Payback’s A Bitch…
By Odin8898

All characters here are created and owned by Odin8898.Just covering my bases

“Y-you’re what?” Iris asked as tears began to form in her bright green eyes as she stared at Guy. The pair of felines sat at a small booth at a local bar, “Lucky Nine Lives”, which was not living up to its name, cause poor Iris’ night had turned for the very worst.
Iris Winston was a pretty, young yellow and white with black spots furred cheetah, standing 5’9”, and wore a black leather jacket, green shirt, cargo jeans, and tan heeled boots. Her slender tail slowly stopped swaying as she stared at Guy Mason with a hurt and betrayed look in her eyes. Guy was a 6’6” well-muscled lion with brown yellow fur along with a lush mane of dark brown head fur. He wore a dark navy blue over shirt, and matching plants, black under-shirt, and black shoes. His brown eyes looked back at her, not even filled with an ounce of regret or guilt as he repeated.
“I’m breaking up with you. It’s over…” his voice never wavered as he said that, not even as he watched the poor girl’s heart break in front of him.
“B-but why? I thought…”she stammered, tears beginning to stream down her face.
“Look, I don’t know what you thought we had, but its over, and that’s it.”
“But, we’ve been together for almost half a year…why?” She asked as she tried to keep herself together.
“Iris, I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. When we met at that party, I was looking for some fun…and there you were…” he told as a small grin began to form as he began to recount his reasons.
“I was a…booty call?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes.”
“Then why did you kept seeing me after that. You must have felt something for me to do so…”
“No, I didn’t…the sole reason was that you fantastic in the sack, and I thought it was best to hold onto you for a little longer…at least until I was tired of you…which brings me for to the point of this break-up.”
The cheetah stared up at the remorseless lion, speechless as she let herself go, her eyes pouring as much tears as possible as she quietly sobbed.
“I was nothing but a toy to you…?”
The lion scoffed at her as he shook his head.
“Would you please contain yourself? You’re making a spectacle of yourself.”
The cheetah stared at him, her mouth open as her eyes changed from heart broken to pure hatred in seconds. Tears forming, she lashed a claw at him, but the larger lion grabbed her by the wrist before it made contact.
“Please don’t make me have to add injury to insult,…” he asked, sounding slightly irritated as he gripped her wrist very hard, “…now, get out of my sight…” he ordered silently as he let go of her wrist.
The cheetah stared at him before standing up, and walking away from his booth. When she was far from him, she let herself go, covering her face as she sobbed silently, vowing to get back at him somehow. As she left the bar, she was unaware of a pair of deep red eyes that had watched her tragedy, these eyes gleaming mischievously in the dim lighting of the bar.


Guy sighed in relief as he sat down at the bar, feeling that a very heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He waved for the bartender, a smaller male skunk, who came to him as soon as he finished a few previous customers. The lion grinned at the skunk as he ordered a daiquiri, flashing his driver’s license to him as he did, but his grin disappearing so to replace it with a look of surprise as a sultry, feminine voice from behind interjected
“Make that a double order….”
Guy turned to turn, and look in awe as a slightly shorter (three-inch difference between them) pure as snow white furred lioness smirked at him as she sat down next to Guy. She had a body with the most incredible curves that Guy ever saw, and her feminine beauty that was indescribable. She wore tight leather pants, a very tight red short-sleeved shirt, knee high black biker boots, a black choker around her neck, and brown bracers. She smelt of rose petals. Guy looked deep into her deep red eyes, not finding them at all bizarre or alarming, instead finding it hard to look away from them…
“Care to know my name now or would you care for me to wait a little longer?” this stunning lioness asked, breaking the spell her eyes had over him. Guy blushed as he returned to reality, something that surprised him very much since he hadn’t blushed because of a girl since he was teenager in midst puberty. He cleared his throat, smiling weakly as he said.
“Oh, sorry, its just…yes, actually, I would like to know your name….”
The lioness chuckled, still smiling at the foolish lion.
“Call me Johnni…”
“Johnni?” Guy asked quizzically
“Yes, Johnni. Why, does it sound strange to you, Guy?”
The lion blinked silently before asking
“How’d you know my name?”
“I have my resources…” the lioness grinned as she pointed to his i.d., which he still held out in his hand. His face reddening a bit as he puts it back into his shirt.
“Oh, yeah…forgot I had it out…”
The lioness chuckled, placing a hand on one of his, causing him to blush even more.
“Forgetfulness has its pros and cons, no need to blush about it.”
Guy’s face did not fade from its current shade of red even from Johnni’s attempt to ease him. Guy tried to say something funny to ease his nerves, but found himself unable to talk, as if frozen on the spot…something was stopping him. The lioness chuckled after a few minutes of silence.
“Forgetful and bashful…definitely not what I expected from a big, strong lion…”
Guy mentally yelled at himself for his shitty luck until he felt her long slender tail his chin, bringing him back long enough to hear her whisper in his ear.
“But I find it very, very attractive…how about we get out of here, hm?”
Guy didn’t know it at first, but he found himself nodding very eagerly, which just made Johnni’s grin widen, flashing him a glimpse of her sharp feline teeth.
“Good…your place fine…?”
Once again, he nodded without a word. The lioness chuckled, and with grace, quickly got from her chair, grabbed a hold of Guy’s arm, and tugged him out without a visible sign of effort. You think this would be a telltale sign for the lion that this was beginning of trouble, but he was to busy thinking of what was probably going to happen to him and this very fine lass, too deep in euphoria to notice the devilish grin on the white lioness face or the very peculiar glow that came from her red eyes.


