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What price, curiosity. Part 2 Oblivion

... down the hall, wincing as she narrowly avoided stepping on the cat’s tail. Tom dropped to one knee scooping, Smiggles up in one large hand, smoothing the agitated cat with long, slow strokes. “Why not?” Paris stopped mid twirl, propping her hip against the wall as she slipped the spoon between her lips, her tongue licked a morsel of fudge from the plastic as her eyes dropped to Smiggles. The normally antisocial cat rumbled like a hotted up roadster, her eyes closed in bliss as Tom’s fingers trailed down her arched spine. Paris shook her head; apparently even females of the feline persuasion were susceptible to the man's charismatic charm. Tom shrugged, “I don’t know. No one’s caught my interest?” With a quick smirk, Paris answered back, “More like you’ve run out of girls. I’m pretty sure you’ve hit just about every available woman in town.” She wiggled her eyebrows saucily, “And some not so available.” Uncomfortable, Tom just shrugged. “ I don’t know, Paris, they’re just…” His voice trailed off uncertainly. “I don’t know…boring?” “Don’t worry, Stud. I believe that Lucy’s cousin, Ashley, she’s going to be one of the bridesmaids at the wedding, is single and I’ve been told she has a lovely sense of humour.” Tom searched Paris’s serene face for a trace of sarcasm, but she blithely stared him down as her small, pink tongue repeatedly lapped at the dollop of ice-cream that clung to the tip of the spoon. “Great, just what I need,” muttered Tom, placing a comatose Smiggles onto the ...

... couch. When his hands were cat free he made little quotation marks in the air, “A great sense of humour. I bet her tits are like fried eggs and what curves she has, resemble a surf board. Whatever happened to hips an’ arse! What is it with women and being skinny? Nothing worse than knockin’ ugly bits with a bag of bones. A man likes some cushioning. Ya’ know?” Paris’ eyes widened and her breath rasped on a choking breath as she listened to Tom malign the poor absent Ashley. She tried biting the insides of her cheeks to stop from laughing at the petulant look on her friends face, but her snorted laugh couldn’t be contained. Ignoring his bad mood Paris ruffled his hair with her fingertips. “Don’t sulk, Tommykins. I’ll tell you what, give me 5 minutes. I’ll jump in the shower and then I’ll take you down to Scarlet’s. My shout. What do you say?” “Scarlets?” Tom’s hopeful expression resembled that of an overexcited golden retriever. “Excellent. I challenge you to a ‘chicken wing’ eat off, loser pays!” Paris scampered up the stairs, legs flying as she took them two at a time. She laughed as Tom called out, “And that includes chocolate mousse. That’s covered too, right? And beer, can’t forget the beeeer.” Paris smile widened, she never could resist a happy Thomas. ::~:::~:: Paris staggered under the heavy weight of a very drunk Thomas. His arm was flung over her shoulder and their hips bumped occasionally as she maneuvered them down the street. A taxi slowed and Paris contemplated ...