"Good Morning Moon Lake! This is radio station KMLC, Moon Lake College Radio. A beautiful morning if you like snow. No additional precipitation is anticipated in the forecast for today, but alas we cannot rule out the weekend just yet, with temperatures and conditions making more snow possible between Saturday night and Sunday morning. Meanwhile..."
"Good morning honey," said Frances Twist, as she kissed her wife.
"Hello my love," purred Samantha Twist, returning the romantic gesture.
The two married lesbian werecats were in their customary position, snuggled together in bed like litter mates. "Did you sleep well?" Samantha asked her wife, as both ladies yawned and stretched.
"As well as can be expected. You?"
"I guess. Listen, with everything going on with your relatives, there's something else we need to talk about," said Samantha, wrapping her arms lovingly around Frances, wondering how to broach the subject.
"Oh? What?"
Then Samantha told Frances about the visit from Andrew Curtis and the revelation that Martin Stovall would be stepping down as Mayor of Moon Lake to become the new were-merman representative on the Elders' Council when Curtis retired.
"REALLY?" was all Frances could say. "When?"
"Right now I only have Curtis' word on all of this, since I've had little chance to talk to Martin this week because of Julie's legal matters," began Samantha. "Best I can figure out, Martin will step down after the first of the year at the latest, but doesn't take over for Curtis until after any outstanding matters the Council still has with Benton Knight are resolved."
"Without breaking doctor/patient confidentiality, Benton has to prove 30 days of consistent mental stability before the Council will allow him to resume traveling outside of Moon Lake's town limits, so unless there's more going on between him and the Council than I'm aware of, I expect our mayor will probably be joining the Elders by the end of January. But does that mean..."
"Yep. I'll be Mayor Pro-Tem until the regular election next November, unless I decide to run for the office myself."
"So, should I congratulate you or..."
"I don't know," admitted Samantha, holding Frances closer. "I'm happy as I am as Town Chancellor, and I always ran as an Independent for the position. I never wanted Martin's job. Not sure I do now."
"Well, you've filled in for him before when Martin was unavailable," pointed out Frances.
"Some days were easy. Others a pain in the ass. All that in fighting between the two parties vying for power. People always wanting to curry political favor. I don't see how Martin ever dealt with it all."
"Well, you told me the only weakness Martin Stovall ever had in office was never being able to keep it in his pants, and you don't have to worry about that. You've got me," said Frances, snuggling up against her wife.
"I know, but whether or not I decide to run for the office, there's still the Benton Knights of the world to deal with," pointed out Samantha.
"The man will still have his rough edges, but he is trying to become a better person. Yet right now, who knows about this besides us, Curtis, his family, and the Stovalls?" wondered Frances.
"The higher echelon of the Elders' Council for sure. I'm going to wait until it's closer to actually happening to tell Ben. Beyond that?" and Samantha's only answer to her own question was a shoulder shrug.
"Well, we've had some trying times of late, especially dealing with my family," began Frances, moving to stare deeply into her wife's beautiful feline eyes, "but we've always been there for each other and we always will, Madame Mayor," she said, before kissing Samantha again.
MEANWHILE...
Were-otter Brian Walker had mixed feelings about hearing KMLC on the clock radio. The announcement of DJ Woof being fired at KPXX was the second worst piece of news he heard yesterday, after word of Julie Stovall escaping justice on a technicality.
Well, there's no way Julie can escape the Elders' Council, and Crazy Crabby Camellia is supposed to be back soon, if mom would ever let me listen to KPXX. he mused.
But thinking of his mother reminded Brian of two things.
1. He had to go directly from school to the Elders' Council building to help clean up and wherever else he could pitch in as part of both his punishment and new part time job. Andrew Curtis would be his supervisor upon arrival.
And 2: 'Betty' had texted him again on his new, secret cellphone that he bought and his mother was currently unaware of.
HEY OTTER BOY! HORNY AS HELL AND DESPERATELY NEED YOU TO SCRATCH MY ITCH AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE! WILL BE IN MOON LAKE FRIDAY EVENING THROUGH SUNDAY AFTERNOON. WILL TEXT YOU HOTEL ROOM NUMBER AFTER ARRIVAL. PLEASE COME SO I CAN CUM, AND CUM, AND CUM...
Man, she's a hot one, Brian thought, tempted to go solo again like he did last night after receiving the text and thinking about the horny werecat.
Mom will be at the diner all of Friday night, so it will just be a question of how long I'm stuck at the Elders', he thought. His secret cellphone was still in its hiding place. He didn't dare text back until he knew his schedule tomorrow, so wouldn't take it to school with him today.
With that, he defurred and got ready to face another day.
AND ELSEWHERE IN MOON LAKE...
"Benton, do you smell smoke?" Amanda Knight asked her husband.
"DAMN IT! The toast never popped up!" cursed Benton Knight. "Anyone for charcoal?"