The nexy day, Jake was getting all cleaned up for his date with Callie. He made sure his teeth were well brushed, but every time he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw that his bad eye was white as the winter snow. The scare that ran across it was healing up nicely, but still it made Jake feel uneasy.

"Look at yourself," he said aloud to his refection, as if he was guilty of some crime that had been committed. "You call yourself a hero? You couldn't even protect the ones we love."

Jake turned his head away in shame. There was no end to this madness. Seeing that it was drawing near to the time when Callie would be coming by to pick him up for their date, Jake walked into the shower and turned the water all the way up to the maximum heat.

The water burned him all over, but this was nothing to him now. When he finished his shower, he saw that the mirror had fogged up do to the steam of the hot water. When he wiped it down, Jake took a step back as he saw the face of Carl Lockman smiling at him.

"You are nothing. Callie is mine and will always be mine," Carl smiled as he laughed at Jake. "You'll never be able to protect her, because I am everywhere now." His evil laughter filled the bathroom.

Jake covered his ears trying to block the sound of the laughter, but it was no good, he couldn't keep it out of his mind. Then Jake lost it. "SHUT UP!" he shouted, punching the mirror with all his might. The mirror shattered into a dozen pieces, glass shards fell to the floor and into the sink.

Jake looked down at his hand, it was bleeding. But at least the laughter had stopped. With a frown, he looked at a shard of glass that had landed next to his feet. As Jake picked it up, he suddenly had an idea. Being very careful, Jake proceeded to use the shard to remove his bad eye. With a quick twist of his wrist, Jake removed his bad eye, before he dropped it into the trashcan beside the sink.

Now, time to make my new weapons. he thought proudly, putting his eye patch back on.

Two hours later...

After combing his fur for the final time, he forced himself to take a step back and a deep breath. He looked as good as he was going to; now he was just trying to stall for more time. "You can do this," he told his reflection and immediately winced at how unsure he sounded. "You can do this," he repeated, forcing himself to believe it. Thinking that his eye patch might be over doing it with his tuxedo, he felt it best to remove it.

"There, much better," he said, admiring his new glass eye. In fact, tucked inside his coat pocket was a small box of custom made glass eyes, each one designed for a different purpose.

Jake swallowed nervously when he heard the limousine honking and waved goodbye to Chance with smile as he left the mansion. He walked as quickly as he could down the main driveway. The driver was waiting by the limousine's back door with a patience that only came from training and practice. Jake nodded and was happy to see Callie sitting with Mayor Manx and his date for the night, they smiled back as he slid into the seat next to Callie. He continued to smile, until the driver slammed the door shut.

"Glad you could make it, Mr. Clawson," Manx smiled, shaking Jake's hand. "This is my date, Jenna Cathay."

The she-kat held out her hand to Jake who shook it with a smile. "Pleasure to meet you," he said.

Callie didn't like the way Jenna was eyeing Jake, but she didn't let it show.

Jake on the other hand saw that Callie was wearing a grey trench coat that hid her dress from him, he so wanted to see it, but that would have to wait.

The four kats talked and shared a few stories about their life, but other than that, they kept quiet. When they arrived at Poseidon's Trident, there were many reporters waiting for them. Manx smiled, he was going to have a fun time being the center of attraction. But Callie knew why most of the reporters were here-to get an exclusive about her breakup with Carl.

Jake was the first out of the limousine when the driver opened the door for him. With a smile, Jake stuck his elbow out and Callie clutched it as they walked through the crowd of reporters. It was almost impossible for them to make it to the doors of the restaurant, but before the two of them could open the doors, a reporter blocked the path.

"John Withbore, KT-5 news!" he proudly stated, pushing his microphone into Callie's face. "Mrs. Callie Lockman do you have anything to say about the rumors of your ex-husband being seen making deals with drug dealers?"

"No comment," were the only words that came out of Callie's mouth.

Well, that didn't stop Withbore, he was going to get his story. So, with a frown he turned his microphone at Jake. "Mr. Clawson," he said, keeping the couple from advancing forward. "Is it true that on the day of Lockman wedding, you were seen screwing around with the Deputy Mayor in her dressing room, thus, causing Carl Lockman to try and kill you?"

When Jake heard what John Withbore had said, he pulled back his arm, balled up his fist and punched the reporter right in the face. "Fuck you!" Jake shouted as he watched the reporter fall backwards.

