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Later That Night

They found Amanda's car and Michael strapped her into the passenger seat. She dug in her purse and found her keys. Smiling impishly, she said, "Now, you can't stop somewhere and make copies of these. I don't want you to come over and visit me unexpectedly in the middle of the night."

Michael smiled, snapped his fingers and said, "Darn! You read my mind. I guess I'll have to take you straight home."

Michael reached for the keys and she pulled them back toward her until he was practically in her seat. He looked at her sternly and, unexpectedly, she kissed him and then she gave him the keys as he shook his head wearily. Michael cranked the car and started driving her home. Bertha had told Michael that Amanda and he lived a few blocks apart; so, when they were close to his place, he slowed a bit.

"Amanda," Michael said. "You need to tell me how to get to your place."

In about three minutes, they arrived at Amanda's apartment complex. She directed Michael to her parking space and, after he pulled into the space, he helped her out of her seat. They started walking to her building; but, she kept stumbling until, finally, he picked her up and carried her to the door of her building. With an arm around her waist, Michael guided/carried her through the door. After a couple of attempts to help her walk up the stairs, Michael finally threw her over his shoulder and, as she giggled impishly, carried her upstairs.

"Which door, Amanda?" Michael asked.

"3-C." She replied, giggling drunkenly.

At the second floor landing, Michael heard the sounds of a woman moaning coming from apartment 2-A, rather loud moaning. Michael stopped and looked at the door of 2-A for a few seconds.

Still giggling drunkenly, Amanda said, "Oh, that's my neighbors. They do that every night and every morning. I've gotten used to it but it is a bit bothersome at times."

"Oh."

Michael assisted Amanda to the third floor. Showing her the keys, Michael asked, "Which key?"

She took the keys and very slowly looking at each of them, finally gave one to Michael and said, "This one."

Michael unlocked the door and, still carrying her over his shoulder, took Amanda through the door. He considered having her lie on the sofa but decided against it. He put her down and helped her walk down the short hallway to her bedroom.

When they got to the bedroom, she looked at the bed and said, in a mischievous voice, "So, this is why you brought me home."

Michael smiled and said, "No ma'am. I don't take advantage of anyone unable to defend herself, especially a woman. Now, sit in this chair and let me take your shoes off."

"Why?"

"Do you normally sleep in your shoes?"

She thought for several seconds before saying, "No."

"Then, let me take your shoes off."

She thought for a few more seconds and then plopped down into the indicated chair. Michael took one of her feet in his hand and removed the shoe; then, he repeated the procedure with her other foot.

She looked at her feet and, in a drunken voice said, "Do you like my feet?"

Michael answered, "Yes. They are very pretty feet with natural black stockings."

She giggled and said, "All foxes have natural black stockings silly."

"Not all; fennec foxes, kit foxes and pale foxes don't; all red foxes do, though." Michael said, as he turned around to turn down the top sheet of her bed. "Now, into bed with you."

"Are you going to take my clothes off, too?"

"Nope. I don't want to have a craving flung on me that I can't, or won't, do anything about."

She laughed and said, "Spoilsport. Are you going to join me?"

"No, no. I'm going to go home. I don't want you to do something else you'll regret in the morning."

"Why would I regret anything?"

"First of all, you're drunk. You have no control over what you're doing. Second, are you still a virgin?"

Embarrassed, she said, "Yes."

"It must mean something to you; therefore, you should hold on to it as long as you possibly can, preferably until your wedding night."

"Oh, okay." She smiled impishly causing Michael to realize that she was going to do something. "Help me up?"

Michael helped her up out of the chair. When she got upright, she fell into him, knocking him onto the bed. The unexpectedness of her action allowed her to pin him beneath her relatively light weight. When she had him pinned, she started nuzzling his neck again and rubbing her cheek on it. Every few seconds, she would stop nuzzling and give that area a quick sniff. Finally, after a few seconds, she pulled her head back, looked Michael in the eye and then, once again, planted her lips on his in another rather passionate kiss.

Despite his best efforts, Michael found himself starting to succumb to her and starting to experience a physical reaction to her attentions; but, he also knew that she was unable to control herself. After she pulled her lips from his, he gently rolled her off him, got up, adjusted her so that he could pull the sheet over her, and said, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

She looked at him with a small smile on her mouth and pointed to a drawer in her nightstand. Michael opened the drawer, pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper and wrote on the paper. He showed her the paper and said, "Here is my name and telephone number. I'm sure you're going to be sick and have a major migraine headache when you wake up. If you want me to come over and help you, give me a call. Okay?"

"Mm-hmm." She said, trying to smile seductively and only succeeding in looking like a silly drunk.

Laughing to himself, Michael said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay." She said in the sing song voice that drunk people often use.