Iris slammed the door to her small yet quaint apartment, tears streaming, blurring her vision, but she was too determined to let that stop her. She began to grab various objects from all over, the only connecting factor they had was one: they were gifts from Guy. But Iris thought to herself bitterly, gifts? More like payment, things that made Guy feel nice and warm at night, showing to himself that he was not at all guilty cause he returned her the favor of giving him her body. She felt violated and betrayed. She tossed everything into a trashcan. Pouring some lighter fluid into it, she threw a lit match, destroying physical items of Guy’s time with her. She removed the jacket from her, and tossed it in as well…she had gotten that from him on their third “date”. She watched as everything burned to ashes, hoping it would help her feel better. But the pain remained…nothing seemed to ease it…with tears still streaming, she slowly walked to her bedroom as soon as the cleansing pyre was put out, stripping down to only her bra and panties, curling up into her bed, turning out the lights, and quietly cried herself to sleep, praying and pleading to some higher force to punish Guy…make him feel as small as how he had made her feel…


Guy, finally having control of his body again, reverted to old habits, starting with his gentleman act, holding the doors to the car and to his apartment for this fine feline. He grinned as he watched her ooh and ahh over his apartment, her red eyes darting everywhere, while his own were taking deep observations of her body, every curve it had, and every motion is made, he watched intently.
“Oh Guy…”Johnni’s voice brought him back, looking down into her eyes, cheeks reddening again (much to his disappointment), which just brought out another grin, and chuckle from the lioness. She turned; walking towards the bedroom, tail swaying behind her as she did. The lion took this as an invitation, and quickly followed her, just about to enter when the lioness turned backed, and held a hand out for him to stop. As soon as he did, she waved a finger at him.
“Oh, no, you have to wait…I’ve got to slip into something a bit more comfortable…”she told before slamming the door on his muzzle. He rubbed his nose, but he waited patiently for several minutes before the door opened again, revealing an unlit room.
“Come in…” was all Guy heard, and it was enough. He walked in, and shut the door behind him.
“Well, turn on the lights, lover boy…”
The lion quickly as he searched for the light switch. When he found it and flipped it, he was very pleased at what he saw. In a pile, there lay her boots, bracers, shirt, and pants, leaving the beautiful lioness with nothing but her red satin bra and panties, and of course, the white fur on her body.
“Like it?” she asked
The lion did not respond verbally, only letting the most primal of instincts take him over as he lunged, and wrapped his arms and tail around the lioness, nuzzling her neck, and rubbing his hands all over her back.
“Hmm…affectionate, aren’t we?” she chuckled as her hands wrapped around him, left rubbing the lower part of his back, and the right on the back of his neck. Her tail lightly brushed at the slowly growing bulge of his pants. He grinned as he took his hands, and was about to remove his jacket, when she tiptoed up, and whispered into his ear, slowly shaking her head.
“No, not yet…Trust me, I have a far more fun way to get you out of those confining clothes…just…” she seductively whispered, briefly nibbling on his ear “…wait, and enjoy this moment…” before she stood flat back on the ground, and buried her face into her chest, nuzzling and purring lovingly. Guy would have ignored her, and undressed anyway, but he just couldn’t. He felt compelled to just wrap his arms around her, and accept her embrace. He looked down at her, his gaze soon answered by hers, her red eyes, which were filled with an energy and passion he never had seen before, so strange and unknown to him, it was almost…scary…
“Okay, Guy, you been a good boy, and been patient, so you may do what your heart desires of my form, but you must do one thing for me…”
“Yes, Johnni?”
“Kiss me…”she simply put with a grin. Guy, not at all phased by her grin, found it an easy enough request, and leaned in, eyes closing as his lips met with hers. As soon as their lips met, Guy felt something surge like electricity between them, something powerful…something…blissful…

