying attention to the pancakes instead of him. Until she said in a hesitant voice, as though hoping to make peace, "They're really good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 07:43:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan smiles, glancing over his shoulder at her when she compliments his rudimentary cooking skills. The former incident put behind him, he says, sincerely, "Thanks... I'm not that great of a cook, but I can follow directions like 'pour into bowl, stir." He chuckles lightly, scooping out the last of the batter to make the second batch of pancakes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 07:46:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes finished her first pancake, and then--without a sound--she was suddenly across the room again, and right behind him. She looked up at him, not touching him, "I'm sorry." She said, her voice very sincere. She nuzzled her cheek gently against his bicep as if marking him, first with one cheek, then the other, then with a soft lick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 07:54:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan looks down at her, a bit confused, and surprised at how suddenly she was behind him. "I-it's alright... it wasn't your fault, I... I shoulda known better. I should be the one apologizing." He brushes her hair, softly, with his hand, glad that small crisis is resolved.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 08:09:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned into his caressing hand, purring softly in the back of her throat. She nuzzled his fingertips and then butted her head into his hand again. Her expression softened a little, less uncertain now that he was touching her again. Half the time, she didn't understand her own actions. It seemed like she was flooded with sudden needs, then fears ... then needs again. She leaned against him softly, though this time it was less seductive in nature. She was merely seeking his affection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 08:12:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He continues to pet her while he turns back to the griddle, flipping the pancakes so they don't burn. "You're a strange woman, Caethes... do you mind if I call you Kay? But that's what i like about you... you're different form anyone else I've ever met."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 09:05:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes shook her head a little. The name was not the one she'd been born to anyway. It hardly bothered her if he shortened it a bit. Maybe it would mean more to her, in fact, if he had the nickname for her. She nuzzled him again as he flipped the pancakes, watching with her bright green eyes. She was silent for a few more moments, "You're different from anyone I've ever met too ..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 09:10:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon, his pancakes are done, and he quickly butters them and pours on the syrup. Finished, he sets them aside for a moment, leaning down to kiss her, gently. "And I was worried this mansion might be boring," he says, chuckling slightly. He's reluctant to move away from her embrace... but those pancakes smell so good...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 20:43:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes licked his lips once and then kissed him back, her ears back as she purred contentedly. She seemed to feel much better than she had when she'd first approached him. She nuzzled into his neck and then drew back. Her tail stroked against the back of his legs, and then she went back back to her plate. She was not so self-obsessed as to be unaware that he needed to eat too, and that she was being a distraction keeping him from doing so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 09:36:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan grins as she departs. He wouldn't have minded if the kiss had lasted just a little longer... but that was good. And they'd have plenty of time to play, later. Should he start with a romantic comedy, that they can easily ignore while making out, or a horror movie, so she clings to him...?<br><br>Pondering these thoughts, he digs into the pancakes, eating voraciously, his rumbling stomach suddenly reminding him of how hungry he was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 09:40:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes ate half of another pancake while she watched him eat, her green eyes studying every move he made like he were himself a fascinating movie. Eventually she stopped eating, just resting her chin on folded arms and watching him work on his meal. She stretched languidly and gave a contented sigh, ears flicking idly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 09:55:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hardly notices her watching him, absorbed in his own thoughts, easily finishing off half of the stack before realizing he's overfull, and really shouldn't have eaten that much. Sighing contentedly, he leans back and slaps his stomach. "Mmm, that hit the spot, huh?" He grins at her. "Wanna go check out that theatre, now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 09:59:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes nodded, sliding off her stool and padding to where he sat. She hopped up into his lap and looked at him expectantly, like she thought he was going to carry her to the theater. The very end of her tail was flipping pleasantly, and she nuzzled her face into his neck, licking him gently and giving a soft purr. Her moods changed so quickly, and just now she seemed to be demanding his attention.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 10:00:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins and scoops her up in his arms, not turning down a chance to put his hands on her, adding, "Alright... but you'll have to give me directions, mmkay?" He kisses her, quickly, standing and carrying her toward the door. Definitely chick flick, that'll be forgotten five minutes in...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 10:17:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes turned her head towards the door, and she did indeed give directions, pointing with one finger so he'd know which way to go. Between directions, she lapped at his neck gently with her rough tongue. It was as if she'd decided that he needed to be bathed like a kitten. Finally she kissed his neck softly and pointed out the last turn and the door that led to the small theater.