Michael headed to her front door still feeling the kiss she had just given him. "What is going on with me?" He thought. "Am I starting to get so desperate for female companionship that I'm starting to overlook the differences between us? Or, have I started to notice that she is an attractive young woman that finds me attractive as well? Could I possibly be starting to accept the possibility that I might be interested in someone of a different species? No! I can't do that! It's wrong! She isn't human; she just looks somewhat human. Her ancestors are foxes and tigers." He closed her front door behind him after he had locked it.

Once again, as he passed apartment 2-A, he heard moaning. "God!" He thought as he paused outside the door. "Either he's a superman in bed or she's one hot woman for them to still be going at it. It's been almost 30 minutes since Amanda and I passed here."

Michael walked down to the ground floor and left the apartment building. He walked the three blocks home thinking the whole way. In his brain, a major battle was going on and he was wondering which side would win. More importantly, he was wondering if he would care.

*****

Bertha and Jonathan arrived at her place. She invited him in and he gladly accepted. She wasn't sure how the rest of the night was going to go but, she wanted to leave all doors open just in case. She took Jonathan's hand in hers and, walking side by side with him, laid her head on his shoulder.

"What is going on with me?" She thought. "I'm 14 years older than Jonathan. I shouldn't even be looking at him as anything other than a good friend. But, he's so good-looking and attentive to me. Maybe I'll give him a good night in bed and that'll be the end of it."

When they arrived at her door, Bertha unlocked the door and they went inside. She led Jonathan to the couch and they sat down, still holding hands. Jonathan looked into her eyes and said, "Bertha, are you sure you want me to be here with you tonight? After all, I'm only 28 and your oldest is, what, 22?"

"Actually, he's 24."

"24? I thought you were 42?"

"I am."

"But?"

"Jonathan, you don't know a whole lot about me so, let me tell you a bit. When I was young, I was very shy."

"Shy? Why?"

"Jonathan, look at me. I look like someone took soft-serve chocolate and vanilla ice cream and carved it into a bear shape. It's quite obvious that I'm a mixed-race bear and you know what they say about mixed-race people."

"Yeah. I know. I don't believe it, though. I've dated several mixed-race women and none of them were sex hungry. In fact, most were a bit aloof where sex was concerned."

"Well, because of the prevailing belief about us mixed-race people, I was always very shy so, I didn't date. My papa was concerned about me, especially since I'm the baby of the family; therefore, he arranged a marriage for me. My fiancé decided that, even though we were going to get married anyway, we should have a few dates before the wedding. He was a Kodiak bear and very handsome. On our second date, he convinced me to give in to him and we had sex. In fact, we had sex on every subsequent date. About a month before our wedding, I started waking up sick, violently sick. I went to the doctor and found out I was pregnant. I tearfully told my papa and mama what had happened and, believe it or not, they were supportive and never told anybody. We decided to move the wedding up a month and, shortly after my 18th birthday, I was a married woman. Being a bear, I'm naturally bigger so, I didn't show on my wedding day. My son was born seven months later and that's why my son is only 18 years younger than me."

After telling her story, Bertha saw that Jonathan had moved a bit away from her, not much, but enough that she noticed. "What's wrong, Jonathan? Are you no longer interested in me?"

"No, I just don't want you to think I'm only interested in your body. You are a very beautiful woman to me, Bertha, and I want you to understand that."

Bertha smiled at Jonathan and started nuzzling his neck, moving to sit in his lap facing him. "Jonathan, I feel honored that such a young man is interested in me. I wouldn't care it if was just for my body. I haven't had any kind of a relationship, except with Wanda, since my daughter, Kaunis, was born 8 years ago. I miss the feel of a man's hands on my body and showing me how much he wants me. Do you want me, Jonathan?"

Swallowing hard, Jonathan said, "Yes, I do, Bertha. I've wanted to be with you ever since the first time we met four years ago."

"I know. You used to flirt outrageously with me. I must admit that your flirting made me interested in you."

Bertha stood up and extended her hand toward Jonathan. When he took it, she started leading him toward her bedroom. When Jonathan realized where they we going, he took her in his arms and, despite her protestations about her being too heavy for him, carried her the rest of the way. After they entered her bedroom, he turned and she locked the door.

*****

Robert and Wanda got into his car and he drove to her home. Robert was as nervous as he'd ever been because he wasn't certain what Wanda had in mind when they arrived at her place. He was one of very few people who had never slept with Wanda and knew what the natural color of her hair was. He'd had a crush on Wanda since they met in school 25 years ago. He had always thought she was beautiful long before her breasts and womanly figure started developing. He also knew that her parents were speciesists and would have never accepted a relationship between them.

