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‘You know it’s still not to late to flee back to the, eer, how did your mother put it, ‘My rape dungeon?’ and claim you were detained.’ Nera grimaced a in her best effort to smile.
‘No.’ Amenii grimaced back, waiting for the inevitable meeting that had been set in motion. ‘My mother will just have to deal with you, and you with her. Just promise me you won’t try and eat her, or anything rash.’

Snorting, Nera shook her head in complacent not commitment. ‘No promises.’

‘Look, she’s just a little worried about me… and you. Together.’

Another snort.

‘And, and, after you decided to pull that little stunt while I was on the phone, she’s convinced you’re a salivating predator. Consider this your opportunity to prove her wrong.’

‘Is that why she forgot to send me an invitation?’ Nera scowled. ‘Or was that just her way of saying how much she approves of any species that doesn’t live on greens?’

‘That’s not fair.’ Amenii folded her arms in disproval. ‘She’s just worried is all.’

‘And, all the stories you’ve told me?’ Nera folded her own arms over her restrained chest. At Amenii’s request she had wrapped her ample breasts in an attempt to be a little more modest. ‘Shouldn’t you be wearing your veil?’

Looking more cross than before, Amenii had to resist the urge to punch Nera right then and there. ‘I told you, I’m only going so far to appease my mother. She’s going to have to live with that. Just let me do the talking and we’ll get through this.’

‘Right.’ Nera muttered, heaving a sigh of muted frustration. ‘I just hope she’s more receptive in person. Ga! I can feel the bandages ripping already.’

‘Ack!’ Amenii motioned for Nera to bend over so she could attach a few more safety pins. Reaching inside Nera’s bosom, Amenii began securing the strained wrappings. ‘Okay, we just have to do this quickly the last thing we need is –‘

The front door opened.

‘Oh…I Mom. Uh… Happy Thanks Giving…’