Well, this was not the way he wanted to start his date off with Callie, and Jake quickly apologized for his actions. No one blamed him for punching Withbore like that, but he still felt like he over reacted.

Mayor Manx however stayed outside to address the public about the rumors that were going around about Carl Lockman. For once, he was doing Callie a favor, one that she felt was worth all the years of doing his job for him.

When Jake and Callie entered the restaurant, the concierge greeted them. "Mr. Clawson and Mrs. Lockman, your table is ready for you," he said, but then saw that Callie was still wearing her coat. Being a gentlekat, he held out his hand. "May I take your coat?" he asked her.

Smiling, Callie unbuttoned her coat and shrugged it off, handing it to the concierge who took it. The dress was a bright red that sparkled in the light. The bodice was fitted to her form but still loose enough to allow her to breathe. The hem of the dress was a few inches above her feet on one side but ran up diagonally to above mid-thigh on the other side.

Jake felt his throat run dry as he stared at Callie. She was so beautiful in that dress, and it didn't just catch his eye, many of the toms in the restaurant were all staring at her. They were clearly very jealous of Jake for being with such an attractive woman.

The concierge fiddled with his tie for a moment, then said to the couple, "If you will please follow me to the best table we have. I think you will love it," then he led them to their table. It was a two-story restaurant. They went up the stairs. Half of the second floor was open, which meant kat couples could have dinners outside on the many balconies, under the night sky.

"Here's your table" the concierge said as he showed them a table that had a majestic view of Megakat City bay. The silver moon shined in the night sky, and the reflection on the water cast a magic feeling all who saw it under the star-lit night. It was a sight to die for.

Now as Jake and Callie sat down to review their minus, another kat was reviewing the info he had taken from Jake's computer. And now here he was; climbing down a metal later that led to the Swat Kat's hideout under the scrap yard.

As Max descended deeper into the secret hideout, eyes wide with awe. It was very dark, dormant. He could a distant hiss and flitter of movement, echoing from wall to wall, but there was no other kats in the dark but him.

Needing to see where he was going, Max began running his hand against the walls, trying to find a light switch or at least a flashlight. Then he felt something small and flat. Looking closely, he saw that it was a switch of some sort. Max flipped it up, and... Lights blinked on. Computers flickered to life. And there was when the adventures kat saw it.

"The Turbo-Kat!" he gasped in awe.

Skin crawling, throat dry, he crossed to the main computer console. But before he could even touch it, Max was startled to see his uncle's face appear on the central monitor.

"Uncle...Johnathan?" he stammered.

His uncle's image smiled. "In spirit, only, I'm afraid."

Max then realized what was going on. It was a new computer program, designed to somehow simulate his uncle's personality-and perhaps his accumulated knowledge as well.

"Did you know Jake and Chance were the Swat Kats, uncle Johnathan?" Max asked his uncle.

Johnathan nodded. "I helped pay for their little hero team, your aunt Janet supplied the outfits." Well, things were now starting to come together, and Max didn't know all the details-but then, he didn't need to.

"Jake needs my help," he murmured.

Johnathan smiled, and his face changed into that of his wife, who smiled at Max. "Forgive me Max," Janet's image said, "but I must know your measurements."

"My...measurements?" he repeated. "Why do you want them?"

And then, all at once, Max realized what his aunt's program was up to. "You got anything in silver and gold?" he asked with a smile.

Back at Poseidon's Trident, Jake and Callie were having the time of their life. Both had smiles on their faces, but Jake kept throwing glances at a waiter who kept walking by their table. He looked at the waiter, puzzled by the fact he had not taken anyone's orders since he and Callie had arrived.

The waiter then walked up to the band that was playing some romantic music, and slipped the conductor a note and a hundred-dollar bill. After the waiter left, the band began playing a new song. It was a waltz, and many of the customers got up from their tables to dance. Callie smiled, clearly ready to have Jake dance with her.

"Jake, would you like to dance with me?" Callie asked him warmly.

Jake put down his fork. "Yes, I would," was his reply. Callie was delighted and grabbed Jake's paw, lacing her fingers with his as she dragged him toward the dance floor.

Soon, Jake and Callie flowed gracefully into the rhythm of the waltz. They both loved to dance, but it was a pleasure that was usually denied to them. Jake's movements were a little rigid at first, because he hadn't danced with Callie in a long time, but as he gained confidence in himself the steps and turns came much more naturally to him.

