As the title family of this story line worked on what would eventually become Moe's Pizza: Moon Lake; each had their own tasks, although their minds were not totally focused on everything they were supposed to be doing.
Karen Charleston was doing basically what amounted to busy work: cleaning where she could while her parents tackled the main chores, despite the fact that everything would have to be thoroughly cleaned again before the new pizzeria was inspected for its operations licenses and permits.
Yet, while she polished table tops and washed windows, Karen couldn't help thinking of what her life would be like once she became the family were.
Every once in a while she stopped to stare at her hands and pictured them as paws. Granted, she wasn't sure exactly which feline she would join were society as yet, but Karen also couldn't help swaying her hips a little more when she walked about, as if swishing her future tail.
There was also one other thought that kept crossing her mind.
As a weredog, would Peter like me as a feline?
Her father, Moe Charleston, was busy using his wife's laptop computer to check out pizza ovens online and trying to search the Internet for west coast suppliers for his pizza ingredients, yet often his eyes strayed over to glance at Nichole.
She was busy inspecting every nook and cranny of the future pizza parlor, writing down various notes and measurements as she went.
The thought of seeing Nichole bent over, innocently(?) shaking her rear at him...
Moe couldn't help but wonder when the two of them might have a chance to be intimate again.
Perhaps I can send Karen out to get something. Then we'd at least have a chance at a quickie.
But whenever Moe thought of having sex with his wife lately, he was uncertain why he pictured Nichole with fur all over her body.
He wasn't sure what animal/were she was.
Yet the thought of Nichole's furry legs wrapped around his, urging his hard manhood even deeper into her fur covered chalice of pleasure as her furry arms locked around him, his hands caressing her fur covered breasts as he suckled greedily from their hard nipples...
The daydreams of Karen and Moe were interrupted by Nichole screaming!
"What is it honey?" Moe asked, rushing to her side.
As the closest, he reached her before Karen did.
"A mouse. In there!" replied Nichole, pointing to the lower cabinet door she left open.
"It's okay sweetheart," said Moe, affectionately wrapping his arms around her.
Curious, Karen took the small penlight her mother was using and got down on the floor to look inside the cabinet for herself.
"There's a small hole in the rear of this thing," she announced.
"Can you tell how old it is?" Moe asked.
"Not for sure," was Karen's answer a moment later, "although there is still debris on the other side, as if they gnawed through from whatever is behind this wall."
"Well, there's another expense we'll have to adjust our budget for," realized her father, thinking of the potential exterminator costs.
When I become a were, my feline form will certainly be able to hunt rodents and help mom and dad out with the pest control, but I wonder if I'll develop a taste for them too?
MEANWHILE...
"You want me to go out and get us something to eat?" Marcus Gamboni asked.
"If you can do so without arousing any suspicion or getting caught," replied Vito Gamboni, referring to the man's stupid mistake of killing a park ranger, which brought the heat down on them.
The two of them had been holed up in their cheap motel room laying low while making their plans for attacking the Charlestons in Moon Lake and taking care of business once and for all.
"Sure thing. What would you like?" asked Marcus.
Moments later, Marcus started to walk out the motel room door, but quickly dashed back inside and closed it behind him.
"What's the matter? Forget something?" Vito asked.
"Cops!" was Marcus' one word answer as he locked the door.
Both men scrambled to the room's only window.
The blinds were closed, but each took one side and peered out through the small spaces between slats.
They saw one police car, its officers getting out as a man raced toward them.
Another police car was coming into the motel's parking lot behind the first.
"What do we do?" Marcus asked.
"Whatever we have to, when necessary," was Vito's only response, as he checked the readiness of his gun.
OUTSIDE...
"Thank God you officers got here when you did," said the motel manager on duty, as he approached the first responders.
"You said there was a disturbance sir?" asked the officer getting out from behind the steering wheel of the lead car.
"Yes. Whether they're drunk, high, or just angry with each other; the couple in Room 107 have been arguing louder and louder to the point where the neighboring guests on either side of 107 started complaining. Which is why I called you folks," replied the manager on duty while pointing to Room 107, which was two doors to the LEFT of where the Gambonis were!
TO BE CONTINUED...