Flat cats…
“Blergh.” “You okay love?” asks David solicitously. “Heat. Blergh. Sticky. Thighs… chafing…” “But you’re not even moving – your thighs can’t be chafing if you’re not moving.” “You’d think that would be the case, wouldn’t you? It’s because I’m just thinking of moving. My thighs, they know that I’m thinking of moving, and they’ve already…