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 10:36:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan carries her carefully though the house, not wanting to run her into anything, the sudden thought that they feel more like a couple on their honeymoon than simple lovers crosses his mind, but he quickly dismisses it. He decides not to question her licking him... it doesn't feel like it has any erotic qualities to it, so he's not sure what she's attempting. Finally, he takes her inside the theatre, spends a minute appraising the room, before finding a large chair, couch, or pair of chairs, the most comfortable looking, and takes a seat there, still holding her in his arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 10:48:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes snuggled against him when he sat down, making no move to leave the warmth of his lap. She was purring again, taking one of his hands in her own and daintily licking his fingertips one at a time. She rubbed her cheek against his once again, clearly quite contented and in an affectionate mood ... for the moment, anyway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 10:52:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maybe we'll just skip the movie... Cuddling her closer, he leans back on the couch they're sitting on, putting his feet up, letting her lie on top of him as he pulls her into a kiss. Grabbing the blanket slung over the back, he clumsily throws it over them, as he wraps his arms around her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 11:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes kissed him deeply in return, her tongue slipping out to lap at his upper lip. When he pulled the blanket over her, she went wild with affection, nuzzling the blanket as if it could appreciate her attention. Then she turned on Allan, rubbing against his cheeks, then his shoulders, then licking at his chest. She purred thunderously, her chest vibrating against his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 08:15:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan, more ready for this, now, returns her affection eagerly, letting his hands explore over her body, teasing and tickling lightly, stroking her tail, and squeezing her close to him. "You're so cute," he says in a playful voice, as he tickles her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 19:33:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was content to allow his outpouring of affection--for the moment. She was lapping his skin like she was trying to drink him, nipping him gently in places though she was extra careful not to cause him any pain this time. She had not meant to hurt him before, she had simply gotten caught up in the moment. At his compliment, she blushed prettily and arched her back, giving a soft "Mrow?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 09:25:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins wider. "Especially when you do that. C'mere..." He pulls her into another kiss, sliding his hand on her rear down between her legs. This time, he wanted to take her... assuming they didn't frighten each other away, again. His exploring fingers begin teasing her sex, as his legs slip between hers to spread them apart.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 19:04:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes kissed him hungrily now, her lips parting as her delicate tongue pressed into his mouth, the slightly rough surface teasing over his own tongue. She felt his hand traveling gently over her rear and dipping between her legs, as his other arm held her firmly against him. And the shift came so carefully, his fingers drawing her out into a fever of desire while his knees moved between hers and drew her legs apart.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 08:46:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could feel the shift in her desire, as she kisses him more forcefully, more passionate, not understanding the change, but accepting of her unusual habits. He starts by sliding a single finger between her lower lips, shifting his hips to brush his member against her nest, as his other arm rests over her back, sliding his hand up the back of her neck, to run his fingers through her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 10:17:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes stretched, her lips drawing slowly from his, her back arching to press her shoulders upward and her soft face the picture of blissful desire. She propped herself with hands resting on his shoulders and purred, her fingers gently kneading his muscles. Her hips tilted up as her back dipped down, leaving her rump raised so his fingers had easier access to her sex. She was already wet and putting off heat, and she made a soft rowling noise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 09:50:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling lusty, he's about ready to slide himself into her when she shifts her back end higher, denying him easy positioning. That's fine, though... can still play with her; the wait will only make it more enjoyable. Besides... he's been waiting since he woke, what's a few more minutes?<br><br>Growing more aggressive, he plunges a second finger into her depths, thrusting quickly, groaning as her fingers work into his muscles, easing a little tension, and driving him wild. If she didn't cooperate relatively soon, he might just have to flip her over and take her... though, he has to admit, he likes her on top, giving him such a nice view of her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 16:37:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes lowered her face against his neck once again, nipping him with her teeth and then licking over the place her teeth had found him. She was careful not to cause him more than the briefest moment of pain before her tongue rasped the pain away again. She was purring thunderously, her rump upraised and her tail lashing as his finger slipped in and out of her sex. Her breath was hot against his neck, and it seemed she was intentionally trying to drive him wild by now, trying to find every button he had and push it with those delicate fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 10:29:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan rolls