Chapter 2
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It was early Wednesday morning. Dorothy had already left for class. Kirei was going through the morning mail when she noticed an official-looking letter for "Miss Dorothy Waynewright." The pre-printed return address was for the M.P.H.Q.
Concerned, she put it with the rest of the mail addressed to Roger. If Dorothy was in some sort of trouble, he would know what to do.
Well aware that the negotiator hated waking alone, she brought the mail into his bedroom and placed it on the nighttable beside him. She then stripped down to her underwear and slipped into bed beside him.
Smith, not quite awake, turned to face her. He cuddled her close, happy to have an armful of half-naked shewolf to keep him warm. "What are you doing here, Snowy?" he sleepily teased her. "It's not your turn til tomorrow." He tickled her neck with his lips.
Kirei giggled. "I brought your mail...there's something important about Dorothy..." Roger kissed her mouth, breaking her train of thought..."and, uhmmm, I wanted to know what you wanted for breakfast, love."
Roger kissed her again and began to undress her. "I think I'll have YOU for breakfast, little one..."
Later, with Kirei happily worn out beside him, Roger started to go through his mail. He found the letter addressed to Dorothy.
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Roger came out into the living room, holding a letter. "Poppet, did you take the Griffon out again?"
Dorothy thoughtfully chewed a mouthful of doughnut. "Whom, meem?" she mumbled around the treat. She took the paper from him and saw that one of the many cameras newly installed by the DOT on traffic lights had caught the Griffon going through a red light.
"Oh, darn," she muttered, embarrassed. She swallowed the bit of doughnut. "I guess I ran a red light when I went to the mall to look for that catsuit."
Roger shook his head and plucked the letter from her dainty hands. "I'll take care of it, kitten. I'll talk to Dastun."
Dorothy took the notice back. "Says here I have to go down to the station and pay it myself." She shrugged her slim shoulders. "Oh well. I don't mind."
Roger sighed. "At least let me drive you."
The biodroid giggled. "In the offending vehicle?"
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It was early Wednesday morning. Dorothy had already left for class. Kirei was going through the morning mail when she noticed an official-looking letter for "Miss Dorothy Waynewright." The pre-printed return address was for the M.P.H.Q.
Concerned, she put it with the rest of the mail addressed to Roger. If Dorothy was in some sort of trouble, he would know what to do.
Well aware that the negotiator hated waking alone, she brought the mail into his bedroom and placed it on the nighttable beside him. She then stripped down to her underwear and slipped into bed beside him.
Smith, not quite awake, turned to face her. He cuddled her close, happy to have an armful of half-naked shewolf to keep him warm. "What are you doing here, Snowy?" he sleepily teased her. "It's not your turn til tomorrow." He tickled her neck with his lips.
Kirei giggled. "I brought your mail...there's something important about Dorothy..." Roger kissed her mouth, breaking her train of thought..."and, uhmmm, I wanted to know what you wanted for breakfast, love."
Roger kissed her again and began to undress her. "I think I'll have YOU for breakfast, little one..."
Later, with Kirei happily worn out beside him, Roger started to go through his mail. He found the letter addressed to Dorothy.
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Roger came out into the living room, holding a letter. "Poppet, did you take the Griffon out again?"
Dorothy thoughtfully chewed a mouthful of doughnut. "Whom, meem?" she mumbled around the treat. She took the paper from him and saw that one of the many cameras newly installed by the DOT on traffic lights had caught the Griffon going through a red light.
"Oh, darn," she muttered, embarrassed. She swallowed the bit of doughnut. "I guess I ran a red light when I went to the mall to look for that catsuit."
Roger shook his head and plucked the letter from her dainty hands. "I'll take care of it, kitten. I'll talk to Dastun."
Dorothy took the notice back. "Says here I have to go down to the station and pay it myself." She shrugged her slim shoulders. "Oh well. I don't mind."
Roger sighed. "At least let me drive you."
The biodroid giggled. "In the offending vehicle?"