It was so enticing; he couldn’t help but just press his own lips harder against hers, which made her chuckle. It was so gratifying for the longest time, but then, it changed suddenly, it seemed to drain him of energy. Thinking it was time to break their lips, Guy tried to lean back, but found it considerable hard to do so, Johnni’s arms feeling like pure steel cable, keeping him close to her like a vice.
“How’d she get so strong?” Guy thought to himself, panicking. To lift his arms, but felt no strength in them, actually, he began to feel nothing in his body except the bizarre surge that came from her kiss. It took him surprising effort to open his eyes, and he was not happy at what he found. She too had her eyes open, at least what he thought were her eyes. They seemed to be like orbs of unearthly red glow. This, and these sudden feelings of complete vulnerability made him completely terrified. His eyes darted all over to find some ways out of escape, but found nothing, instead looking back to his former date, now captor, noticing something that made this situation even worse. She seemed…larger than before. No, that was impossible…but so far, the realm of possibility had shifted for him, not for the better, of course. He looked down, and saw that she wasn’t growing, but he was in reverse: he was shrinking.
His once tight fitting clothes seemed slowly wrinkle, soon becoming baggy on his diminishing frame. He watched as his sleeves slowly crept up his arms, soon his fingers being the only part of him visible. Johnni’s bare paws once had to be tip-toed to reach him, but now roles were being inverted rapidly, his bulky shoe wearing paws soon leaving the ground while hers were planted firmly. He heard with disappointment as his shoes fell off his now undersized paws, taking his socks with them, landing with loud clump, his foot paws curled as he felt the cool air in the room hit the bare pads, soon covered by his increasingly baggy pant legs, which hung past his paws by several inches. But it wasn’t over yet for him, he continued to feel his body’s energy being leeched away from him, his body collapsing on itself because of it. Tears began to swell in his eyes as he felt his oversized pants slowly slide down his legs, showing off his puny looking, toned legs, which were almost engulfed in his oversized boxer shorts (which stopped barely at his ankles). Guy was just about to give up when he felt Johnni’s lips finally break off from his. He sighed in relief, which proved too soon as he felt sudden motion as she held him farther from her. This almost had his shorts slide off, but thankfully, he could use his arms again to reach down and grab them before they did, hiking them, and keeping a firm hold on them. Johnni looked back at him, her eyes still glowing and looking beyond predatory. She licked her lips as she said to the half-pint lion that once was 6’6”.
“Mmm, Guy…your energy is the most delectable I have ever tasted in the longest time…” she purred.
“How…how…” the small lion repeated, his voice much higher than the deep, manly tone he had grown to love. She chuckled.
“Aren’t you cute…I think I may have your tongue, Guy, but with this…” her eyes gaze from him to her entire supple and curvy body, which already was a knockout, but now a hundred fold for Guy now that she now was (to him) of titanic proportions, he gulped as he saw her unnerving eyes fall upon him again, “…why am I not surprised? Now, since you were such a good boy and did as told, I’m giving you something in return…”
Fear gripped his thoughts as a number of hideous deaths crossed his mind, causing him to close his eyes again, praying it would be quick. He kept his eyes tightly shut until he felt soft fur and comforting warmth, curiosity getting the better of his feline mind as he slowly peeked, eyes opening wide at what he saw. The words “Great Tracts of Land” came to mind as he saw two large, erect nipples near either side of his head, both connected to a pair of what any male of any sexually active age would have very wet dreams about.
“Oh…my…”
Guy never got to finish as he felt his head pressed against them, his arms flailing reactionary but soon stopped as he realized his situation, finding himself grinning even though he probably stood less than half than he once did. Her heard the muffled chuckling of the owner of these incredible “assets”
“I see we’re enjoying ourselves?”
Guy’s response? Simply purring in agreement, not at all caring how his purr sounded less than the deep rumbling of an adult lion but the cutesy tone of a young cub.
Chuckling at this, Johnni continued
“Then I’m doing my job wrong….” She said bluntly as the small lion in her arms felt his entire body rush from its comfortable rest area.
Feeling a little queasy, Guy blurted out
“Hey what’s the big ide- eep!” he squeaked as he saw her glowing red eyes looking back at him, his mind swallowed by pure horror again. She grunted
“Simple. I can’t have you having fun during your punishment…”
“My punishment? Then why did you have me in your chest? What’s with the mind games? And how did you …” he inquired, briefly forgetting his place. She reminded him by letting out a low, throaty growl, which zipped his yap up in a hurry. She smirked, making him gulp
“Well, a demon like me finds it perfect torture by teasing our victims with pleasure, and then taking it away from them soon after…”
The little lion’s eyes widened.
“You’re a demon?”
Johnni gave him a mock surprised look.
“Oops, did I let that slip? Must be going senile, being more than a millennia old…” Johnni chuckled, shrugging