his head back, exposing his neck to her, letting her tend to her ministrations. Groaning in delight as she adds just a little, tolerable pain to their experience, he continues to work his fingers inside her, his other hand sliding down to the knot of muscles between her shoulders, digging his fingers in there, seeking to ease her tension as she is to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 00:08:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes murred softly, bathing his neck again with her rough tongue. She straightened a little, licking her own lips as her delicate ears tipped backwards. When she spoke, it was through her low purr and came out as a soft growl, "More." She said, her voice rather demanding, "I want more of you." Her eyes were slitted and lazy with pleasure, even as her hips rocked against his questing fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 10:50:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eager to try a little dirty talk, he responds, "Mm, and what does my pretty kitty want, exactly? Does she want more of this?" He works his fingers into her back harder, a deep, strong massage. "Or maybe this?" He leans in and playfully nips at her neck, planting kisses and nips up towards her ear, where he whispers his final question, "Or more of... this?" He works a third finger inside of her, pushing deeper, wiggling his fingertips within her, rubbing her clit with his thumb.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 07:14:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When his finger pressed deeper into her back, Caethes arched, turning her head a little with an expression of pause. It was so very feline, her face a little rumpled as though she were going to start licking her shoulder but had suddenly been distracted by a strange noise. The nip on her neck broke the spell and she wiggled against him. It seemed she might say something in return, but then the stretch brought on by the addition of the third finger buzzed warmly up Caethes's spine and drew a low, long yowl of desire. Her tail had puffed out, her ears perking forward. His words seemed to draw something animal from her, and her tail lashed back and forth almost violently.<br><br>"More." She growled softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 09:41:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins; an answer, yet not an answer, though it tells him exactly what he wants to know. With a growl of his own, he works to roll them over, so he takes the top, both hands now wrapped around behind her back, clutching her close. He kisses her roughly, all along the side of her head, down to her neck and shoulders, then up, across her lips, lingering there for a few moments, then down the other side, never letting her know which direction he plans to go next. All the while, he works his member inside her, aggressively taking her, with quick, deep strokes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 23:25:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Within moments she was kissing him back, just as roughly, not trying to anticipate him, just kissing wherever she could. For a moment she caught his lips and nipped at them, though careful not to cause him pain. Her hips rocked underneath him, and her muscles quivered with effort. Her fingers found his back, digging in and kneading the muscles there almost absently--almost hard enough to hurt. It was clearly a side effect of her own desire, rather than an effort to bring him pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 07:53:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan groans in delight, losing himself in their lovemaking, the pain of her fingers, digging into him, pleasurable, as his lips seek her skin, his hands dig into her, nearly as tightly, gasping for breath between kisses, making no effort to keep his joy quiet. He kept a quick, steady pace, listening to her, seeing how she reacts to slight variations, and keeping the ones she liked best, as near a she could tell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>31-08-2008, 02:48:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a low growl of desire, every bit the feline that her ears and lashing tail promised as she rocked back against him--just as aggressive as he was. Somewhere deep inside her mind, she was terribly confused by her own urges, having never really experienced them before, and now feeling them rise almost immediately any time he touched her. Her fear and loathing for the prior occupant of the mansion had prevented her from ever enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, and she wasn't entirely sure she should be enjoying them now. Luckily for Allan, her fears and the contemplative part of her were certainly not in control right now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>31-08-2008, 08:15:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan wasn't used to being with a woman as hungry and aggressive as she was; it took all he had to keep up with her, match the pace she was pushing. Not that he minded, of course; it was glorious. He nipped her neck gently, as he shifted position to thrust deeper inside her, on hand grabbing one of her legs, lifting it. He knew he was close to climax, and wondered how close she was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>31-08-2008, 21:56:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes murred and then gave a sudden, almost deafening yowl as an orgasm swept over her, commandeering every muscle in her body, her teeth flashing as her pussy spasmed around him. She pressed against him, her face hot against his neck, whimpering as she trembled with pleasure, her fingers kneading his back deeply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 09:34:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan gasped in surprise at her sudden, almost violent climax; her tight muscles around his cock is too much for him, and with one final push, he orgasms too, the pain of her fingers digging into his back forgotten as his body is rocked with delight, clutching her close to him, as if he were hanging on for dear life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 06:14:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes scrabbled against him, almost as if she were trying to escape, but before he could release her she had calmed again. Her eyes slowly returned to a less wild expression, and she looked mildly confused. One of her ears flicked