They were the sort of babes who liked to play games. Always switching position - one minute pussycat was on top, the next she was underneath and vixen was in the saddle. I could never quite predict what was going to happen next. Sometimes I’d just leave then to it and watch as they climbed all over each other. I like to watch sometimes; and those two really knew how to put on a show.
Of course it ended badly. Well, these things nearly always do. Either Pussycat or Vixen - I don’t know which, I could never tell them apart - got too possessive and they had a fight. There were broken panels everywhere. After that I called it a day and stopped seeing them. Oh, I’m sure I could have shored it up, got them back together, nailed it once and for all – but I was just board by then.
Sometimes, that’s just the way it goes.