Jessi and Rachel had moved back to Tulsa for the time being, and were getting settled in. Rachel's dad had built a whole nursery next to Rachel's room, and had baby-proofed the whole house. Timothy Evans was so happy to be a grandfather, after being told his daughter would never have children, that he didn't care that she was a teenaged mother, he loved them both with his whole heart. Rachel felt it a welcome opposite to her mother's disappointment, although she did miss her little sisters sometimes.
Rachel was walking through the Tulsa mall, shopping for baby clothes, as Annie was outgrowing them as quickly as she could buy them, when she saw a familiar face.
"Clint? Clint Moffatt? It's me, Rachel Evans."
"Rach? Oh my god, I didn't even recognize you. Motherhood suits you, you look amazing" Rachel blushed.
"Thanks. What are you doing in Tulsa?"
"YIRAAS work. I'm investigating a possible alien child abuse case."
"You're an Empath, right?" He nodded. He couldn't believe how hot Rachel looked, with her hair dyed a nice strawberry blonde. Breastfeeding had definately enhanced her . . . assets.
"Want to go get something to eat? We can catch up." Rachel agreed and they went out to a nice dinner, before stopping back at Clint's hotel room. "Welcome to my humble abode."
"Nice and private," Rachel said, sitting on CLint's bed, flashing him a seductive look. Clint instantly picked up on the lust she was emanating, and joined her on the bed. After a moment, he grabbed her chin and kissed her gently. She deepened the kiss before pushing him back onto the bed. They moved into a heavy make-out session before the clothes started to come off.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" CLint asked, surveying her beautiful naked body.
"I'm sure," Rachel said, pulling him into her. There was no stopping them now, as their passions took over. When they were finished, Rachel, in a giddy mood, morphed into a cat and started rubbing up against Clint, making him laugh.
"This is very close to being illegal," he told the cat who was obviously putting the moves on him.
//Is it considered bestiality if the animal is the instigator?// Rachel asked, licking Clint's chest with her sandpaper tongue, making Clint laugh out loud.
"I don't know, but I wouldn't want any reporters to bust in here. I can see the Enquirer headline now "Former Moffatts Bassist caught in sex-act with cat" Not a good idea." It was interesting to see a cat pout, but Rachel morphed back into herself and started to get dressed.
"Annie's probably getting hungry, waiting for her next feeding, so I should get home. I'd like to see you again, though, if you're in town for a while."
"Definitely," CLint agreed, kissing Rachel goodbye as she rushed out of the hotel room. Rachel took a cab home and picked up her daughter, who greatfully hooked her mouth on her mommy's nipple, oblivious that somebody else's mouth had been there earlier.