“Last one in the water has to scrub under Millie’s flab,” Paige laughed as she dashed strait to the lake, laughing while she ran. Millie growled at her fleeting sister and clenched her hands around her fishing pole. If Paige wasn’t her sister, then she would of added that hyperactive pest to her menu a long time ago.

“Does she always talk to you like that?” Connie asked innocently. Having never experienced the joy of siblinghood, Connie was unsure if insulting someone about their weight was acceptable for sisters.

“Only when she’s out of arms reach,” Millie said. She turned to Jim and her dourness fell away. Having a yummy little snack around always picked her mood up. She looked over his body hungrily. With only a pair of green swim trunks on, Millie could see almost all of his delicious flesh.

“Um, Millie, you’re drooling,” Jim pointed out, not enjoying the look in the predator’s eyes.

“Sorry, just thinking about a yummy person I had yesterday.” Millie ran the back of her hand over her mouth, wiping the saliva that was building there. She had to keep her cool until Jim was resting securely in her grasp, then she could relish her meal.

“Come on, let’s go to the lake.” Grabbing Jim’s hand, she raced to the lake, dragging Jim along with her. Connie swiftly followed, trying to keep up with the older Ctarl-Ctarl. When they reach the lakeside, Paige was already thrashing around in the water. Millie glared towards her sister, already she had several scenarios planned out to get back at the pest. Jim waited beside her, hand still clenched tightly by Millie.

“Could you let go so I can go swimming?” Jim asked, while he tried to tug his hand free from Millie’s grasp. Looking in the direction of Jim, she put on her big plastic smile and tried to be as cheerful as possible to the future meal.

“I was thinking that you and me could do a little fishing.” Millie grinned impishly and thrust out the second fishing pole for Jim to use.

“Okay, I guess,” said Jim, unsure of how to react to the sudden mood changes Millie was having. A series of personality disorders would explain a lot about Aisha’s family.

“Great, follow me to the pier.” Jim followed Millie to the wharf beside the boathouse. There was a small deck over top the water with two chairs waiting. Jim took his seat beside Millie and drew his line. Jim had never fished before and was curious on what was the big deal about it. You spend hours sitting around waiting for a fish to bite the line. It wasn’t the type of thing he was into, but he could totally see Ctarl-Ctarl’s getting into it. The whole doing nothing and eating a living animal was something Jim knew the cat people enjoyed doing.

“This isn’t so bad, right?” Millie asked.

“Not at all,” Jim lied. When he turned away, Millie gave him the once over one more time. He was not too plump, but still had a little meat on his bones, making him her ideal snack. She wanted to eat the little terran now, but she decided to stalk him a little longer. This one was worth the wait.