backwards, then forwards as the other flicked back as well. She sneezed once, wrinkling her nose, and looked at Allan with curiousity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 08:24:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Panting heavily, worn from their wild lovemaking, Allan nuzzles close against her. "That was... fantastic." He reached up to strike her hair, shifting into a more comfortable position, still letting as much of their skin touch as possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 16:04:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes wrinkled her nose a little, her expression going from a vague confusion to a more innocent sort of pleasure as his fingers touched her hair. She closed her eyes and nuzzled her head into his palm, purring thunderously. Her tail flipped slowly, the long fur tickling his bare legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 03:27:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, glad to know she's just as pleased as he is. What could be better than this, in life? A beautiful woman in his arms, his own home, and enough money he won't have to work for years. Everything seemed just perfect.<br><br>Which probably explained the niggling sense of impending doom, in the back of his mind, that he kept trying to push away. Instead, he focused on the here and now, on the wonderful woman in his arms, as he kissed her softly, nuzzling close. "You're a beautiful woman, Kay."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 04:07:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes gave a wide yawn and nuzzled into his neck, licking his skin with her slightly rough tongue. She accepted the kiss with a sort of feline dignity, and purred at his words. Sometimes she seemed more cat than human, and now was a good example, her hands finding his shoulders and kneading his flesh as she purred on, "I am, aren't I?" She said, sounding a little bemused, her words almost difficult to understand through the thickness of her purr.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 07:12:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled and hugged her, seemingly perfectly content to lie here for the rest of the day. Unless...<br><br>"Was there anything you wanted to do today?" he asked, lazily, one hand idly stroking her breast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 07:51:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes wrinkled her nose a little, considering the question. She looked down at her own naked body and ran her fingers through her long dark hair fussily. She bent down and nosed Allan's neck again, snuggling close to him.<br><br>"I need clothes." She said finally, "The kind that don't hurt." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 08:25:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded. "You can borrow mine, for now. I need some more clothes, too, since mine are so... unfit for this place." He wrinkles his nose as he realized he probably couldn't take her with him, not with the ears, tail, and fur. "I assume... the old man never took you out anywhere? I wouldn't think he would... though I'm not sure what we can do with you, if we were to go out..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 22:25:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes nodded a little, her eyes wandering towards the curtained window. There was a slightly wistful expression on her face, "I haven't been out ... since he brought me here." She pawed at his chest absent-mindedly, her touch gentle, as though she were trying to beg him for something, but she didn't voice it, whatever it was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 08:57:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He scratched his head, asking, "Do you... want to go out somewhere?" He racked his brain for possibilities. It's just his girlfriend dressing up? Cover her heavily... with what? Just ignore it, and hope people don't really care? He sighed mentally, hugging her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 09:59:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes looked thrilled, as if she had not implied the desire at all. She thought it was rather nice of her, really, to give him the credit for the idea she'd prodded him into. She nodded hastily, "Anywhere." She said, "Anywhere not in here." She looked around the room, her brow furrowing, "I don't mind living here now that ... he isn't. But I miss ..." She didn't finish her sentence, but her eyes took on a dreamy quality.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>19-09-2008, 09:42:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, that definitely answered that question. "Alright. We'll go shopping for clothes, later." His hand stroked across her chest. "What do you miss, Kay? I'd love to give it to you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 21:01:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes looked back to him, her eyes still wistful and lost as though she were remembering something so distant it seemed like nothing more than a dream.<br><br>"Sunshine." She said finally, "The way grass feels. Hiding under the trees to get away from the rain. The way autumn smells." She snuggled against him, nuzzling her face to his neck and falling silent again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 08:57:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He squeezed her tight. "Would you like to go outside, now, then? We could lie on the grass, instead of in here." He made a mental note to avoid going near the window of the master bedroom; the pile of nightmarish objects still lie out there in a heap. "Maybe even make love out there, again..." he said, giving her a peck on the cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 01:54:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes looked as though he'd just informed her they'd be having Christmas that afternoon. She stared at him with wide, glittering eyes., "Yes." She said, half breathless with excitement, "Can we? Please?" She squirmed in his arms, licking his neck rapturously and rolling onto her back to show her long, lean tummy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 08:34:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned, and kissed her more fully. "Of course. And you're free to go outside, any time you choose, with or without me." Scratching her stomach like one might a large cat, then patting her a few times, he said, "C'mon... let's go out, shall we? I'll grab a blanket for us to lie on." He doubted they'd need it, but it'd be nice to have, he thought, as he grabbed the one lying over the back of the couch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 09:06:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes scrambled to her feet with the hasty grace of an excited feline and dashed out the door. She ran to the stairs and the soft thuds of her descending footsteps could be heard below. She waited for him by the front door, eyes wide and expectant, fairly dancing as she waited. She went so far as to give a soft Mrowl?