Nepeta Cataria

By Gwynne Ferry

He's a regular guy about to embark on an erotic adventure with a woman unlike any he's ever known. He's besotted, bemused, and turned on in ways he never expected -- much to the amusement of his friends. Where will she lead him next?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gwynne Ferry
• Release date: Dec 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463601693

Gwynne Ferry

Gwynne Ferry lives on the Left Coast with her husband, who is often called Larry although that is not his name.

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Nepeta Cataria

by Gwynne Ferry

Copyright 2018 by Gwynne Ferry

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Published in the United States of America.

Nepeta Cataria

by Gwynne Ferry

He returned from the men’s room, rubbing his left forearm, with an expression that signaled both pain and puzzlement.

How did you get that little souvenir?

She bit me, Fin!

Who? inquired Finley.

The one over there with all the different colors in her hair.

"Which -- oh, wow, those are some bah-loo eyes! Big, too! So, what the hell for?"

I dunno. I hadda wait for a minute for the line to go down, and she just reached out and chomped.

That must hurt. Finley really wasn’t all that sympathetic.

No, not really. He was lying. Actually it had hurt quite a bit, and he was bothered at least as much by the surprise of it. To his amazement, however, he realized that it sort of turned him on. Especially when he looked back at her across the room, and she turned to look him straight in the eye. Her expression seemed rather determined, but quickly softened into a smile as she narrowed her eyes and slowly thrust her chin forward.

Yes, he was feeling something, alright, and he felt both aroused and just a bit embarrassed at feeling that way.

The whole thing pretty well shot any chance of participating in the table’s conversation about cars, sports, politics and pussy, or for that matter, any other guy talk. He just plain couldn’t concentrate on it.

He turned toward her again, only to see her facing him once more, her head slightly lowered. She was watching him intently, out of the tops of her eyes, like some exotic predator.

He turned back to his buddies, but it was all over for him. He got up to leave.

What’s this? After just two beers? Siddown, lightweight! chided Finley.

No, I think that’s about it for me tonight. S’been a long week. I’ll see you guys on Monday.

Yeah, yeah, pussy, admonished Finley, with a dismissive wave.

As he strode toward the door, he realized that he was definitely feeling something -- something that made his khakis tighter. Had she injected him with some sort of venom?

Just before he got to the door, he felt compelled to turn and look at her one last time.

She was no longer there.

Trying to shake off the thought that this had actually happened, he realized -- to a great deal of confusion -- that he was actually getting a chubby. But why? He looked down at the curved row of dents in his forearm, confirming the awful truth and rattling his world. Even more rattling was his now full-on woody.

He sheepishly laughed at himself as he pushed open the bar door to leave and saw her standing confidently by the corner of the dark parking lot, as though readying an ambush. He would have to walk right past her to get to the bus stop. An Uber car pulled up next to her and she opened the door. Halfway in, she turned toward him as he approached, and, looking him straight in the eye, jerked her head toward the interior of the car.

Uh, I’m not, er, I don’t know where you’re headed, he fumbled for the right words, failing miserably.

She narrowed her eyes once more, smiling, and took his hand and pulled him into the car. His head was practically spinning, and he was afraid that his pants would split wide open as he sat down and closed the door.

His next realization was that they were practically flying through the foggy night, the blurs of neon like streaks of fireworks.

It was as though his tongue was frozen, unable to form a sensible question like What’s your name? or Are you a vampire?