MONSTERS HIDE IN TREES NOW

If you insist she leaped down, she was a creature of great beauty, as much as he hated to admit. Ooh, how exotic, now I know that you're a kitty, a big kitty, but what kind of kitty is it? What does the kitty do, does it meow? Does it purr? he grinned, she sauntered away from him, and scaled another tree. bitch he thought. I thought I told the kitty to come down he spat. All air of playfulness gone. Leaving the female hating bastard behind. I said get down! Get down you wench! he yelled. He walked down below the tree in which she was situated. Does the kitty have a name, or can I call you wench? he grinned, his manner of speech changing in a heartbeat. Of course we could always experiment to see if it is a wench. Whaddaya say kitty cat? Is she feisty, is she soft? he purred and again began to circle the tree she sat in. Quoniam tu solus, et una tantum! he yelled up jokingly at her. ut iam futui!! he yelled up, and howled with laughter. Does kitty have no latin? Dear, Dear me he grinned.