As Robert drove her home, Wanda found herself fighting a desire. That desire was to reach over and hold Robert's hand. Wanda knew that Robert had had a crush on her and, while she hadn't actually reciprocated his feelings for her, she never told him that she didn't feel the same. In fact, she had always thought the chipmunk was, at the very least, cute and, at the extreme, handsome. She'd always wondered why Robert had introduced her to her first husband but, she was glad he did because she fell madly in love with Dwight Anaguma, even though the marriage didn't work out due to his infidelity. Now, here she was with Robert and wondering whether or not she should see if he was interested in a more intimate relationship with her.

When they arrived at her home, Wanda turned to Robert and asked, "Would you like to come in?"

Robert acted like he was considering her invitation and said, "Sure."

Robert, being the gentleman that he was, walked around the car, opened the door for Wanda and offered her his hand. She smiled seductively at him and took his hand. When she got out of the car, she immediately leaned over and placed her head on his shoulder. Although he was a bit shocked at this, Robert put his arm around her waist and she reciprocated.

When they reached her door, Wanda unlocked it and ushered Robert inside. "Let me go check on the cubs and I'll be right back, Robert. Please have a seat on the couch."

Robert sat down on the couch and looked to where Wanda was walking down the hallway. He noticed how her hips swayed back and forth mesmerizingly. "It's like she knows I'm watching and she's tempting me to do something when she gets back. Should I? No, I'll let her take the lead and I'll gladly follow wherever she leads."

After a few seconds, Wanda returned to the living room, "They're sound asleep, Robert. Would you like something to drink?"

"Sure." Once again, he watched as she walked away from him and found himself desiring her more than he'd ever desired her before.

Wanda, for her part, was hoping that Robert understood her signals and would be willing to join her for the night. Robert was the one man she'd never been able to successfully seduce but, she also knew that he was afraid of ruining their good relationship. As she was pouring their drinks, she found herself realizing how Robert had always done everything he could for her. He had introduced her to both of her husbands; he had found her the job at SoGa Industries; he had even volunteered to take care of her son when she went on her honeymoon with her second husband.

"Why didn't I realize it before!? Robert has always loved me but, he was afraid I didn't feel the same way about him." She stood there for a couple of seconds before thinking, "Well, that changes tonight. I'll give him what he wants even if I have to force it on him." She laughed to herself as she thought about forcing herself on him because she knew that most men didn't need Wanda to force herself on them.

When she returned with their drinks, she offered one to Robert and, after he took it, she sat down so close to him that she was practically sitting in his lap. Robert didn't know it but, Wanda had spiked their drinks with a small amount of bourbon. She knew that Robert rarely drank and his alcohol tolerance was low. Between the few drinks he'd had at Bruno's and this one, Robert was acting mildly inebriated and Wanda knew she could talk him into staying all night with her.

*****

Albert took Michelle home and was the perfect gentleman the whole way. He talked to her but, never even remotely tried to touch her. GOD! How he wanted to, though, but, between his belief that Michael actually would beat him to an inch of his life and the fact that he really did want to impress on Michelle how much he wanted her to like him, he kept his hands to himself. He and Michelle talked about a lot of different things and they found that, despite what Michelle believed about him, they had a lot in common as far as likes and desires were concerned. As they continued talking, Michelle found herself more and more attracted to this loud-mouthed caracal which shocked and surprised her. She even found herself deciding to tell him the truth about her past and why she had a morbid fear of caracals.

Finally, they arrived at the apartment that Michelle shared with her sister, Janet. Even though she was a bit apprehensive about inviting Albert in, she did so and saw Janet sitting on the couch with a disgruntled look on her face. When Albert walked in, Janet went almost ballistic. "Michelle, what are you doing inviting a guy in here, and a caracal at that! You remember what happened 10 years ago!"

"I know, Janet. But, I believe Albert will be a perfect gentleman."

"Why!?"

"Because a guy from work, Michael Thomson, told him in no uncertain terms that, if he so much as says a cross word to me, Michael would beat him within an inch of his life. Besides, you're here, Janet, and I don't think you'd let him do anything."

"You're damn right I won't, Michelle." Turning to Albert, Janet continued, "Get out! Now! You've done your good deed for the day. We don't need you here." Even though she was several inches shorter than Albert, she advanced on him menacingly causing Albert to back up instinctively.

Michelle stepped between them because she had noticed that Albert was backing up and not offering to try to defend himself. "Janet, I invited him here. If you want to stay here to make sure he's a gentleman, you can but, he's going to stay for a little while. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Michelle, and you're absolutely right. I'm going to stay right here on the couch to make sure he doesn't lay a hand on you."

Michelle went into the kitchen to get them all something to drink. While she was gone, Janet continued to glare at Albert. Albert was getting more and more nervous by the second and, under his breath, kept asking for Michelle to hurry up and return.

Finally, in an irritated voice, Janet asked Albert, "What is so interesting about my sister?"