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 09:25:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ack!" he cried, as she suddenly leaped away from him, nearly causing him to crash to the floor. Staggering to his feet, he followed after her, calling out, "Alright, alright! I'm coming!" coupled with laughter. He reached the landing before the door, then nodded to her. "You can go ahead and open the door, you don't need me for it." He wanted her to feel more independent, and this would help build her confidence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 09:38:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes hopped up and down while she waited, though she stilled when he told her she could open the door herself. She gave him a dubious look and turned to look at the heavy oak panel. She traced it with her fingertips for a moment before reaching for the brass handle gingerly. It was as if she thought the door might bite her. When her hand remained attached to her wrist, she twisted the knob and pushed the door open. It was as if a spell had been broken, and Caethes was gone into the bright sunlight of the doorway. She didn't even bother to close the door behind her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 10:01:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan watched her, curious, as she hesitates so strongly, and was about to say something encouraging, when the door flew open, and she was gone. Laughing, he took off after her, belatedly realizing they're both still nude... and not caring. It's his private property, now, and he can do whatever he well pleases. Besides, who would see them way out here?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 10:07:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes certainly wasn't going to let her state of undress stop her. In fact, she was glad she was naked as she threw herself belly down into the thick green grass. She rolled in it, feeling the prickle of a hundred tiny blades against her skin. She was purring thunderously, her fingers kneading the grass and her tail lashing. It had been too long, and this was like a drink of water to a desert wanderer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 07:35:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan followed behind her, but he wasn't nearly as quick on his feet as she was. He stopped a little ways from where she was rolling in the grass, smiling as he watched her, so clearly enjoying herself, not wanting to interrupt her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 08:06:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes finally stretched out on her belly in the grass, tailtip twitching, her eyes closed and an expression of pure bliss on her face. Her fingers were still buried in the grass, her face upturned to the sun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 08:41:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tossing the blanket down into the grass near her, he lay down beside her, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "Feeling better, now that you're out here?" he asked, quietly, stroking her, gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 09:40:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inside the mansion, Caethes had a tendency to look small, lost and perhaps even a little sickly--far too pale, anyway. Out in the sunlight, she was like a new catgirl altogether. Her fur was sleek and shiny in the sunlight, and she looked vibrant and--above all, content. She rolled onto her back, stretching out til her back curved and purring uproariously as she showed her belly to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 07:55:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sliding closer to her, he began to kiss her, softly, tracing his lips over her warming body. "You... are incredibly beautiful, my little kitty," he murmured softly, as his hands and lips slowly danced over her body, keeping things fairly tame, for now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 09:34:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes blushed at his words, looking suddenly demure and lowering her eyes. She purred and arched her back, her ears flicking in the grass. She didn't know what to say in response, so instead she just kissed him back, lips suddenly soft and shy. She'd grown used to their more lusty interactions. The romancing ... that was something else entirely. It seemed perfect for the warm day, and she responded wholeheartedly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 09:47:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan agreed entirely, and his return was as soft and slow as hers; having finished just recently, he was content to let this take a slow, peaceful, natural course. His hand slowly drifted over her belly, brushing agaisnt the bottom of her breasts, lightly, his legs wrapping over hers, as he lay by her side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 09:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was suddenly shy as a kitten, unlike her aggressive approach only a few hours previous. She licked her lips daintily when the kiss ended, sighing so her breasts rose as his fingers brushed them, "Really?" She asked in a soft, semi-breathless voice, "You think I'm beautiful." And then, slower and more shy still, "I am yours? Your little kitty?" The words meant something so different then they ever had before. They were loving and not jealously possessive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 07:01:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would never lie to you," he promised. "You are my perfect little kitty, and I just want to hold you here, forever." To emphasize his point, he gave her a squeeze, and a light peck on the cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 