“Well, since the cat’s already out of the bag, mind as fill you in, since its not like you’re going anywhere now…right?”
The small lion nodded in agreement under threat of possible, oncoming pain.
“I am a demon, one of lover’s scorn, to be more specific.”
“How am I supposed to believe you’re a demon?”
“The whole glowing eyes, unusual strength, or the whole “turning Muscle Head into Mini-Me” didn’t mean anything to you, did it? <Sigh>Alright, how about…”
Suddenly her body was surrounded with a red aura, changes taking place. Her slender shortening, taking more of a curvy and bushy appearance. Her muzzle began to extend further from her fact. Her entire white furred body was taking on a more shaggy yet muscular shape. Her eyes also shifted from those of felines to those of an entirely different species. She also gained an inch or two when the transformation ended. Johnni smiled at her changed body, shifting her gaze to the very astonished Guy.
“That convince you now? “
“You’re a wolf!”
“Actually, an Alaskan Malamute, but some one as educated as you probably couldn’t tell the difference…now then, you believe me now?
“Y-yes…are you here to steal my soul?”
The demon chuckled at the foolish lion, who looked very confused.
“Okay, first things first, I’m a demon, not a devil. Second, they don’t steal souls, they make deals for them there as evil as used car salesmen…or at least the last time I checked they were…”
“Okay…then why did you do this to me?”
“You’ve have been a very, very naughty kitty, Guy, toying with people’s hearts…”
“Iris sent you?” Guy asked, surprised at the cheetah’s connections.
“No, she didn’t but I did come here on her behalf. Since she can’t face you given your size and strength, the poor girl is broken hearted, weeping herself to sleep in her apartment right now. She has lived a clean, honest life, never harming anyone…but there she is, in her apartment, feeling like her entire world has ended…all because some bastard wanted a sex toy. Well, the powers above found it very unfair, so here I am, rectifying the problem, i.e. you.”
“By shrinking me?”
“Actually, that is a side-effect. I actually drink your body’s energy, siphoning it into mine for my demonic gifts. The more I siphon, the less body mass you have until I’ve sucked you dry...you can probably guess what happens to you when that happens…”
The small lion gulped again.
“So you’re like a vampire?”
“One would say that given the circumstances: white fur, red eyes, and draining of people of vital elements. But I enjoy a good garlic roll now and then, and I don’t find coffins very comfortable.
I do need energies from mortals to survive, yes, but I don’t suffer from constant hunger. I can be sated for a while until my next, deserving meal.
“So you’re not going to drink me dry?”
“Oh no, of course not…”
Guy sighed in relief
“…Why would I let you get out that easy?”
Guy’s entire body was beginning to tense up again, his body losing control over itself again.
“How are you…”
“Controlling you? Demonic control over the amount of pheromones. Just a little will have anyone I choose find me completely attractive. A bit more, I can cloud their mind. Even more, and they’re puppets under my control…though I didn’t need much to control you. Your over-active libido sealed your fate long ago…now enough talk, time to finish what I’ve started…” She then slowly brought little Guy closer to her, her lips closing on his. But the lion was not letting this go its intended course. With what little control he had left, it took all his strength to lift his right arm, and raked his extended claw across the side of her muzzle. His action resulted in Guy’s long hoped result: He hurt her…bad.
“Argh!” The female malamute said as she dropped the lion, putting her hands on her bleeding muzzle
“Damn this form! Oh, I’m going to enjoy draining you of your energy, you little bastard!” she howled. That could have frightened the small lion in his place, but given he was already scared, he ran in direction of the door. He basically leapt out of his dragging shorts, and shedded his much too large jacket, now only clad in his tent-like undershirt, which served best to hide his reduced form. He raced to the door, reaching it in more than twice the time it took him to walk from there when he stood at his majestic 6’6’’ height. The doorknob was more than a head higher than him, but Guy was not going to let that stop him from escaping from this hell-beast. He leapt, trying to turn the huge knob with his miniscule hands, feet dangling, his efforts proving to be futile.
“TURN DAMN YOU!” He yelled shrilly, lost in his anger to not notice the looming shadow behind him. It proved to late when he finally did, as felt himself wrapped all over, his body shivering from how cold and metallic it felt. It pulled him from his grasp on the doorknob, his body whipping about as it pulled him upward. Guy had closed his eyes from the sudden wind pressure against them, soon feeling heavy, warm breath on his face, he opened his eyes, and pure terror gripped his heart. She had changed again, no too a much more larger, and menacing form: White scales shined in the light, wings spread behind her, a crown of horns protruded from her head, and her snout was curled into a sinister smile, rows of sharp teeth looking ready to rip him to shreds.
“Now then, Guy, I suggest not running away again…. you really don’t want to be on my bad side…now, where were we…?”
Guy, slowly accepting the fact that he was now a prisoner in his own home, held by captive this…thing, all the lion did was silently weep as she pressed her lips against his…


