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XX

Mr. Fuchs Calls Amanda

At about 1030, they arrived back at the hotel. Michael gently moved his arm, which was now very asleep, from around Amanda's shoulders. Then, he gently shook her to wake her up. Softly, he said, "Amanda, wake up."

She moaned like a child being awakened for school. Slowly, her eyes opened and looked into his. "I was having the most wonderful dream. Why did you wake me up?"

"Because, we're here. Come on, let's get upstairs and freshen up. Then we can go to dinner."

She leaned against him and said, "What's for dinner?"

"Think about what you're in the mood for and we'll go to that kind of restaurant."

She smiled sleepily and said, "Okay."

Michael walked around the car, opened Amanda's door and offered her his arm. "Thank you," she said. "You are such a gentleman."

"It's the way I was brought up."

"Perhaps we'll raise our kits like that." She smiled mischievously.

Getting into the spirit, he said, "We'll see."

Michael didn't know what possessed him to say that but, it caught her, flat-footed. She looked at him in shock and he just smiled in return. After several seconds, she said, "You shouldn't say that to a humanimal in heat, Michael. She just might think you're serious."

He replied, "I believe you know when I'm being serious or just rolling with the flow."

"Michael, I'm in heat. Jokes are taken seriously by us when we're in heat, especially jokes that indicate a willingness to mate. I know that, at this time, you don't have that willingness; but, tomorrow will be a different matter. I'll be much more receptive to any such suggestion. So, please, for both of our sakes, don't make that kind of joke around me or what happened in Brantawick will be repeated only I'll be significantly more volatile. Okay?"

"Of course, Amanda. I'll be extra careful tomorrow. I promise."

They had reached the elevator by now and were awaiting one to open. Suddenly, Amanda's grip on Michael's upper arm tightened so much he thought she was going to draw blood. He looked at her and saw an extraordinarily strong look of pain in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" He whispered.

"I need to get into an elevator. Now!"

Just then, an elevator arrived and Elizabeth, the female African painted dog from yesterday, opened the doors. Amanda drug Michael in and said, "Please! Don't let anyone else in and take up to eleven!"

"Yes, ma'am." She said.

*****

The elevator doors closed and Michael said, "Amanda, what's wrong? Are you all right?"

For an answer, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him more passionately than he had ever been kissed before. Elizabeth, for her part, ignored what was happening right next to her. Michael, on the other hand, couldn't ignore it. As a matter of fact, his body was starting to react in a way he didn't want it to. The elevators in this hotel move rather slowly, or did the operator control the speed? Whatever the reason, Amanda pulled her lips from Michael's when they reached the third floor and lay her head on his chest as she breathed deeply.

Elizabeth finally acknowledged them by saying to Michael, "She's in heat, isn't she?"

He look a breath before saying, "Yes. How'd you guess?"

Elizabeth smiled before saying, "You should be careful, unless you two are mated."

"Yes, I know. The other males might decide to challenge me for her."

"That's true; but, that isn't what I'm referring to. Tomorrow will be the middle of her cycle. Right?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

She smiled and said, "I am female, you know."

Michael laughed and tapping his temple with two fingers said, "Duh!" She laughed. He continued, "What did you mean when you said we should be careful?"

"I didn't mean you two; I meant you."

"Why?"

"You, obviously, don't have a lot of experience with a humanimal in heat; so, let me tell you that what you just experienced will be nothing compared to what she's going to be like tomorrow. Has she exposed herself to you?"

"She did the last time she was in heat."

"Then, she's going to want more this time. If you leave the hotel, she'll probably tell almost every female who so much as looks in your general direction that you're hers."

Michael rolled his eyes and said, "She did that earlier today."

"What did you do?"

"As gently as possible, I explained to her that she didn't need to do that. I said that I wasn't interested in any other females."

"You did say it that way?"

"Yes. She got upset because she thought I was chastising her. Later, I explained to her that I was only trying to let her know how important she was to me and that, if I ever allowed myself to have a relationship with a humanimal, it would be her I would want. That made her happy."

"That explains why she didn't get defensive when I looked at you."

"Of course, it could also be the fact that you aren't emitting pheromones that say you're interested in me."

She looked shocked and said, 'You can smell them?"

"I have a very sensitive sense of smell; but, it isn't that good. I sense the pheromones more than actually smell them. However, I would go so far as to say that you've got a mate."

"I do. We've been together since I was a pup of about four years old." She looked at Amanda and said, "Your lady is going to be one happy female, if you ever allow yourself to love her."

