C21 Enjoys it

Hycinth

The perky, blonde shewolf walked in like she owned the place, nose high in the air, ignoring me completely. And then suggested she put away my new clothing in drawers which she already knew were empty-how did she know that? Was she so familiar with every damned drawer in his closet that she knew what was, and wasn't, contained in each of them? The answer appeared to be yes.

I fumed