Pizza just arrived at the Knight estate. Not knowing how hearty of an appetite Benton’s daughter and her friends have; he pays for three extra-large meat lovers pizzas. Taking them to the dining room where his wife was doing her best to remain civil with Anton and Esmerelda; Benton called for Frieda, Eric and Spencer to the dining room. Minutes later Frieda enters with a smile on her were-panthress lips; followed by Spencer. But seeing Eric and his flaccid were-panther member slowly retreating back into his sheathe; Benton and Amanda knew what the three just did.
“Could you not have waited until after supper,” Benton looking at the three still enjoying their respective afterglows.
“Oh leave them be,” Anton chuckling; “besides, your daughter makes the cutest yowling sounds when climaxing.”
“What,” Benton and Amanda shout in unison.
“Well I thought she did, ”Esmerelda grinning while grabbing a slice of pizza with her sliver furred paw. I may be a hundred and seventy five, but I’m not deaf; I heard their act.”
“And just were exactly did you three have your little fun,” Benton looking shocked.
Frieda grins as she grabs a slice of pizza; “same place Eric was made into a were-panther, the upstairs day-room.”
Anton and Esmerelda chuckle while Benton and Amanda look on sourly.
“At least they didn’t do it on the Persian rug in the living room,” Amanda grumbles.
“You mean the fake one,” Frieda munching on her pizza; “the one that say made in Egypt?”
“It does not say that,” Benton looking stern.
“Yes it does father,” Frieda answering; “it says so right on the tag. Check it out if you don’t believe me.”
“Plus,” Anton laughing; “real Persian rugs don’t have tags on them.”
“Just eat your pizza,” Benton grumbling at the thought of being scammed over a few thousand dollars regarding carpet.
“So where is Lance at,” Esmerelda speaking up; “shouldn’t he be here now?”
“Let me call him,” Benton sighing; “I’ll find out what is keeping him.”
Benton leaves the dining room as places a call; Frieda looks to her mother and asks her a question.
“Are you going to go furry, or are you going to be a stick in the mud?”
“Excuse me,” Amanda looking at her daughter; “what did you just say?”
“Oh Amanda,” Anton shaking his head; “shift into your fursona, lets yourself go for a change.”
“Betcha a pizza slice,” Frieda speaking; “dad goes furry before he comes back in.”
“You’re on,” Anton chuckling.
Amanda rolls her eyes as she effortlessly removes her shoes and shifts into her black furred were-pantheress fursona; “I swear, you act more immature as you get older.”
“It’s called enjoying retirement,” Anton grinning through his were-panther muzzle; “plenty of time to make up for missed fun.” Placing a paw on Esmeralda thigh and slowly making his way to her furry snatch.
“Now now,” Esmeralda grinning while removing Anton’s paw; “there will be time for that later. But first, let’s wait and see what Benton has to say regarding Lance.”
Moments later Benton comes back into the dining room looking amused and bemused.
“Well I just talked to Lance. You won’t believe what just happened.”
“What,” Anton speaking; “but first, Frieda you owe me a slice. Your father didn’t go furry before coming back in.”
“Okay,” Benton ignoring his father’s bizarre comment to Frieda; “Julie Stovall was captured in Seattle.”
Eric, Spencer and Frieda looked surprised and pleased at that remark. Benton holding up a hand demanding silence before he continues.
“However the Luna Brotherhood, “Benton shaking his head while grabbing another slice of pizza; “allowed her to escape while murdering an accomplice who was only guilty of giving the child a ride to Seattle.”
“You got to be serious,” Amanda looking shocked; “the minnow managed to swim away from a pack of werewolves?”
“Oh it gets better,” Benton shaking his head; “Julie’s accomplice, was Alyssa Cooper. The sheriff’s cousin. And he wants blood. Tachibana has a spy in the pack hunting Julie Stovall and secretly recorded Alyssa’s murder. Let’s just say the Alpha was not pleased with the carpet being pull out from under him.”
“So when is Lance coming over,” Anton asking.
“From the way things are going at the council building,” Benton shifting into his were-panther fursona; “not until tomorrow evening.” Looking at the children, “the were alert may still be up an active, but that doesn’t mean school will be cancelled. So you three will not be staying up super late like you did Tuesday.”
“No going outside,” Amanda speaking; “I want you three inside were we can keep an eye and ear on you.”
“You might regret that last bit mother,” Frieda grinning; “Spencer and myself can be quite noisy with our love making.”
“Not a word from you two,” Benton looking at his parents grinning ear to ear; “not a word.”
“May we be excused then,” Frieda grinning; “I’m sure you have lots to talk to grandma and grandpa about.”
“Really,” Benton looking at Frieda; “and what do you think we are going to talk about?”
“Your bi-polar disorder,” Frieda looking serious; “and other matters.”
“Fine,” Benton looking exasperated; “but keep what disgusting acts you three are about to do on the quiet level.
“No promises,” Frieda laughing as both Eric and Spencer quickly run after her as they run upstairs to Frieda’s bedroom.