Yasmeen had, as her caracal genetics permitted, heard him approaching. She had, in the typical attitude of a cat which she was not but occasionally imitated on sunny days, ignored it. Either he would find his way to her sunning spot or he would not and neither would bother her. He was far more likely to be bothered by her tits when she sat up topless.

"As long as you don't plan to talk my ear off, I have no objection," came the sardonic voice from the woman who remained facedown on a lounge chair reading a book between the slats, with a thick mane of hair dressed liberally with braids spilling over her shoulders to block the glare.