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.So out of practice. I have to watchmy boyish figure.He got a sly grin and twinkling chocolate eyes. I ve been watching your boyishfigure all evening and find it quite delicious with or without dessert.62 Tara LainFlattery.How lovely. You re very kind.I think I will pass on dessert.Moran leaned back in his chair. Would you like to go to a club? Or a lounge, foran after-dinner drink?Ah, perhaps time for a test. No, thank you.I m a bit tired.I think it s time to gohome.The full lips smiled. Then may I walk you to the valet?Son of a bitch.Passed.If the man had made a quip about whose home, or pushedto continue the evening, Killian would have been uneasy.As it was, Moran had passedwith flying colors. Actually, I parked at a small private lot down the block. Ah, let me escort you.On the short walk, Moran gently twined his fingers with Killian s.Pleasant.Al stail swishing against his cheek, however, was a pain in the butt.When they got to Killian s car, he unlocked the door, and Moran opened it forhim.Killian untangled Aloysius from his neck and tossed the feline in the vehicle. Mrawr.Moran grinned. He doesn t seem to like you being in charge.Killian glanced in at the staring, crossed blue eyes. The jury is still out on the in-charge business. Perhaps even cats enjoy being shown who is boss. Perhaps.Moran reached up a finger and touched Killian s cheek, a gesture unfortunatelyreminiscent of one sexy physics professor.But maybe it was good to see that there wereother romantics in the world.Moran smiled as he gazed into Killian s eyes. May I? Hemoved his lips very slowly toward Killian s.Their lips touched.What did he notice? Nothing.No flash, no spark.The soft lipspressed harder, and a warm tongue slipped between Killian s lips.Okay, some wiggle inthe cock for that one.Killian opened his mouth wider, and Moran took advantage,The Aloysius Tales: Spell Cat 63pressing in deep.Yes, very nice.Killian felt Moran s fingers start to untwist the tie in hishair.He pulled away.His hair was personal to him.Not everyone got to play with it.Moran tensed for a second, then ended the kiss and stepped back. Thank you forthe most delightful evening I ve had in a very long time.I sincerely hope we can do itagain. I d like that. Hmm.It was true.While this wasn t the fireworks he thoughtmight be involved with true love, there was a solid chance that Moran Inglesby was theone.* * * *Jimmy shuddered.He didn t really want to know, but what the fuck, the suspensewas killing him.He sat on the threadbare rug that covered battered hardwood floors inhis one-room apartment over the garage.He stared at the objects he d found around thetrash cans outside.He d added a few of his own possessions, and they were all spreadout around him on the floor.A couple kids jacks, three playing cards, a rock, and justbecause he loved the old Matrix films, a spoon.He laughed.Stupid to be nervous.Heeither could do it, or he couldn t, and he didn t know which was worse.Deep breath.He stretched out a hand and focused his mind on one of the jacks.Itrolled over and bumped the one beside it.Shit! Did he do that? Could have beencoincidence.Another breath.Start again.He again stretched out a hand at the playing card.Nothing.Well, what did heexpect? He shrugged.He d kind of expected it to rise up.The card fluttered and roseseveral inches into the air.Shit! It fell back down.Yes, he had made that happen.Whenhe d made up his mind what he wanted it to do, the card had done it.This time, nohand.He just thought about the card rising, and sure enough, it rose.Then he triedfocusing on the second card while not losing the first.Wobbly, but he got the secondone in the air while keeping the first one flying.Double shit! The cards fell.His hands were trembling.The jury was voting.About to render a decision.Okay,might as well go all the way.What was the biggest challenge? The rock.A good chunky64 Tara Lainrock, weighing a couple pounds.Could he do that? Good grief.What did he think? Thathis mind had muscles? He focused on the rock, kind of saw it flying.Shit! Bam.Thething rose up so fast, it bounced off the ceiling.Yikes.A guy could get hurt.Yeah, inmore ways than one.He carefully  thought the rock back to the carpet.As a pièce de résistance, he picked up the stainless-steel teaspoon.He stared at it.There is no spoon.The object that had been solid metal an instant before melted like somuch silly putty.Christ! He dropped it, and it instantly returned to normal.Dear God,I m Neo.He stared at his hands.Just great.His girlfriend s father already hated him.Howwould he tell his parents? Jesus, how would he tell himself? The verdict was rendered.Jimmy Janx, physicist, was a freakin freak.The Aloysius Tales: Spell Cat 65Chapter Eight Damn it, Al.Will you get ready to go? Sigh.Yes, he was talking to his familiaragain.A sure sign of desperate loneliness.Talking to animals.Aloysius was stretched infront of the small fireplace as if he had nowhere he had to be.Oh hell, he d go withoutthe damned cat.He d seen Moran twice in the last two days, and the man had beennothing but charming, kind, and gracious.Aloysius, however, refused to give him alook, much less a lick.At this point, Killian was ready to declare Moran the lover andget on with it.They could only really be together for a week and a half, so he had notime to waste.It wasn t what he had expected from true love.No fireworks.Not like&He grabbed his mind back from its lustful wanderings.That was the exact reason hehad to get things going with Moran.Thoughts of that damned human consumed him.Night.Day [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]