A mature couple, a Bobcat, a young woman with a past

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A mature couple, a Bobcat, a young woman with a past, The first time I saw her she was walking a bobcat down the sidewalk. I was spreading mulch around the rose bushes in the yard, and I heard someone walking down the sidewalk. I looked up and saw the bobcat. I was somewhat startled, to say the least, and prepared to flee for my life. Then I noticed her. Something was wrong with this picture. First, you just don’t walk any kind of cat. They don’t cooperate like that. Second, you don’t walk bobcats: you run away if they don’t run away from you.

It had a little harness on and a leash was attached to the top of the harness. It was walking along quite happily, stopping to smell things occasionally. Attached to the other end of the leash was a dusky goddess. God, she was gorgeous. She was tall and slender, but very muscular. She must have been close to six feet. Her long, creamy brown legs went from red athletic shoes about a mile upward to the bottom of white shorts that were about mid-thigh. You could see the muscles flexing in her calves and thighs. She had on a t-shirt with some cartoon figure on it and it swept in from slender hips to what looked like about a 24-inch waist. It flared upward to some very nice looking breasts. They weren’t huge, but they certainly weren’t small. They were perfectly proportioned for her body, very high and firm. My eyes made it up past those breasts and my breath caught in my throat. One of the most beautiful faces I’d ever seen sat on a long, graceful neck. Her lips were full, almost puffy and her mouth was maybe a little too wide for classic beauty. Her chin was little and pointed, and her jawline was strong. Her nose was little, and not very wide. The jawline swept upward to high cheekbones; her cheeks were a little hollow and her eyes were amazing. They were huge, almond shaped and a soft brown. I was close enough that I could see green and gold flecks in them.

She had pounds of curls, reaching down to the middle of her back and standing up in studied disorder around her head. They were a glossy black and there was a strand of brown or red here and there. I was stunned. This was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen! What was she doing walking down my sidewalk, and what was she doing with a bobcat?

I found my voice. “Hi,” I said. “New to the neighborhood?” I know, brilliant conversation, right?

She noticed me and smiled shyly. It was dazzling in its radiance. That smile lit her up like a beacon and told me everything I later found out about her character. She was beautiful, a little hesitant, innocent and confident, all at the same time.

“Hi,” she said. Her voice was as beautiful as the rest of her, low, husky and musical in a way that made you want to hear her speak some more. “Yes, I just bought a house on the other side of the block.”

“Do you raise bobcats?” I asked.

She laughed and I wanted to make her do it again. “He isn’t a bobcat,” she said. “He’s a Pixie Bob. He does look like a bobcat, though, doesn’t he?”

“Does he like to be petted?” I asked.

“Sometimes, if he likes you,” she said.

“Can I give it a try?” I asked. “He’s so cute! He won’t kill me, will he?” She laughed and I came and knelt down in the grass. He looked me over for a few seconds and apparently decided I needed investigating. He came over and rubbed against me. I scratched his cheeks and he began to rumble, his purr sounding more like a threat.

“What’s his name?” I asked.

“He doesn’t really have one,” she said. “He’s never seemed to want one. We just call him Cat.”

I laughed. “Well, he certainly is a lot of that.” He was panting in the summer heat. “He looks thirsty,” I said. “Should we give him a drink?”

“If you don’t mind,” she said.

“Wait here,” I told her. I went and got a little plastic bucket off the deck, filled it with water from the hose and brought it to the sidewalk. He was lying in the grass, panting, and I set the bucket down by him. He stood up and began to drink.

“I’m Kara,” I told her. “Welcome to the neighborhood.” I stuck my hand out. She shook it with a firm grip.

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