"Kitty," I say, in Danika's country drawl, and stroke his hair like a cat. "Quite a big one."
"I would match you better now," he says, and I smile.
"Yes, I suppose so. In town they think I'm a nice farm girl who looks after her mother." I grin at him. "But you liked me like this in your old body. You played at forcing this body, once. A wicked older man and the pretty young virgin." It does not have the same sting as some of Brant's bodily memories do, and so I can smile at him quite sweetly as I recall it. "But you did always seem to want me, whatever body I wore. I think Brant was your favourite." Which is why I burned him, of course.
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"Kitty," I say, in Danika's country drawl, and stroke his hair like a cat. "Quite a big one."
"I would match you better now," he says, and I smile.
"Yes, I suppose so. In town they think I'm a nice farm girl who looks after her mother." I grin at him. "But you liked me like this in your old body. You played at forcing this body, once. A wicked older man and the pretty young virgin." It does not have the same sting as some of Brant's bodily memories do, and so I can smile at him quite sweetly as I recall it. "But you did always seem to want me, whatever body I wore. I think Brant was your favourite." Which is why I burned him, of course.