“I really don’t like it when you say crap like that, because it usually means something bad, or ugly, or evil beyond all imagining is going to show up on our door step,” Jen huffed and threw her head back dramatically.

“So for clarification purposes,” Jacque said as she pursed her lips. “What I hear you saying is that there is no rest for the furry, correct?”

Alina nodded as she chuckled. “Very correct.”

“We should totally put that on a t-shirt.” Sally grinned.

“I concur, gypsy lady,” Jen said.

“I’ll only wear it if we get the males each their very own― in pink,” Jen added.

“You are simply diabolical Thelma,.” Jacque held out her fist to her.

“Okay so, we’ve heard the love story , and we still have a night of girl time before we have to go back to being responsible females.” Jen stood walking towards the kitchen with her empty hot chocolate mug.

“What do you have in mind?” Alina asked and, based on the groans around her, she knew it was one of those questions that should never be posed to Jen.

The wide grin that spread across Jen’s face and the brief glow of her eyes was enough to know that it was not going to bode well for them. “I am so glad you asked.”

The End