"She may require some coaxing." The woman is vague in her description. "May I ask, are you fond of cats at all?"
His eyes look at her thighs, and she can see him grow hard once again. "I won't tell anyone. I swear."
"God, a year? Okay, you need to have a night off. It's late tonight, and I'm tired, but tomorrow we're going out on the town." She chuckles.
"Very. Life at the farm requires a cat or two to keep pests out. Not so nice when they bring you their trophies and gifts of assorted rats and birds, but it comes from a good place." She reminisced a little more, wondering how her family was handling things. Been a year since Rebecca last checked in on them, seemed a bit macabre to check the footage of the burial but she knew most of her extended family would've been there and shared the moment. She coughed in her hand, her expression apologetic. "If there's anything else, miss Director. Ah, will you be keeping her here? Didn't see any pets around, so wondering what will happen to her once caught."
"They should, I mean, this isn't a slave camp." She stops. "Is it?"
"Indeed." She nods. "Um, yes, there are pets here, as well as guard dogs. She'll be staying in the dormitory. In any case, you've done well, so enjoy the rest of your night."
There's an awkward silence for a few moments. Desperate to break the uncomfortable moment, Tyler stands and heads back to the fridge. "More beer?"
She laughs. "I'll remember not to mention it. No, I'm not with Mike. The asshole was sleeping with his sister. Anyway, I'll see you later, James."
Sleep comes quickly to the young man, and he wakes up early the next morning, the comfortable sheets reminding him of his room back in his parent's mansion.
"Err, nah, I got myself a car not too long ago, and I've kinda gotten used to this place." He's silent for a few moments, before moving to hug her again. "Be careful, mom, okay? I can't lose you again."
He continues to hold her. "I've been a man for a while, mom."