The other couples soon stopped dancing to watch the Deputy Mayor dance with her handsome boyfriend. Callie could feel her heart beating faster with each step, something Jake could feel also. By the time he dipped her low to the ground to end the dance, her heart was racing for more than one reason.

"Jake, I love you," Callie whispered softly into his ear. Jake wasn't expecting this. At first, he thought of this as just a way to cheer Callie up, but after dancing with her. He no longer thought of her as just a special friend who needed his help, but something much, much more. Jake thought about it more in his head and replied.

"I-I love you too, Callie," Jake said, before their lips met and they relived their first kiss. The kiss was full of love and Callie now knew in her heart that Jake was her true love.

After the kiss ended, Jake had wonderful surprise he wanted to share with Callie. So, he excused himself and headed for the nearest phone he could find.

But meanwhile, back in the heart of the city, Max was looking for something to do. His new G-suit fit him well, the colors made him stand out, but what wanted was a chance to prove himself. So far, there was no sign of trouble, but in a city full of crazy criminals, there would always be trouble brewing.

Max however, had no idea that he was being followed by T-bone in the Turbokat. T-bone looked down at his view screen, his teeth grinding in as he watched Max swing from building to building. Whatever was Max thinking? He had no clue as to what it meant to be a hero, but at least he had guts.

Now as the vigilante flew high in the sky, May Parker's hands were almost worn out from all the massaging she had done. It had been a busy day this time, and she lost track of how many customers she had serviced. She scooped up the latest bag of bits from the previous customer, an Enforcer named Decker Hale, and put every single bit into the register.

"Ladies, how many customers do we have left today?" she asked her workers.

Lisa, a peach colored kat walked up with a list of the remaining clients. "Just your nephew Jake and Callie Lockman, they're the last clients for the night."

Right at that moment, Jake and Callie entered the lobby. "Aunt May, I trust you got my call?" he asked, giving his aunt a hug, which she returned with kiss to his cheek.

"Oh, yes," she smiled. "I have your swimsuits waiting for you in the locker room."

When Jake had changed out of his tux and into a black speedo, he took a seat outside the women's locker room. Then Callie came out of the locker room. She looked gorgeous in the white bikini as it held her lovely breasts and displayed her well-formed body just wonderfully. She turned around and he got to see her firm ass held back by just some thin material, the natural curves of her ass well displayed by the tight bottom. He had to swallow hard as she turned back around and looked at him expectantly. "You look wonderful," he said, his voice sounding strained.

Callie blushed a light red. "Thank you, Jake."

May Parker smiled. It was good to see Jake and Callie this way, but now she needed them to fallow her. "Please come with me," she said, leading the couple outside to a very nice pool and hot tub. The cool night air contrasted nicely with the warm water of the tub as she hit the controls to start it frothing as it came to life.

Stepping into the water, Jake began to sweat right away, already warm from the wine coursing through his system. The jets of water pounded against him as he settled in, feeling it ease into his muscles that were still a little sore from the day he had before his date with Callie. Leaning back in the built-in seats, he looked up at the night sky, almost cloudless so all the stars twinkled above them.

Callie then stepped in and took her place next to Jake. May's workers brought some oils and flowers, which they put into the water, then they began rubbing the couple shoulders. Jake and Callie never felt so relaxed.

Now as the two of them were pampered with a relaxing soak and shoulder rub, Max was still had no luck in finding a crime to stop. That all changed when he heard a scream. With blinding speed, Max made his way across the roofs, in hope of stopping his first bad guy.

Down in a dirty alley was three kats. Two tough tom kats and one she-kat, who was trapped by both men. One held her down as the other went through her purse, but he found nothing worth taking. He turned to his partner.

"Hey, Ben," he smiled. "This bitch doesn't have anything on her but trash." Ben hissed in anger and looked down at the terrified she-kat.

His soulless green eyes glowed brightly. "Terry, get your knife," he said. "She can pay in blood."

Terry drew his knife and advanced toward the she-kat, who began screaming for help. "Scream all you want, but no one is coming to save you," Ben gloated. Just then…

"Stop and give yourselves up!" Max shouted from the roof. Both Terry and Ben looked up, shocked to see what looked like a new type of vigilante. The two toms let the she-kat go when Max jumped and landed in front of them. But these two toms were not afraid, in fact, they were hoping for someone else to enter their alley.

When Jake and Callie got out of the hot tub, May Parker led them back inside to a clean, well-lit room.