"How do you know?"

The doors to the elevator opened as she said, "My mate is human and we have three pups." She smiled at them as they exited the elevator. Michael knew he looked as shocked as he felt because her smile broadened into a toothy canine grin as he passed her.

Amanda and Michael reached her door and she gave him the key so he could open the door for her. Just as they got inside her room, the telephone started ringing. Amanda's reaction was an audible groan.

"Who would be calling here? Michael, would you answer it for me."

"Nope. It might be your mother."

She giggled and said, "Coward!"

"Damn right. She doesn't like me anyway and, if I answer your telephone, she'll like me even less."

"Baby." She laughed as she answered the telephone.

"No. Not a baby, I believe in discretion being the better part of valor."

"Hello? Oh, hi Daddy. How's mother?" Michael thought it was a bit strange that she referred to her father as "Daddy" and her mother as "Mother." "Still upset? Gee, Daddy. She left with you almost 11 hours ago.

"Yes, Sir. He's standing right next to me but, don't let Mother know he's in my room. She'll be on the next train down here to protect me from this 'evil human'." She rolled her eyes as she said evil. Then, she laughed again.

"Okay, I'll ask him." She turned toward Michael and said, "Daddy wants to know if you enjoyed our trip to Brantawick today."

Michael thought for a few seconds before saying, "Tell him it was very enjoyable, especially the company, although I am used to the beach being a lot narrower."

After he finished, Michael thought, "How does he know I visited Brantawick today? The only people who knew of my plans were Mr. Blaidd, Mr. Schimpanse and Amanda. Amanda might have mentioned it to her father but I doubt she would have for fear her mother would hear."

Michael heard Amanda say, "Daddy, Michael and I are going out to dinner so I need to get ready. Would you like to talk to him?"

"Okay." She handed Michael the telephone. "He would like to talk to you for a minute, Michael."

Michael took the telephone and said, "Yes, Sir."

"How did Amanda act in Brantawick today, Michael?"

"Well, I don't want to say anything negative."

"Did she get possessive of you?"

"In a word, yes."

"I was afraid of that. You let her sleep with you last night, didn't you?"

"Yes, Sir. She was so pathetic. She cried for me almost the whole time she was in her room and I was in mine."

"Did you do anything besides sleep?"

"Nothing, except talk."

"Michael, on your honor as a Southern Gentleman, I'm asking you point blank; did you and Amanda engage in any form of sexual activity?"

"Well, Sir, since you ask it that way, and on my honor as a Southern Gentleman, Amanda and I did not engage in any kind of sexual activity other than the aforementioned sharing of a bed and sleeping other than a good night kiss."

As he was talking to Mr. Fuchs, Michael was listening to the bathroom. After a few seconds of listening, he said, "Just a minute, Mr. Fuchs."

Michael turned toward the bathroom door and said, "Amanda, you father and I aren't talking about anything you need to know about." He heard a disgruntled grunt and added, "And don't come out of that bathroom unless you are fully dressed." He heard another grunt and smiled.

"Michael, how did you know that Amanda wasn't bathing?"

"Because I couldn't hear the water running."

He laughed and said, "So, you figured she was eavesdropping?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why did you tell her to not come out of the bathroom undressed?"

"She is in heat and she has attached herself to me. I just figured she would try that to get me interested in mating."

Michael heard the shower running and then he heard the bathroom door open slightly. He looked toward the door and saw an eye and half of a tiger-striped face looking through the crack. "Yes, Amanda?"

"Would you like to wash my back, Michael?"

"No, Amanda. I am talking to your father. Remember?"

"Ooh. You're no fun." She closed the door.

"Why didn't you say yes, Michael?"

"Because, as I am fond of saying, 'the best way to resist temptation is to remove it'."

Jacob laughed and said, "But, Michael, I did imply this morning that I could accept that happening."

"Oh, sure. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I have a mental block about that. Amanda's a very attractive young lady and deserves a guy that would both worship her and have no problems with loving her, even if they are of different species. Maybe, in the future, I can overcome that mental block and, for her sake, I hope I can; but, right now, I can't. Besides, I don't even want to guess what Mrs. Fuchs would do if Amanda and I were to consummate that kind of relationship.

"Well, she's using the fur dryer now. She'll be out in a couple of minutes. Do you want to talk to her anymore?"

"No. Would you do something for me?"

"If I can."

