" I laughed." I laughed. "You know how often I get told that?" "Well, you do look a lot like him!" she said, laughing back. "I know. It's annoying." I gave her my best smile. She smiled back; I took a small string bag out a jacket pocket and put my purchases into it, giving her a friendly wave. As the door was closed on creaky, ancient springs, I heard her shout "Hey!" I poked my head back in. "Huh?" I asked. "Do you know 'Ryan' is a sexy name?" I smiled. "Yeah, I've been told that. G'night!" I eased back out into the cool New Hampshire night and drove back to the motel. I opened the door quietly; K'meh stirred only enough to register that it was me, a 'friendly,' and she was unconscious again. I put most of the food into the refrigerator and joined her. When morning came, I stirred in bed, finding her lying on her side, facing away from me. I snuggled up against her under the covers and draped my arm over her side. She shifted, groaning softly before lifting her head. "What time is it?" she said. "About two hours after dawn," I said. "That late?" she asked, picking her head up to scan the room suddenly. I put my hand to the side of her head and pushed it down to the pillow again playfully. "It's not that late," I said. "We're on recreation, remember? We're not supposed to move until at least 3 lome', remember?" She laughed and settled back down, giving my arm a brief, acknowledging hug between her arm and her body. I was playing gently with the fur between her breasts, sliding my fingers along the fur, feeling the texture and resiliency of her breasts with my hands. She purred softly as I touched her here and there, sliding my palm along her curves. |