The sun had already risen for sometime now, but Iris continued in bitter slumber until she was woken by a loud knock on her door. Unaware or not caring at all that she was not far from being completely nude, the cheetah rose from the bed, and walked to the front door of her apartment. She opened it slowly peering out into the hallway with it only open to a crack. She saw that no one was there, opening it fully to get a better look. She looked around the hallway, but there was no sign of life whatsoever.
“Great…just what I need…pranksters…” she muttered to herself coolly, but something reflective caught her eye. She looked down and saw what looked like a red, heart-shaped box, wrapped in shiny white ribbon like those filled with candy on Valentine’s Day. But Valentines had already come and gone, and after the events of last night, she knew this was not from Guy. Than who…?
“Hmm, a secret of admirer…”she scoffed out loud, but she did feel better knowing that someone did care for her. Attached to the box was a note, which Iris removed and read it.

Dear Iris,
I witnessed your heartbreak last night at the bar, and wanted to let you know, you are far from alone for those who seek true companionship, to find their one true love. I’m sorry you had to be hurt to learn what type of a person Guy was, but do not let you relationship with him ruin you. Gather your strength, and go out into the world, and find Mr. Right for you. I bid you good luck, but that is not all I have to give you. Until the time you find your soul mate, inside this box is something that will keep you busy until then. I’m sure this is a gift that you will love. May you two have a good life…
Signed,
A Friend.
P.S.
For a little more fun, say “tib elttil”. Its only temporary though and will return to current size


The cheetah was confused by the wording this ”friend” used in the final sentence and the p.s., but was touched deeply by the note to overlook it for that moment. She carried the box in, and shut the door behind her. She sat down at her kitchen table, and carefully unwrapped the ribbon and opened the box, letting out a small gasp at its contents. Inside was a very small, eerily realistic doll of her ex-boyfriend Guy, his wrists and ankles bound, and gagged with pieces of tape. He was nearly nude except for the bizarre (and to Iris, very funny) Cupid outfit, diaper and fake wings, the whole she-bang. She picked it up in her left hand and held to her face. It was warm, its fur so life like, and if she looked real close it looked as if it were breathing…
Suddenly it stirred, and its eyes opened looking straight up at Iris. She gasped again, and nearly tossed the doll out of her hand, but stopped herself, realizing as it squirmed in her hand it was frightened of her more than she was of it. She heard it trying to say something, coming out as high-pitched grunts and squeaks due to its gag. She stared deep into its tiny eyes, and she quietly said to it, a small grin beginning to form on her lips
“Guy…is that you?”
The little lion in her palm frantically nodded, probably hoping that she would help him, and she would’ve…if it weren’t for last night. Instead, her grin began to grow, while Guy cowered further into her palm, hoping he disappear.
“Hmm…I wonder…what were those words it said on the note…oh, “tib elttil!”
Suddenly, the doll-sized Guy seemed to be covered in crimson energy, and slowly seemed to be shrinking. Slowly he became too small for even the Cupid get-up and the binding tape. When the energy dissipated, a miniscule lion stood amongst “gigantic” doll clothing. Iris giggled at the completely frightened lion in her palm, he’s even smaller than her pinky!
“Whoever sent you to me like this, they were right…this is going to be fun…so Guy…”
Raising her palm so it was inches from her eyes “Who’s the toy now?”