"Oh, you can. Give her a kiss for me."

Michael paused and said, "Okay. Cheek or forehead?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, a father would never kiss his adult daughter on the lips. So, do you kiss her on the cheek or forehead?"

He laughed and said, "Cheek, left side. That's where I've always kissed her."

"Yes, Sir. I can do that for you. I'll talk to you later."

Michael hung up. Amanda walked out of the bathroom as he was replacing the telephone receiver onto its cradle. He looked at her and saw that, per his requirements, she had dressed completely.

She said, "Oh, Daddy hung up?"

"Yes. He asked me to give you something."

"What?"

Michael walked over to her and kissed her left cheek.

She smiled broadly and said, "That's the way Daddy has always kissed me, especially if I wasn't feeling well or was upset. Thank you, Michael."

"You're welcome." They walked to his room as he said, "Now, I need to take a shower."

"Do you want me . . .?"

"No. You've already showered, dried off and gotten dressed. You can wait in my room while I shower, if you wish."

"Can I wait in the bathroom like you did three months ago?"

"Let me verify something first." Michael looked at the shower and noticed the opaque glass. "Okay, but, you have to wait until I'm in the shower. When I need the towel, you have to hand it to me over the top of the glass. I will get dressed inside the shower except for my socks and shoes."

"But, you saw me naked."

"Need I remind you that you wanted me to see you naked?"

Amanda put on a pouty face as she said, "You're still no fun."

"Be that as it may, those are the requirements. Are you willing?"

She looked at Michael somewhat upset but said, "Yes."

"Very good. Now, give me a couple of minutes to get everything ready. I'll call you when you can come in."

Michael went into the bathroom, started the water and disrobed. As soon as he got into the shower, he called Amanda and told her she could come into the bathroom. Despite the opaqueness of the shower door, Michael felt rather strange with Amanda in the bathroom while he showered. They carried on a conversation during this time, talking about the trip to Brantawick and what her father had said to him. Michael asked her if she had told her father about their plans to go to Brantawick and she said no because her mother was in the room when she was talking to him. Finally, he asked her if she had made up her mind about dinner.

She answered, "Not really. What are you craving?"

"Well, we are in a city that used to be known for its seafood; how does that sound?"

"Hmm. Seafood? What kind of seafood?"

"I'm sure we could find a restaurant the served any kind you might like. Personally, I like shrimp, fresh- and salt-water fish. I like lobster and crab, too. Ah. Let's just say I like any seafood except so-called shellfish."

"You mean oysters, mussels and clams?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you like them?"

"I know what they look like raw and I don't want that in my mouth so I don't want them in my mouth."

"What do you mean?"

Michael smiled and said, "Never mind. I'll tell you when you're older."

"What do you mean, 'when I'm older'?"

Michael smiled and said, "I mean I don't think you're experienced enough to know what I'm talking about.

"Of course, we could have Chownese or Carpanese cuisine. They have a rather wide variety."

"That's sounds good to me, too."

"Boy, you're easy to please. If that extends to gifts, you're the perfect woman." She just grunted disgustedly making him laugh.

"Actually, I'm in the mood for seafood. We can have Chownese or Carpanese later this week."

"All right."

By this time, Michael had finished showering and washing his hair. He rinsed off and turned the water off. "Hand me a towel, please, Amanda."

"And if I refuse? Will you come out and get it?"

"No. I'll stand here and drip dry. Not fun and it'll take a while but it won't kill me. Besides, didn't you say you were hungry?"

"You know. You really aren't any fun."

Michael just laughed as she handed him a towel. He dried off and placed the towel on the floor of the shower. He asked for articles of clothing and, despite the teasing from Amanda, managed to get dressed in about ten minutes. He stepped out of the shower and Amanda did an exaggerated flinch after she saw his hair. He gave her a dirty look and stepped out of the bathroom, walked over to the dresser, picked up his comb and combed his hair. He looked at her and said, "Better?"

Smiling, she walked up to him, brushed a few stray strands into place with her fingers and, smiling, said, "Much."

Michael walked over to the bed, sat down and put on his socks and shoes. He stood up and a thought crossed my mind. "Amanda," he said, "why did you demand that the elevator operator not allow anyone else on the elevator earlier?" He was looking at her as he asked this.

She closed her eyes and said, "Because, my hormones had gotten stronger than I had ever experienced them. I needed to do something as sexual as I knew you would let me and that kiss was it. It didn't exactly satisfy my needs but it helped."