22:00:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked and then seemed to melt against him, her body pressing the full length of his, and her face pressed against his shoulder. One of her calico ears tickled his cheek, but she continued to soak up his words and every drop of affection and attention he lavished on her. "You make me feel ..." She started, then struggled for what to finish the sentence with, "Like I matter." She ended it, "You make me feel good. I never wanted to belong to the old man." She smiled a little, a strange mix of coyness and innocence in her gaze, "I want to belong to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 09:10:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nibbled her ear playfully, considering for a moment before replying. "You don't belong to me, though... You're free, to do as you wish. If you'd like to stay with me, however.. I'd love that." His hands stroke across her body, as he savors the warmth of the sun and her body, along his naked flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 15:35:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes actually pouted a bit at that, her ears flicking in a form of irritation even as he tried to nibble at the soft velvet fur, "But I want to." She said, tone a little sulky, "I want to belong to you. Don't you want me?" It was like the demand of a spoiled child, though how she could still manage to sound spoiled after what she'd been through was hard to understand. Perhaps it was her calico blood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 06:45:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He paused, to consider his words, knowing he'd need to tread lightly, here. "Of course I want you, but I also want you to know that you're free to choose where you'd like to go. If you'd like to stay with me, I would be more than happy to keep you, but don't feel like you have to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 09:02:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes gave him a rather imperious look. She was quite aware of what she was. Sometimes she was more cat than girl, and the only reason the old man had been able to keep her was by making his home into a prison--often just as much for himself as for her. He could not have visitors often, because he guessed--rightly--that Caethes would have eventually lost her fear of him and embarrassed him, or worse, gotten him in trouble by making herself known. <br><br>"You can't keep me unless I want to be kept." She said, "Unless you want to use pain and c-cages to do it." She shuddered, her tail fluffing out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 09:14:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're right," he said, soothingly. "And you won't have to worry about that, from me. I swear it." He kissed her softly on the cheek, hoping to turn away from this conversation, his hand rubbing across her belly gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 09:20:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes seemed mollified by this, and she snuggled against him, her purr beginning to build once more. It was, after all, a sunny beautiful day, and she outdoors with rays warming her fur and skin. She arched her back a little and lolled in the grass with her hands tucked against her chest like paws. She licked her lips in a feline expression of contentment, "Then it's settled." She murred, "You'll stay with me and take care of me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 09:39:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," he said, chuckling slightly. "That is exactly what I'll do, my precious kitten." He shifted closer to her, his hands drifting to more sensitive areas, his lips seeking hers, his legs wrapping around hers, sliding up to rub against her thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 09:53:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes seemed a little less aggressive this time ... a little softer perhaps. If he'd been able to see into her head, he'd have found that his terms of endearment to her softened the edge of her impetuous nature--at least for a while. Being called his precious kitten made her want to be just that. His. Precious. The kitten part? That came quite naturally to her. She kissed him back, but made no attempt to overturn him, just lay back in the grass as his legs slipped over hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 10:04:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Enjoying the soft, lazy mood of the warm day, the beautiful woman, he made no attempt to rush. He would be quite content to simply make out with her for quite a while, probably until she grew bored. He'd continue kissing her softly, his hand gently teasing her breast, until he sensed any impatience or boredom on her part.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 10:13:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes felt a familiar stirring in the pit of her stomach, but this time she had a new game. Her body was warm beneath him, her lips moving slowly so that they seemed almost to be dancing with his. Her rough tongue lapped at his upper lip, seeking entrance. Her eyes slipped closed, lashes tickling her cheeks as she purred.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 08:25:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gladly opened his mouth to meet her tongue, his kisses slow and sensual, making no effort at haste. They both had all the time in the world, no responsibilities, and no worries. What could possibly be better? Her purring into the kisses sent a shiver down his spine, as he clung closer to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 08:35:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes made a low murring noise in her throat, and her fluffy tail tickled at his leg where it wrapped around hers. She was cognizant, quite suddenly, of every prickly blade of grass against the bare skin of her back and legs. It felt wonderful, the contrast of cool grass, warm sunlight, and the shade he cast over her as he kissed her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 08:40:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan, on the other hand, was more focused on the lovely feelings of the woman he was lying with; her soft skin, her fur, her warmth, the sweet fragrance of her hair, the subtle shifts of her body beneath him. He wanted to know everything about her, know every inch of her, from head to toe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 08:44:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her tail writhed lazily, wrapping and unwrapping his leg in its furry warmth. She arched her back a little, pressing the full length of her body against him. She broke the kiss to speak, "It's more than just ..." She tried to think of the right word. She knew, of course, that this was different from what the old man had done to her. She was a willingly participant in this. Still ... "It's more than just a game." She said thoughtfully, "You actually want me around, not just because I'm pretty?