"I'll stick to cigarettes," I said, motioning it away."I'll stick to cigarettes," I said, motioning it away. "I tried one of those once during my early teens and was sick as a dog for a whole day." "That's probably because you inhaled," he replied. "Also, your body wasn't used to tobacco then. I brought these because they're just right for a beginner. Don't inhale; just take it into your throat and taste the flavor." I inhaled cautiously. "The flavor does have something to recom- mend it," I thought. I inhaled again when I felt no rumbles portending an impending volcanic explosion from my stomach and leaned back against Kontar's muscular arm. I took a sip of my cordial. I was conscious of the softly silken feeling of the fur on his arm against my neck and of the powerful feline muscles rippling beneath. We told each other something more about ourselves while we re- laxed with our drinks and cigars. I told him about my struggles growing up in a poor family in Northeast Minneapolis and my fight to acquire an education. He told me more about his life as a royal prince. It seemed that he was not some distant collateral relative of the king but was actually fourth in line to the throne. He leaned over and licked my ear as we crushed out the remains of our cigars. I shivered and jerked as the cold fire shot through me once again. Kontar's licking my ear was turning out to be a sure way of driving me wild. I had once had a domestic cat lick my ear and it had sent the same electric shiver through me, but not as strongly as this! Kontar continued licking my ear while I writhed in his unbreakable grip. |