The days following this encounter was a strain. I could not look at her without recalling her scent, her perfect body form, her response and I knew if something was not done soon, I was going to go insane. I had been on heat a few times but with Millicent, I always found it impossible to control myself.

'Sylvester', she had said the next day. 'We need to talk!'

'About what?' I asked, raising a brow as though I did not care for that.

'About last night!' she said. 'There's no use acting as though ...