"Good Morning Moon Lake! It's Thursday, October 22, and among our headlines this morning—" began the radio announcer, before a paw reached over and turned off the clock radio.
"You're definitely not a morning person, are you Samantha?" asked her wife Frances Twist, laying on her side and staring at her mate with a smile on her muzzle as a finger teased the fur on Samantha's arm.
"No," agreed Samantha, "but I am the kind of person who loves laying in bed making love to her beautiful wife," she added, before putting her arms around Frances and dragging her into a passionate kiss.
The two lesbian werecats continued their embrace, as they started teasing each other with hardened nipples and lapping tongues, until Samantha's cellphone rang.
Disappointed that she couldn't continue her breakfast in bed, Samantha angrily picked up the phone and bluntly said, "Yes."
A moment later, Samantha asked: "Do you need me in early?"
Grateful the response was no, she added, "Then I'll see you later," before hanging up.
Although Frances' acute werecat ears heard every word, she waited until Samantha finished her conversation before asking, "Is everything all right?"
"Martin's mother had some kind of accident, so he's gone off to California to check on her, leaving the deputy mayor in charge until at least Monday," grumbled Samantha, giving Frances a quick kiss before getting out of bed.
"I know you and the deputy mayor don't get along that well," realized Frances, as she turned to get out of bed herself, "but at least there's nothing major happening other than getting ready for Jenny and Harry's wedding, both casually and security wise."
"I know, but still..." said Samantha, looking longingly at Frances, before reluctantly resuming her human form. "What are your plans for today?" she asked her wife, while getting her clothes ready to put on, post shower.
"I was going to keep the fourth out of five court required visits to examine Yvette Smith before making a formal evaluation today, but now I'm thinking I better wait until I can talk to her biological father for myself, before telling her it's her own uncle."
"Any idea how she's going to react to that?"
"None," admitted Frances, yawning and stretching before resuming her human form. "But the lack of a known father figure growing up is probably why she's always been fixated on older men. The 'sugar daddies' when she was working and then men like William Anderson."
"I can at least follow that, if not understand her reasoning. But do you put any stock into her story that's she's reformed and now regretting everything since completing Jenny has suddenly turned her lesbian?"
"I honestly don't know," revealed Frances, shaking her head negatively. "There isn't enough evidence, yet, to either fully support her claim or prove she's lying. But speaking of lesbians, we do have enough time to enjoy a shower together," she told Samantha with a smile, before pulling her into the bathroom.
LATER...
After finishing breakfast, Martha Anderson was preparing to see her family off to their respective schools for the day when the house phone rang.
When she saw "M.L.S.D." on the Caller ID, Martha quickly answered it.
"Mrs. Anderson? This is Superintendent Larry Foote," said the male voice on the other end. "I hope that I haven't caught you at a bad time."
"No sir. Not at all. Do you have a substitute teaching assignment for me today?" asked Martha, hopeful to get some experience, instead of staying home and continuing her studies for recertification.
"I'm afraid not yet," admitted Foote. "Provided all goes well with your recertification, I still have that third grade, full time position available starting next fall, but that's not why I'm calling. When you were here applying for the job, I forgot to mention that all substitute teachers are required to attend the Teachers In Service seminars as well. Can you be at Moon Lake Elementary School by eight o'clock tomorrow morning?"
"Yes sir. No problem. What should I bring with me?"
"Just a note pad, a couple of pens, and a willingness to learn," replied Foote. "The morning is full of educational seminars. How the importance of computers in the classroom is not only growing but starting earlier than first expected, and other topics. You might want to hang around afterward. Get the lay of the land, so to speak, and meet some of the other staff. But since you have no classes of your own, you won't need to stick around to catch up on paperwork and grading after the lunch break, so you'll probably be out of there by 1, 2 o'clock at the latest. Long before school would normally let out for the day."
"That's no problem sir. I'll certainly be there, and thank you," said Martha, before hanging up.
Then she turned to look at her husband and oldest son. "I presume you heard?"
"We did, and it's wonderful," said William, since both he as a werefox, and Nate as a werewolf had good hearing. "And you'll still be home in plenty of time to get ready for our Skulk ceremony tomorrow night too."
"That's great mom, but is that going to affect..." began Nate.
His parents looked at each other, one nodding to the other, before Martha replied. "No son. You can still spend the night, and the long weekend, with your boyfriend. But please let us know once in a while how you're doing, and don't forget you're joining us and Eric for the ceremony tomorrow night. I'm sure Alex can bear being without you for a couple of hours."
"Thanks," happily replied Nate, trying to keep his parents from seeing the bulge in his pants or smelling his arousal over Alex Ramsey, considering his dad and the fact that his mom was a werecat. "But what about Eric?"
"What about me?" asked the youngest Anderson, coming back downstairs with his book bag and ready to go to school.
His mother quickly told him about needing to attend the Teachers In Service at the elementary school tomorrow, to which Eric replied, "That's great mom. You were a fantastic teacher back in Minnesota, and you'll be a wonderful one here too once you're recertified. Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself for a few hours."
"Thanks Eric," said Martha, before hugging him. "Now my men better get going before they're late."
William gave his wife a quick kiss as her sons yelled "Bye mom!" as they went out the front door.
But Eric Anderson couldn't help thinking that instead of hanging around the house by himself during that time, maybe he could go over and see his girlfriend Julie Stovall for awhile, not knowing that happy thoughts of her had momentarily turned his brown eyes deep sea blue again.