I had this drawing up on my old Hentai Foundry web marker, so I thought I'd share it with all of you here at hA. I love to write stories and accompany them with my artwork, so I hope you all don't mind a good read along with some good old fashioned cheesecake from one of my other original Angels, Kimberly Kittanette.

Enjoy.

-Pablo-

"Kimberly, what are you doing in the kitchen so early in the morning?"

Kimberly perked up, startled by the sudden deep voice echoing throughout the kitchen. The smell of eggs and ham saturated the air with a delightful scent of home. The sound of toast snapping in half and hitting the plate made for memories of breakfast past; a wonderful woman full of joy and passion cooking breakfast for the one she loves.

-"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wake you" Kimberly said, as the bell from the oven timer went off."Oh, the cookies are done! Could you do me a favor and check to see if the pancakes are alright? I think I added a little too much flour."

The table is covered with goodness eats. The aroma of home cooked meals overwhelms the senses, and all you want to do is just sit down and eat.

The milk is nice and cold with condensation dripping down the side of the glass, the pancakes are a nice golden yellow and fluffy to the touch, the eggs are sunny side up with a bacon slice for a smile, along with hash browns shredded up, adding hair to the culinary attempt from the cat girl gingerly walking around the kitchen.

-“Did you taste the buttermilk pancakes already?” Kimberly stares for a sign of approval.

-“Everything looks delicious, Kimberly. You didn’t have to do all of this for me.”

She smiles and turns around to tend to the cookies, popping out warm from the oven. “Of course I had to do this for you; it’s my way of saying thank you for letting me spend the night. It’s rare I ever find a good guy who’s willing to let me sleep over after fucking the shit out of me, especially for money.”

She didn’t have to bring that point up.

Kimberly sighed. “Most of the time, men just have their way with me and dump me off behind The Burger Base. By the way, what were you doing back there last night? You didn’t hear about me through the grapevine, did you?”

Those pancakes are looking pretty good to stuff in the mouth and plead the fifth.

-“That’s okay” she said as she pulled the tray of cookies out from the oven. “At least you’re not like the weirdo that first found me out there. He wanted me to take all of these pictures for him, so he could post them on his website.”

Does a digital video camera count as taking pictures?

“Thank you so much for everything this morning, Kimberly. Now, how much do I owe you for everything?”

Kimberly’s eyes grew sad when she heard those words. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about it.”

-“I didn’t mean it like that Kimberly; I meant how much do I owe you for breakfast?”

-“Don’t worry about it. I paid for everything out of my own pocket. I also went grocery shopping for you, since I found no food in your fridge. You need to keep an eye out for yourself a little more, silly.”

Feeling a little guilty about eating breakfast now after blowing the good vibe, huh? Not only that, but she payed for everything out of the money you gave to her.

-“Listen Kimberly, about last night…”

She puts the tray of cookies down on the counter. “Listen, I appreciate you letting me stay the night after having sex with me, I really do. But I don’t like to be remembered that I do things like I did last night for money. It cheapens the moment and it takes away what little self-respect I have. I loved having you do the things you did to me last night, and that thing you did with your fingers deep inside of me well, really took my breath away.

I’m not buttering you up to see if you’ll let me stay here in your house any longer than I should by making you such an elaborate breakfast like this, but it would be nice to actually have some sort of communication and breakfast with someone who sleeps with me the next morning, you know?. You're the first guy I have ever done this for.”

-“Please don't get upset, Kimberly.Please say you’ll stay with me, at least until you can get a place of your own?”

Kimberly hesitated for a moment about the opportunity at hand. On one hand, she didn’t have to worry about sleeping in a dumpster anymore, but on the other hand, what were those true intentions behind it all? Never looking a gift horse in the mouth, Kimberly nodded and accepted. “Are you sure you’re okay with this,” she asked, grabbing the tray of cookies with trembling hands.

-“You weren’t planning on making breakfast and then walking out the door dressed like that, were you?”

The cat bell jingled as Kimberly cheerfully turned around and smiled. “I feel comfortable wearing very little around you. I feel like I’m finally home, even though that might sound a little weird right now.”

-“I’m starving Kimberly; let's just sit down and eat before the food gets cold. Well, aside from the milk which is already cold. You’re in your home now.”

-“You have absolutely no idea how long I’ve been waiting for a guy to say those words to me. Thank you so much for this.”

-“So long as you keep making breakfast like this every other day, you can call this place home for as long as you’d like to."

Kimberly eyes grew at the daunting task of making super breakfasts like this every other day.

-"I'm kidding Kimberly. Now why in the world did you make cookies so early in the morning?”

-“I’m not going to lie to you” Kimberly said as she joined you at the breakfast table, waving around a spatula with her tail. “I was going to sugar you up so I could ask you to stay. I made your favorite.“

The gentle glow of morning sunshine bounced off Kimberly’s supple milky skin, vibrant as ever, knowing that she has a place to call home now.

-“Can we fuck some more now that I have a place to call home?" Kimberly asked, frisky as a cat in heat."I can get a lot louder now if you want me to!”

-“For the love of God Kimberly, I’m eating breakfast!”

Her medicine was still a priority, or else the psychotic episodes would grow more painful one after the other.

How else could she explain the miscarriages that were in the trash bag out in the backyard to him? And what words could she possibly come up with to explain her life as a discarted 65 million dollar biological weapon?

She slowly picked up what little food she could eat to keep her strength and wits about her; at least until the time was right to say what she had to say. She didn’t want to blow the whole deal now.

She was finally home.

-“Colonel, we have reason to believe that our biological weapon may be in the city of Northern Kale.”

-“Please tell me you have something better than just a fucking ‘reason to believe’ assumption about where my weapon is.”

-“All we have is this latest information, sir. We need more time to locate her.”

-“Find her. I don’t care what it takes. That’s my biological weapon out there; I want it back.”