"Now that we have that settled and know that Julie's future is safe and sound, what about ours?" wondered Melissa Stovall, as she snuggled next to her husband.
"What do you mean?" asked Martin Stovall in return, while putting an arm lovingly around his wife. "I obviously haven't had a chance to check on it since I left for California to visit my mother, but as far as I know our stock portfolio is secured."
"That's not what I mean, silly," replied Melissa, nuzzling his neck while running a hand across his chest. "Julie won't be home from school for a few hours yet, I've been without my loving merman for over 3 days, and I'm not wearing anything underneath this dress," she revealed, kicking off her shoes before switching to her Stage 2 form, as webbing formed between her fingers as scales covered her legs and her feet became flippers.
"OH!" exclaimed Martin, finally getting the idea. "Our bed or the pool?"
"Surprise me," she replied, reaching down to fondle the hardening cock trapped within her husband's pants as she began passionately kissing him.
MEANWHILE...
Representatives from the Moon Lake Police Department, town government, and Tachibana Industries were still gathered within an office of the town hall, discussing the situation concerning Dieter Wilhelm determined to prevent the Jenny Harper-Harry Jenkins wedding scheduled to take place that Saturday and claim the bride-to-be as his in regards to how to stop him without risking Moon Lake's were secrets, when an ominous sound was heard coming from Yamato Tachibana's briefcase.
"What is that?" asked Police Chief O'Hara, as Yamato opened his attache.
"The dead man's cellphone. I've been studying it since his demise in case it could provide us with any additional information," revealed Yamato, as he placed it on the table for all to see.
Flipping it open, its display announced an incoming text message.
BOSS SENT ME TO HELP YOU SOLVE HIS PROBLEMS. WHERE DO WE MEET?
Before anyone could ask "What do we do?", Chief O'Hara's cellphone rang.
After answering it, he told the others gathered in the room, "The current surveillance team reports that other suspect just left his hotel room."
ELSEWHERE...
Martha Anderson had a lovely walk across Moon Lake to the local K-mart, bordering the opposite road (the one without the Moon Lake Hotel and Wendy's) that skirted the town borders on its way to other parts of Washington state.*
Now being a bi-sexual werecat, Martha was amazed that she wasn't the least bit tired from the miles long trek, let alone hadn't even worked up a decent sweat. Guess a were's stamina is good for more than just sex, she mused, grabbing a shopping cart before heading off to ladies' apparel.
She had to buy clothes appropriate to being a girls' gym coach, even if it was only for a few days of substitute teaching, but couldn't help stopping to look at the more fanciful dresses. Before moving to Moon Lake, I wouldn't have given a second thought to wearing something like that, thought Martha, staring at a sleeveless red dress with a tight waist that would do everything it could to accent the occupant's curvy body and bosom, but now... she added, subconsciously moving one hand across her own shapely form, which had greatly improved since joining were society.
No. I'm here for gym clothes, she thought, shaking her head negatively. Besides, the moment William, Samantha, Frances, or Dawn** saw me in that, I wouldn't be wearing it for very long anyway, as a smile crossed Martha's face.
With that, Martha resolved herself to carry out her original shopping mission and soon started looking over her options for gym clothing.
Having always been a pratical shopper, within 15 minutes there were a couple of choice items in her cart that would be perfect for gym classes that she could also wear on other occasions; when she heard a voice cry out, "Martha? Martha Anderson. Is that you?"
Martha turned and saw...
(options below)
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*Two roads border Moon Lake. The one with the hotel and Wendy's eventually leads to Seattle, the other to other parts of the state.
*Her husband, her lesbian next door neighbors, and another friend/lover, respectively.—tmw.