Page 121 of Seer

Shrugging, I said, “Okay.” I’d gotten pretty good at twenty questions. “Is one of them Ric?” I pointed to him on the screen.

Noflashed.

“Reno?” His image was to the right of Ric’s.

No.

“Ellis?”

Yesflashed. Ellis appeared stunned.

“Okay, and maybe Shane?”

Yes.

Shane said, “Uh, you’re absolutely welcome to come see me and Ellis. But, why?”

Ms. Jackson’s entire board flashed.

Shane nodded. “Okay. Uh, maybe Ellis and I should come pick you up together? Then we can try to figure out what you need from us.”

Yesflashed on Ms. Jackson’s board.

Ellis nodded hesitantly. “Shane and I will work out our travel and let Cal and Greg know.”

I thought of something. “Hey, that reminds me. I was talking to Greg about why Wonders who travel don’t get connected to the DM of the District they’re traveling in as well as their home District. Has anyone tried that?”

No one had.

Greg said, “Then when the two of you come to pick up Ms. Jackson, I’ll ask some of the Wonders who travel regularly if they’d mind being test subjects to try to connect to one or both of you.”

We all agreed that would be worthwhile, then we were finally able to end the call.

Ms. Jackson, their future trip arranged, had retired to the couch and was licking their front paw in a satisfied manner.

I went over to sit next to them, and I put my arm across their back. “I understand if you feel you need to go, but Greg and I will miss having you here.”

They flicked an ear at me then leaned over and plopped their very heavy head on my lap for scratches.

Greg put his laptop in his office before coming out and hovering uncertainly next to the couch. I got a mix of impatience and lust through the bond.

I smirked at him. “What’s up?”

He glared at me. “You know very well what’s up.Thisis up.” He pointed at his dick, which was indeed trying to fight its way out of his jeans.

I stroked Ms. Jackson’s head and pretended to ponder the situation. “I guess I should help you out with that.”

He put his hands on his hips and deadpanned, “If you would be so kind, I’ll make it worth your while.”

I stroked Ms. Jackson’s fur one last time. “Sorry,” I told them. “Greg and I have to make sure our bond sticks permanently.”

Could natural tigers roll their eyes like that?

Ms. Jackson allowed me to get up off the couch, and I stalked behind Greg all the way to the bedroom.

He turned to face me, pulling at his t-shirt. I ditched mine and quickly kicked off my jeans. I herded him gently toward the bed, pausing only to get rid of my underwear. He froze, one arm free of his shirt and one still inside.

“Damn,” he said, gawking at my dick. He licked his lips. Through our bond I could feel his anticipation.