"Alright, if you'll go ahead and remove your swimsuits, then go lie down face first on those tables over there, my ladies will be right with you," she instructed as she handed each Jake and Callie a clean, white towel.

Jake turned his back to Callie as to not be declared a pervert. Once this task was complete, he unfolded the towel in his hand and wrapped it around his waist, then made his way slowly over to the padded table. With a smile, he pulled himself up onto the table, folded his arms before his chest, then deposited his face into the hole at the end of the table designed to support his head. Callie did the same.

"Are you having an enjoyable time, Callie?" Jake asked her.

Callie smiled at him. "Yes." She replied. "I wonder if Max is having a fun time like rest of us."

But if Jake Callie could see Max right now, they would realize that he was indeed not having fun. No! He was getting his tail kicked all over the alley. Ben held his arms behind his back as Terry delivered punches to his face and stomach.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash above the three kats. Terry and Ben looked up to see the SWAT Kat T-bone standing on the fire escape above them. Before they could react, T-bone jumped down and beat the two criminals. When he was done, the vigilante turned his attention to Max, who was struggling to stand.

Max knew in his heart that he was in even greater trouble, but he had to face the consequences for his actions.

Back at the spa, Callie was making out with Jake in the steam room. Both their towels lied on floor in a wet heap. Jake's hands moved from her ass to her shoulders, sending her into a joyous state of pleasurable moans. The heat grew between them and Callie, feeling naughty, moved her right-hand down towards Jake's growing manhood.

"Jake, can I—"

"Touch it!" Jake moaned, smiling.

Callie took her hand, and placed it on Jakes' cock, and she started stroking up and down.

"Callie, that feels so good." Jake said in ecstasy. With a smile Callie kissed him hard on the lips and increased her stroking speed. After a few minutes of stroking Jake's dick, Callie felt him twitch in her hand, he was going to have his release.

"Callie, I'm going to blow!" Jake shouted.

But Callie had another idea. She let go of Jake, got down on her knees and took the head of Jake's cock into her sweet mouth.

"Oh, Callie!" Jake moaned. He watched as her head bobbed down, engulfing maybe half of his penis, then back up again, then down and up again several times. She used her tongue like a pro, wetting Jake's entire shaft, then took him back into her mouth and bobbed her head all the way down until she had all 10 inches in her mouth. Jake couldn't describe how good it felt.

"Callie, your mouth feels so good on my cock!"

Her answer was a moan. She began to suck Jake off in earnest: while her head bobbed quickly up and down, her lips created a strong vacuum that intensified the feeling. Then she encircled the base of his shaft with one hand and used it to follow her lips up and down. She was working every part of Jake's dick to make him have his release.

"Callie, watch out, I'm going to cum soon!" Jake expected her to pull her head away, but instead she moaned again and began sucking him harder and faster. Then, he exploded into her mouth.

"Aaaaaaah! Damn, Callie!" Jake cried as he began to buck his hips, and she put a hand on his abdomen to hold Jake down. Her mouth never left his cock, and he knew that she wasn't going to spit his cum out. When Jake's orgasm finally subsided, he stopped bucking.

Callie looked up at him, licking her lips clean. "Jake, I'm sorry I got carried away, but I hope you enjoyed that."

Jake smiled. "I did," he said, but that was when his Aunt May came in with two fresh towels. She clearly knew what happened between her nephew and Callie, and frankly, she didn't care.

"Sorry to come in like this, but Chance Furlong has called saying that he needs you back home. Something about Max trying to be a hero," May Parker said as she handed the couple their towels.

Jake already knew what Chance meant by Max trying to be a hero. He and Callie quickly got dressed, paid his Aunt May, and headed back to the Clawson estate. But unknown to them was John Withbore who was following them. He had indeed found his story; one that involved Jake and Callie having fun in the steam room. This new story seemed bigger then some sex scandal, so he felt it best to investigate.

Ten minutes later…

"And what made you think that you could be a SWAT Kat?!" Jake shouted at Max. His cousin lowered his head in shame. "You could have been killed!"

"I'm sorry, Jake, but I wanted to help you." Max said, but Jake was not in a listening mood.

As he, Callie, Chance and Max tried to sort things out, John Withbore filmed everything. Oh, how he knew Commander Feral would love to know who the SWAT Kats were. When this story would go public, he would be so famous that he would have the whole city in his hands.

When the crafty reporter got everything he needed, he pressed send on his Camera phone, giving Commander Feral something worth his money.