Yo, Steph, wake up, there's a naked catboy in your kitchen!

Stephanie awoke to the smell of bacon frying. She dragged herself out of bed, briefly considering going out naked, but settled for a thong and a baggy t-shirt.

In the kitchen, Misha learned firsthand why you wear a shirt when you fry bacon.

Stephanie had just opened her door when she heard a yell from her kitchen.

"AH! VATH SHORA LUNI! THA-NU SULA!"

Stephanie hurried into the kitchen, seeing Misha clutching his chest and shouting foreign profanities.

"Misha, what's wrong."

"It fuc- It burned me."

"Yeah, wear an apron next time!"

Stephanie wet a washcloth in cool water and gently pressed it against his chest. Misha hummed as the cool water soothed his burn. Now that the immediate danger was gone, Stephanie realized that Misha was completely naked. She felt that familiar fire in her loins.

"Damn, Misha, I'm going to have to use a sick day to take care of you."

"Oh no, that's ok, I... Oh."

Misha caught Stephanie's gaze and saw the hunger in her eyes. Blushing, he looked at his feet.

"Well, I certainly won't tell you not to take a day off."

Stephanie bit her lip. It took every ounce of self-control she had to now pounce on him right then and there.

"Alright, I'm going to call my boss, then we'll eat breakfast."

She turned on her heel and marched towards her room. At the last second, she looked back.

"Oh, and Misha... after we eat, we're gonna fuck like rabbits."

Misha stared at her as she closed the door behind her. He donned an apron and turned his attention towards the bacon in the pan, muttering to himself.

"Vi mang vunga-lu van thal."

The language Misha speaks is called Song-ja, "j" is pronounced like the "y" in yellow. So Song-ja is pronounced like Song-ya. Also, this is Monday's chapter.

-Carmen Sandiego