He wobbled to his feet and took an unsteady step forward. Letting out a mournful little mew, he stopped. A loud hiss sounded. He was pissing! I scurried backward with an eep as a small yellow stream cut across the hard-packed ground, headed straight for me. The smell of pee filled the air. Storr laughed—actually laughed!—the sound rich and deep. Flutters filled my stomach, and I could do nothing but stare, mesmerized by the breathtaking smile on my husband’s face.
