"I was looking either at Faradi or Marcus."I was looking either at Faradi or Marcus." "Go for Marcus," he suggested suddenly. "Not that I don't get along with Faradi, but I think Marcus would be better." "Reasons?" "Simple. Marcus is yolie', and he doesn't like anal from either direction. If I'm going to get what I want out of this--" "Fucking Karen Walton up the ass," I interrupted. "Exactly," he said, an amused chuckled escaping the workspace he had managed to wedge his head into. "Anyway, Marcus would be best on the bottom, because Karen's actually a little shorter than most Pamthreats and if you're going to be at her front, if someone's going to be watching your balls, better Marcus than Faradi." I watched him dig his way further into the guts of the sensor array. I sighed inwardly, considering it a shame that he was so damned erolie'. He is quite attractive. "A little manipulative," I commented, "but you're right. And I'm not averse to Marcus, either. It just has to work." "I can work with Marcus," Czrain said, his voice muffled. "When is this supposed to happen?" "Well, reviewing your public schedule, you seem to be free at 1600 hours." "Dinner at 1700, then?" he laughed. "That's perfect," I replied. "Tonight, then?" "See you there. Your place, I assume?" "Yes." "Then I'll be there," Czrain replied. Marcus is a tall, distinguished-looking Felinizi. His fur is completely grey but for a small triangular patch of white as his throat, for which tonight he wore appropriately-cut clothing. The grey of his fur is a smoky, hazy kind of color... when he removed his jacket and walked about my cabin wearing only a pair of white blouse pants I found myself becoming hypnotized by the ebb and flow of his fur. He is also quite muscular. "So this is the young lady in question?" he asked as Karen came padding out, accompanied by a pair of Pamthreat Hands, two black gloves that seemed to float in the air of their own violition. "I would seem to be," Karen said, her muzzle lighting up. "Hello, Marcus." Marcus sat down at one corner of the low table I had set up in one corner, sipping carefully at the cup of warm tea I had poured for him. |