To my left Kimmie is running a similar tiny-toothed comb over Mitch's fur.To my left Kimmie is running a similar tiny-toothed comb over Mitch's fur. Although technically Kimmie had agreed only to stay until Mitch and his brother and sister were two, four years later she was still here. And for that I was happy. Kimmie is a playful woman, and I respect her immensely. This was my third grooming today. I had one more to do after this, an adult, which wasn't so bad, but already I had done David and Michelle, and now Ember's sister, Priss. This was not the high point of my day. I love Priss, dearly I do. But we've got seven children in the house ranging from ten to six years old and they're going to drive me crazy, and I really did not need to do a complete de-fleaing of the household right about now. What was worse was that I was desperately trying to keep my emotions in check. David was only a six-year-old Pamthreat, and Michelle a seven-year-old Centaur, but Priss, at ten years old, was just starting to show in her Felinzi body the hints of beauty that were hers to inherit from her mother and father. Her fur pattern was more symmetrical than Ember's. There was also more black to it, small diamonds of white streaking down from her ears around the tops of her eyes, a large white patch along her spine, losing symmetry around her buttocks- only one was whited. Both her feet were white. It looked like she was wearing socks. But what kept bothering me was the irrational desires that I had to constantly fight down. As I ran the comb over her tight, youthful buttocks, I gritted my teeth and concentrated, grabbing the little blood-suckers as they climbed over the comb and crushing them between thumb and forefinger. When I was finished, I sighed a sigh of relief; at least she had no prominent breasts yet, and it was time to do her front. |