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 09:25:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He paused, considering. "I'm... not sure. I do know that I care for you, and I want to protect you, and show you love for every instance that old main gave you pain and sorrow. I also do find you stunningly beautiful, and won't say that hasn't influenced me." He pauses to kiss her, gently, then continued. "But I'm fairly certain that's not all of it. If it's love... well, I don't know, for certain. But I know I like it, and I will care for you, as long as you're willing to stay with me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 09:30:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes's tail stilled for a moment, and her face closed in while she considered his answer. Finally she nodded slowly, "I can live with that." She said, snuggling against him again. Perhaps a part of her had been hoping to hear an eloquent proclamation of love. Then again, if she'd heard it, she not have believed him. This was better, because she could tell it was honest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 10:13:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm glad," he replied, relieved that he seemed to be winning her over, and that she's no longer the meek, afraid girl he met, just a day ago. He had enjoyed her submissiveness, but this... this was better,t his was the true Kay, and it made her all the more beautiful. "So... is there anything you'd like to try?" he asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 08:01:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes smiled and licked her lips in a very feline way before she stretched and crawled over him, propping herself on her hands and pressing her nose to his. <br><br>"Everything." She purred, stretching again in a way that let her pussy just barely graze his cock. She looked around the vast green lawn, "I like hard to get." She said, and she was off him in an instant and running for a stand of trees. She somehow managed not to look ridiculously silly, bounding across the lawn completely naked, her tail streaming out behind her like a banner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 08:12:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned, as she suddenly climbed onto him, a shiver running down his spine as she brushed against his rod, ready to start a long, slow, sensuous-- wait, where'd she go?<br><br>He lay there in confusion for a minute, then scrambled to his feet, and took off after her. If she wants a game, then he'll give it to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 08:52:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was nearly to the treeline, throwing a glance over her shoulder, her tail waving slightly in the breeze. She darted around a tree, peering out at him. Her ears twitched and she ducked back, fully obscured by the broad trunk and waiting til he got closer to choose her next move. She was purring rather raggedly, a little out of breath from her flight across the green lawn.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 08:56:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached the tree a moment later, catching his breath on the other side of it, readying himself to pick a side to attack from. After he felt like he's ready, he lunged around the right side of the tree, hoping to catch her and pin her against it, expecting her to slip away again, so the chase can continue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 09:06:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And slip away she did, his fingers just grazing her arm as she slid around the tree to stay out of his reach, then darted off for another large tree. She hid behind it, unaware that not only was her purring giving her away, but that her tail was sticking out into view.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 09:13:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan grinned and, this time, stalked up on the tree, moving quietly, hoping to catch her more unawares. Again, he lunged around it from the right, but doesn't give up this time, immediately giving chase, if he doesn't catch her, not wanting to give her a moment's break.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 09:15:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes gave a squeal of delight, her eyes wide and round as she dashed away towards another tree. This time, however, some sort of instinct took hold. Rather than hiding behind it, Caethes threw herself AT it, scrambling up with hands and feet as if she'd been scaling trees all her life. She hadn't, really. However, her life in the walls of the old man's fortress had given her at least some insight into climbing. She clambered up onto the first large branch and curled next to the trunk, looking a little startled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 07:58:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(SO sorry for not replying; the system forgot to update me, and I didn't check!)<br><br>"Wha--hey! Not fair, climbing!" He jumped and tried to grab a hold of her as she climbed, but she was far too agile for him. He pouted a little, playfully, trying to figure out how to climb, himself. Being naked didn't help, any.