Michael thought, "If it's going to get worse for her, what is she going to be like in two years?" He said, "Oh, okay. Are you ready?" She nodded. "All right then, let's go."

*****

As Bertha opened the door to her house, she heard a car stopping out front. She turned around and gasped as she recognized Jonathan's car. She waited as Jonathan got out and approached her. "Jonathan, I thought you were visiting your parents this weekend."

"I am. Are your cubs home?"

Sexily, Bertha said, "Jonathan, you came all the way back here just to get into bed with me?" Bertha led Jonathan into her house.

Jonathan laughed and said, "As appealing as that idea is, no, I didn't. I had tried calling you all day today but, I guess you were, uh, busy elsewhere."

Bertha shuffled nervously as she debated telling him about her and Wanda. Finally, she said, "Yes, I was busy."

"That's all right, Bertha. Did you spend all night with Wanda?"

Taken completely aback, Bertha could only open and close her mouth as she tried to think of something to say. Finally, Jonathan continued, "Bertha, I've known about you and Wanda since before we started seeing each other. To tell you the truth, I was a little jealous of Wanda because she was enjoying your charms while I could only fantasize about it. I've got no problem if you two want to spend time in bed together and, more importantly, I'm not going to ask to join you."

Sheepishly, Bertha said, "Thank you, Jonathan. Wanda was talking about that very situation this morning after she woke me up. She'll be happy to know that you're not interested in joining us."

Jonathan smiled and said, "I never said I wasn't interested in joining. I said I wouldn't ask to join."

Bertha gave Jonathan a "smart ass" look before asking, "Why aren't you in Cattanooga?"

"I told my parents about you and they want to meet you, tonight."

"Tonight!? Jonathan, are you crazy? Did you tell them about me, about how old I am?"

"No, I'm not crazy and yes, I told them about you and your age. Bertha, I never told you about my family. My mother is 10 years older than my father. She was 30 when they married and he was her second husband. My mother's oldest brother is 15 years older than his wife. So, you see, my family doesn't have a problem with age differences like that. So, will come to Cattanooga with me?"

Bertha looked at Jonathan lovingly and said, as she shook her head, "Yes. Yes, I'll go with you tonight. My parents are keeping my two youngest cubs for the weekend so all I need to do is pack a change of clothes."

"Great! I know my mother wants to tell you a lot of secrets about me and my dad wants to know what kind of woman has finally won my heart. Now, hurry up so we can get back to Cattanooga before midnight."

Bertha kissed Jonathan and asked, "Are we going to be sleeping in the same bed?"

"I believe my parents would be shocked if we didn't."

"Okay, I won't need a nightgown just a bathrobe and something to wear tomorrow." Bertha walked into her bedroom, got a small overnight bag, packed a few clothes and some toiletries, and returned to the living room. She took Jonathan's arm and, after locking her house, the two of them got into Jonathan's car and headed toward Cattanooga.

*****

As luck would have it, the elevator operator was Elizabeth. When she saw them, she smiled knowingly. Amanda had returned to her normal position at Michael's side with a death grip on his arm. He was starting to look forward to this and at the same time, started to wonder what her attitude toward him was going to be starting Tuesday afternoon.

As soon as Elizabeth had closed the elevator doors, Michael asked her, "Why did you say that Amanda would be a very happy woman if I can bring myself to love her?"

"I told you. My mate is human."

Michael laughed and said, "You know what I mean. Why is the fact that I'm human going to make her happy?"

"Because I know. Perhaps I can elucidate further at a later time."

Michael looked at Amanda, then back at Elizabeth and said, "What time do you get off work, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth looked at the clock on the wall on the elevator and said, "I get off in about ten minutes. Why?"

"I'd like to hear more about your relationship with a human. Would your mate mind if you came home a little late or, perhaps, he could join us for dinner?"

Elizabeth thought and said, "I could call him, if my relief is here."

"All right. Amanda and I will be at the Marten Seafood House. Do you know where that is?"

"Oh, yes. My mate and I eat there regularly."

"Good. Amanda, you don't mind if Elizabeth and her mate join us for dinner tonight, do you?"

Amanda looked at Elizabeth, leaned over and sniffed her, and, smiling, said, "I don't mind." Then, she went back to caressing Michael's arm and rubbing her cheek against it.

After they got off the elevator, Michael saw Elizabeth talking to a field mouse and he nodded. Elizabeth walked to a pay telephone and Michael saw her dialing a telephone number.