Nobody wanted to participate in the witch hunt.Meow! Xxnx “One of them is in the stomach,” Derek read from my facial expression and hand positions. They never miss it, do they? And that the anti-venom should arrive any minute now because the app said it was ‘in transit’. The way to the stairs was clear. “So do you think you’re OK with dangerous snakes in your stomach and feral rodents in your womb for a week?” Derek asked me in the morning, handing me back my itsy bitsy bikini top. “Are you ready?” Derek asked me. They do that sometimes when they find a nice warm place. A cat’s natural curiosity makes it a unique experience. Even if my love juice production went unnoticed, Derek could probably feel my intensifying heart rate.