Epilogue:
Chaz buried his face in his hands as he tried to comprehend what was happening, everything was going so fast. There he sat with his fiancée in outside café, the woman he had been faithful to for a couple of years, a tall brown furred panthress with expensive clothing that he’d bought for her, fur shining in the sun; while he was a smaller, normal gray furred cat wearing faded work clothes he had for who knows how long, his dull gray fur more like absorbing the sunlight than reflecting it. The gray cat looked back up, looking deep into Judi’s eyes.
“But you said yes…”he stated, his blues eyes pleading.
“Look, I did say yes, but I’m not having a wedding without all the essentials: Big party, designer wedding dress, and a ring…”the panthress held the small copper wedding band in front of him “That has a diamond, not some crappy trinket!” she said as she tossed it back at him, which he caught as if it would break if he hadn’t. He looked at it, his mouth hanging in shock. Jodi cocked an eyebrow, but looking at all sorry for the cat.
“Do you understand what I’m saying…?” The brown panthress asked haughtily.
“But I’ve told you, I don’t have the money for all that, and I’m still waiting from my supervisor about the promotion I have been working for, so until then…”
“Excuses, excuses, that’s all I hear from you. Fine, we’ll push the wedding date further, and hold off on the dress, but I still expect a suitable ring…”
The cat, still surprised by her attitude with the ring, he pointed out, his voice quaking a bit. “But this is my grandmother’s ring. She gave it to me in her will, so I could give it to the girl I love since she knew she had little time to meet you before she…”Chaz paused in remembrance for his deceased relative ”…could you just…” he began as he reached for her hand, but Judi withdrew it from him, her face contorted into a look of pure disgust.
“Ew! That ring belongs to some dead old lady, and you want me to put it on? Jesus, that’s disgusting”
“No, Judi, she left in my name as she passed on…” he said
“I don’t care if she was Ann of the Scots, I am not wearing that…”
“But… its what she wanted, please it meant so much to her…”
“Look, I agreed to this because I was marrying a man, not some grandma’s boy. If you won’t agree to my decisions…”
“But I do. All I wanted is for you to wear the ring…”
“Again with the ring! Look I’m not going some dead broads ring, and if you can’t get it through your head, than…” she rises from her chair, looking down at the cat, a look of false superiority on her muzzle “…good-bye, Chaz.”
“But, Judi…” he started.
“I want a real man…not a wimp…” she walked off, only looking back to say with a venomous grin “…and you’re getting the check…”and she left. Chaz watched silently as she walked off, soon losing her in the crowded streets. He turned back to his table, looking at the ring in his palm as it shined in the sun. He closed his hand, gripping it tightly, the pain he felt doing so went unnoticed as he closed his eyes, a single tear running down his cheek…

Judi felt good for herself. Dumping that runt was the best things she’s done in a while. She hoped never to see him again in her life when she felt a tap on her shoulder, and a voice saying
“Excuse me, Judi?”
She sighed, and turned, starting to say
“Look, Chaz, get over it, its…over?”
It was not Chaz, but another feline; a tall snow white furred lion with an incredible mane and an amazingly tone body. He wore a dark crimson over shirt, and matching pants, black under-shirt, and black shoes. His red eyes seemed to glow with something that Judi thought was passion. Now here was a man! Judi was at a loss of words. The lions smiled as he said
“Good I got to you before I lost you in the crowd. My name’s John, and I want to give you a night you will never forget…”

The End…