Sucks To Be You
I was not ashamed to admit that I let my mouse's instincts take over for a bit. Knowing that, at the end of the day, the woman in front of us was looking for me, I scrambled down Travis' back and inserted himself in his pants pocket.
It was definitely a tight squeeze. The material was heavier, and the fit was tighter than his breast pocket. The fact that I was also competing for space with his cell phone was entirely different, but I didn't care. This was where both my mouse and I wanted to be, and that was the end of it.
"A de-scenter?" mused Travis, his heartbeat never wavering. "I think that is more along the lines of science fiction rather than reality. How is it possible to completely erase someone's scent? And don't you think someone would have figured out a way long before now?"