“Hello Whit darling how are you? It has been weeks since I last saw you!” Kitty greeted and admonished Whitfield when she opened the front door of Mateo’s home to see who was at the door.
“Ooh and who is this delectable sight for sore eyes that you have bought with you?” She asked with the hungry look of a predator in her eyes.
“Yes it has been a while Kitty, how are you? This is Franc, we have come to see Matt, is he in?
“Yes, yes we were just trying to figure out some more details to that problem we were working on.” She informed the men as she led the way back down the corridor to Mateo’s living room. “Matty sweetie, Whit is here and he has bought his L’amour along!” She announced as they entered the living room.
“Huh? No we are friends!” Franc exclaimed the guilt flaring briefly in his heart at the memory of his transformation. “Mmhmm.” Kitty raised an eyebrow at him. “So my dear you are the young man that has got our Whit all hot and bothered? It is a pleasure to finally meet you.” She purred.
“Nothing Franc she is just being salacious, ignore her.”
“Have you got it out of your system now sweetie? Was he everything that you hoped he would be?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Franc, I talking about Franc. You've had sex, I can smell him on you and you on him.” She said with a knowing look on her face.
“It was the blood, we couldn't help ourselves!” Franc interrupted
“Is that what he told you?”
“Kitty!” Whitfield exclaimed sternly
“What sweetie? I'm just playing you know I don't mean anything by it!” She said innocently “you forgive me don't you Frankie?” She pouted.
“Um yeah, sure.” He responded hesitantly unsure of what had just transpired, had she really just implied that they could have controlled themselves and that Whitfield was actually attracted to him?
"That's who we are looking for?"
"Matty, come and look at this!"
"This is a picture of who we are looking for, Kori. Doesn't he look a little like Jeff Buckley?"
"Yeah, I guess, a little."
"Oh but what a talent, lost too soon."
"Yes he was."