The Beginning ~

It was the morning after the party and Lorraine was having a hard time getting motivated to clean the house. Ever since she had written her poor husband out of the country, she had had a multitude of requests for stories including trips, money and certain favors including tall dark, brooding men with beautiful green eyes. She was trying desperately to keep up with the requests...but she knew, without help, she wasn’t going to have time to get to them all!

Michael hadn’t been leaving her alone either. He had been merciless, asking her constantly for intel on the whereabouts of each writer on the board. And he was becoming more and more insistent.

His newest area of interest was Enjoue’, which frankly, paralleled her own. It had been the reason for the party in fact. In all fairness, the party had been Kate’s idea. But since Lorriane’s house was the cleanest...(after borrowing Zzoo’s laundry cart, she had finally gotten all the laundry done)... she had ended up hosting.

Lorraine nudged an exhausted lurker with one bunny slippered toe... "Um..excuse me...but could you not drool on the throw pillow’s? They were a gift from Mother Maddy."

The silent lurker rolled over and looked up at the flannel covered hostess with the mostest, and opened her mouth to say something. Nothing came out of course...silent lurkers don’t have voices you can actually hear... If you listen really hard, you can sometimes hear the echo of laughter...but you never hear it for long.

Lorraine shook her head in sadness and patted the silent girl’s head gently. "One day you will understand, replying isn’t hard... you just have to say "thank you" or "I really enjoyed your story" it’s not hard and it doesn’t hurt a bit!" The silent lurker tried once again to speak, but failed and gave up...curling into a ball once again to practice.

Catsma had the couch to herself, it had been a long arm wrestling battle with Ranma for the couch the night before and now she was enjoying her well earned sleep. Catsma was mewing softly at a wonderful dream she was having. Every once in awhile she would call out Michael’s name in conjunction with a body part and then purr...

Lorraine giggled..."Even her dreams are rated NC-17!!"

Catsma bolted upright from her wicked dream of Michael in a shower...(oh to be a bar of soap)... "YE GADS!! Coffee!! I smell coffee! gimme gimme gimme!!! " She jumped off the couch, narrowly missing the lurker who was still trying to figure out how to talk... and headed for the kitchen..only to find...Norma!

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