The conversation came to a close when the adults realized there was nothing more they could do but stick to their plans, wait, stay alert, and be prepared.
As William started to go upstairs to check on their son Eric and get ready for bed, Martha walked her friends to the door.
"Thank you," said Martha, giving both ladies more than a friendly kiss on the lips.
"You're more than welcome honey," said Frances, as Martha finished kissing Samantha.
"I'll take your advice," began Martha, "about going down to the school district office to see about a teaching position Monday, keeping Eric safe, and other matters. But when this is all over, we will definitely need some time alone to celebrate properly," she added, while briefly assuming her werecat form.
"That is a promise we will keep you to," swore Samantha, as she felt a familiar tingle between her legs.
"Maybe all of us can do lunch tomorrow, including Nate and Ben," Martha hastily added, so her fellow werecats wouldn't get the wrong idea, or the right idea before its time.
"Sure," agreed Frances. "See you tomorrow."
With that, the Twists left the Andersons' front porch and began walking back to their house.
When they were alone on the sidewalk, the first thing Samantha asked her wife was, "Eric Anderson is dating the mayor's daughter?"
"I doubt it's reached that point. They met at school and struck up a friendship," revealed Frances.
"Well, somebody in the Stovall family thinks it is, or at least might become more. I'm sure you overheard the mayor asking me personally to keep Eric safe."
"Yes, I did," said Frances, while briefly tugging on her ear. "So what are you going to do?"
"The best I can, for ALL my family," replied Samantha, as she put her arm around Frances' waist.
"So honey, what would you like to do?" asked Frances, as she put her arm around her wife.
"I don't know. What did you have in mind?" said Samantha in a seductive voice.
"Well, there's a full moon out tonight, it's still kind of warm for early October, and there's this lovely vacant field we haven't been to in a while," answered Frances with a smile on her face.
"I certainly wouldn't turn down any offer to be with you, but can we stay home tonight?" asked Samantha.
"Sure dear, we—" and then Frances stopped in mid-step, sniffed the air, and assumed her werecat form, claws fully extended as her fur bristled.
"What's wrong?" wondered Samantha, as she copied her wife's actions.
Then a shadow separated itself from one of the houses between the Anderson and Twists' residences.
"Evening ladies," said the police dog, with a smile on his muzzle.
"Oh. It's you Sam," said Frances, instantly relaxing. The claws retracted as her fur lost its tension, but she stayed in werecat form.
"Good to see you too sis," said Officer Samson Carter, as he hugged his sister.
"Sam," said Samantha politely. After all, the man was family, by marriage. "Guard duty?"
"I volunteered. That werevixen escaped on my watch," admitted Sam, "and I won't rest until she's back in jail."
"Noble, but don't work too hard. You know what too much stress does to you," said Frances.
"That's my sister. Always looking out for her big brother," said Sam with a smile.
The siblings continued to chat for a few minutes, catching each other up on personal matters and the situation with Yvette the werevixen versus the Andersons. Then Sam said, "I almost forgot. Mom says you have a standing invitation for dinner whenever you can make it."
"Will that include the standard guilt trip about when I will ever be giving her grandchildren?" asked Frances coldly.
"Hey, you know how she is. I keep getting the same crap because I'm too married to my job to settle down," said Sam. "Although the last time I brought Malika over..."
"You're still seeing that were-panthress?" asked Frances.
"Off and on. Guess exotic tastes run in the family," said Sam, while giving Samantha a brief glance. "Well, I better get back to work. Night ladies," as he walked away to resume patrol.
"Night Sam," said the Twists, before finishing the trip back to their place.
Once inside their master bedroom, Samantha and Frances began undressing each other, revealing furry areas ripe for intimate pleasures.
"Your folks still giving you grief about us?" asked Samantha, as she started caressing her wife's breasts while nuzzling her furry neck.
"Sometimes," revealed Frances, as she started caressing the moist area between her mate's legs. "I think they might have mellowed out over the years about me being a werecat when the rest of them are all weredogs, and they don't talk about my... personal preferences any more. But the lack of grand kids is still an issue."
Samantha suddenly stopped what she was doing and stared Frances directly. "Does it bother you sometimes that..."
"HELL NO!" said Frances, before pushing her wife on to their bed, squatting in between her knees, and licking Samantha's furry vagina to a huge orgasm.
When she looked up again and licked her lips seductively, Frances asked, "How does your week look?"
"Other than this mess with Yvette?" said Samantha, as she flipped Frances over on to her back and began rubbing the moist areas between their legs together. "I have to welcome a new family into the community on Monday*, and there are various meeting throughout the week, but other than protecting our extended family, there's no place more important I have to be than right here with you," she said, bending down to lick Frances' nipples until both ladies thrusted their way to a mutually satisfying orgasm.
After that, all the worries of the outside world were forgotten until the lesbian werecats fell asleep in each other's arms after some strenuous enjoyment of each other's company.