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Sam couldn't believe her eyes. Janet had opened the door and Sam's yell of, “Trick or treat!” died before given voice. Swallowing, Sam blinked a few times, taking in the absolute vision of wicked delight in the doorway.
“Cat got your tongue, Major?” Janet asked, winking.
Sam couldn't breathe, the tight catsuit a second skin, with little fluffy ears peeking out of her dark hair. “I uh…” She huffed out a breath, her hands trying to convey the feelings her vocal chords could not. In the end, she nodded.
“Best come take it back,” Janet murmured, grabbing her delighted Sam.