"I don't know, Janet. Maybe it's her vulnerability; maybe it's her beauty; maybe it's her beautiful personality. I really don't know. I just know I like her and I'd like to be her friend."

Michelle returned with their drinks and sat down in a chair across from the sofa that Janet and Albert were sitting on. Janet looked at her sister and said, "Michelle, have you told this caracal why you hate caracals?"

"Not yet, Janet. But, I am planning on it."

Janet thought for several seconds before asking, "Do you mind if I tell him?"

Michelle considered for a few seconds before resignedly saying, "Go ahead."

Janet turned to Albert and said, "Pay very close attention to me, caracal. This is important and it will explain why you don't have a snowball's chance in the Saharhea of ever being her friend.

"My father isn't Michelle's father. Michelle's father was a full-blood serval; mine is a cheetah. Michelle's parents were in love with each other from the time they were about 8 years old. When they graduated from high school, they married and Michelle was born 8 months later.

"When Michelle was born, her father thought she was absolutely perfect in every way. He loved her almost as much as he loved his wife.

"When Michelle was three years old, her father died of a heart attack on his way home to his family. He never even got a chance to tell his family good-bye and that he loved them.

"Michelle's mother tried to live in their hometown of Gnawleans but, after a year, she realized that Gnawleans held too many memories and, after telling her family and her late husband's family good-bye, she left for Catlanna. About a year after arriving in Catlanna, Michelle's mother met my father and a year later, when Michelle was 5, they married. I was born 8 months later.

"When Michelle started school, her classmates would see my father picking her up and they assumed that she was of mixed race. Michelle tried to tell them about her situation but, children being children, they wouldn't listen. I guess the fact that servals and cheetahs have similar spot patterns didn't help Michelle.

"When Michelle 14 years old, the star football player on their high school team, Stephan Mauaji, a caracal, started showing an interest in Michelle. Needless to say, Michelle was ecstatic. Someone finally saw beyond the perception that she was of mixed race. They started dating and Michelle was happier than I remember her ever being.

"One day, Stephan brought her home from school and, after finding out that there was no one home but the two of them, he forced himself on her, repeatedly. She begged him to stop but, he just laughed and continued saying, 'You're a half-breed; you know you love this.'

"Our parents arrived home to find her lying on her bed, naked from the waist down and in a catatonic state. They called the police and paramedics; after a cursory examination, the paramedics stated that she had been raped. She was taken to the hospital and a rape kit was performed on her. The doctors determined that the EMTs had surmised correctly and that Michelle had been raped. Michelle named Stephan as her rapist and he was arrested.

"At the trial, the EMTs and the doctors all changed their story and said there was no evidence of rape. Stephan was found innocent of the charges. Michelle was devastated. As he was leaving the courtroom, Stephan dropped an envelope in front of Michelle. She opened it and it read, 'I told you to not report me; I told you that you'd never win; but, you wouldn't listen.' After reading that note, Michelle withdrew into herself completely. She refused to go to school, talk to anybody, including her family, and wouldn't leave the house for any reason.

"The prosecutor was fired and the police department faced a wrongful imprisonment charge."

Albert said, "What happened to Stephan?"

"Oh, justice was served. A few months later, Stephan was dating the daughter of the local crime boss and he raped her. Once again, he was arrested for rape and was found innocent. A few days later, he was seen being hustled into a limousine. Three hours later, he was found on the side of the road. He had two broken legs. Stephan's future as a professional football player was over. While he was in the hospital, the new police chief was called to his room because Stephan wanted to tell him something. He admitted to raping the crime boss' daughter, Michelle and several other girls who had claimed he had raped them. His confession to these crimes overturned the not guilty findings of the courts that had tried him."

"What happened to Stephan?"

"He was given two options, 30 years in jail or banishment with the understanding that if he ever returns to Gargia he will serve that 30 year jail term."

"I understand." Turning to Michelle, Albert said, "Michelle, please don't judge all caracals by that one who raped you. I'm not like that guy. I know that I'm rambunctious and loud but, I'd never force you to do anything that you didn't want to do, especially sexually. To prove what I'm saying is true, I'd love to take you to the amusement park tomorrow." Turning back to Janet, he added, "That includes you, Janet. I want Michelle to feel as safe in my presence as possible and I know she feels safe with you."

Michelle and Janet looked at each other. Janet shrugged her shoulders and said, "As long as I'm there, I don't have a problem with it."

Michelle looked at Albert and said, "As long as Janet goes, I'll go."

Albert said, "Good. I'll be here at 0300 in the morning. The entire day will be on me. I want to show you that I can be a nice guy." Janet and Michelle escorted him to the door; he took the hand of each of them and gave it a gentle grasp. Then, he turned and walked out of the door.