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 23:08:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes peered down at him from her place curled against the tree trunk. She had a rather startled look in her eyes. She'd not actually thought through the tree-climbing idea. It had leaped from her head full-formed, and she'd just gone with it. All well and good, but now she wasn't entirely sure she knew how to get down again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 08:47:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan really didn't want to try to climb the tree with nothing covering his naughty bits... scraping agaisnt the tree would be quite uncomfortable. "Fine, I'll just wait down here for you, then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 17:54:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes lowered her head a little, her ears pressing back against her head. She looked harassed and a little embarrassed, but she didn't speak. Instead she just leaned against the trunk and held on, her feet dangling. No, this really hadn't been such a great idea. The bark was rough against her soft skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 09:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan sat down at the base of the tree, occasionally glancing up at her. After a minute or two, he called out, "Are... are you alright, up there?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 09:51:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No." Caethes said, her pride getting the better of her, "I'm fine. Good. Great. I love it up here." She looked up, and then she looked down. How it could be so easy to get up someplace and so much more complicated to get down again, she didn't know.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 09:56:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He arched an eyebrow, looking up at her. "You sure? I can help you get down, if you need..." He did so love the view he got, looking up at her this way, though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 10:16:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes shifted uncomfortably. Ah, what a choice. Her pride? Or her comfort? She fidgeted again, looking down at him with distressed eyes.<br><br>"I'm fine." She said in a small voice, "Just fine. Yes. I'll just stay right here for a bit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 10:17:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, then. I'll just stay right here and wait for you." He leaned back against the tree, humming an idle tune, glancing up at her from time to time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 10:24:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes lasted only about ten minutes before she lost her nerve. She was, after all, a cat. Pride and attention span did not always agree.<br><br>"Allan ..." She finally said in a plaintive tone, "I think I'm stuck." She sniffled.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 11:24:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Allan chuckled, slightly, working his way to his feet. "Don't worry... let's see..." He couldn't very easily catch her... "Here, why don't you try climbing down to this lower branch, and I'll stay under here, to catch you if you fall?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 16:03:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes was crying by now, tears rolling down her cheeks. She closed one hand into a fist and rubbed one eye, looking down at the branch that he was indicating nervously. It seemed to be miles away. And they were scary miles too. She shook her head.<br><br>"I c-can't."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 07:49:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ok, ok... calm down, it's not a problem, Kay... umm... wil you be alright by yourself, while I go try to find a ladder?" He was looking for other ways down, too, if she said 'no'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 08:24:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes nodded with a sniffle and wrapped her arms around the tree trunk.<br><br>"Hurry?" She said in a forlorn sort of voice, closing her eyes tightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 08:37:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll try," he promised, before taking off, towards the house, in search of a ladder. It took him quite a while, but about fifteen minutes later, she can spot him carrying a tall, metal ladder, making his way back across the yard to the tree where she's stuck. He unfolded it, leaning it against the branch she was on, holding the base to help stabilize it. "Okay... you can climb down this. Don't worry, I'll hold it tight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 09:15:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes hadn't moved the entire time he was gone, she was still clinging to the bark with her eyes closed. When the latter dropped to the branch beside her, she jumped and her tail puffed up. She calmed again slowly, turning her face to look at the ladder. She shook her head. She couldn't do it. She'd gotten herself worked up and now any way down was scary.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 08:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's safe... just climb down, Kay." He waited for a couple minutes, and if she was still in the tree, he sighed and, making sure the ladder was set firmly, began scaling it himself. "See? It's not hard." He climbed back down, partway, to emphasize.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 20:55:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes leaned closer to the ladder when Allan began to climb it. Apparently she found his presence on the ladder comforting, but when he began to climb down again, she leaned away and back against the trunk of the tree once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 04:47:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What's wrong?" he asked, sounding a little impatient, now. "Do you want me to carry you down?" he regretted it, immediately; he wasn't even sure he could carry her, not safely. But it wouldn't do to leave her in the tree, all day. If she was as cat-like as she seemed, she could, very well, be there for quite some time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 09:53:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caethes nodded her head even as she said, "No ..." in a rather forlorn voice. Then she seemed to realize her contradiction and she hung her head a little, "I don't know. I don't like this tree anymore."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Whistle (Jeramiahh and Storiwyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 10:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry, it's not far... and if you come down, I might have a treat for you." He grinned, Offering her his hand to help guide her down. "It's safe... there's nothing to be afraid of."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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