Unable to move, I was stunned. He just planted one right on me and left like it was nothing. I stood there thinking about it and freaking out because of the fact it happened. The door to the elevator began to shut and I had to put my arm to it to prevent it from shutting all the way. I walked out into the hall where the office was. I didn’t wave to my secretary Martha as I walked by her. I went into my office and sat at the desk feeling sick to my stomach. It took all I could to prevent myself from charging in Carlos’s office and screaming at him for the incident. I couldn’t stand it, damn it, I was straight up till last night. Now I’m screwed because of the dream and this kiss. What the hell was Carlos thinking when he did it. Damn it! I was pissed, had a head ache, and confused all at once. It would have stayed that way if it wasn’t for Martha coming into my office screaming with joy in her voice about a robbery that just took place. 
            This was the best news I’ve heard in weeks. Chicago really had been slow for a while now. I blame it on the fact that the regular gangs in the area where in a time of piece of some crap like that, since none of them seem to be up to any thing lately. I ran out the door with my equipment and car keys. I was going to beat everyone else to the scene. No way was some other dick going to get there first. I didn’t take the elevator because there was already a mob of reporters there. I needed to get out of there. If I didn’t the boss would surely fire me for the slack in my work and inability to find a story for him. I reached the lobby in a storm trying to beat the pack of hungry reporters going down the elevator. I reached my car and hopped in it as fast as I could and cranked up the motor. The car came to life and I took off down the road faster then the speed limit allowed. I knew that if the robbery just happened no officer was just going to sit by and listen to reports of a speeder so I could get away with it. All the officers would be trying to look all well and professional at the crime scene so that they can get good reports and be on the late night news. 
          The place that Martha had so kindly written on my notepad for me said it was at “Alkins National Bank”. This bank is one of the top leading banks in the world because its security precautions and safety regulations insure that no ones money is falsified or stolen. The bank robber must have been crazy if they believed that this was going to go down in success. Though I did not know the whole story, I did know that the robbers managed to get away with nothing. This was reported over the news channel of the radio. When I got there my prediction about the police force was right. All just standing around pretending to do something in places where there is nothing to even do. What a waist of our tax dollars. 
             I was not the first reporter there but I was sure I was the best. Most of these reporters where all beginners who had no idea about back doors and the rules of being a good reporter that takes experience. Since I was experienced, I knew that there was most likely a door left unlock that I could sneak through to get some answers. I found that door on the side of the building. I was propped open with a chair and I was able to sneak around the crowd to get to it thanks to the boundless forest surrounding the place. The investigators must of left it open because the power to the bank had to be shut down since the security alarms would go off because of all the police men and investigators surveying the area. I slipped in without being noticed. There was no one near the entrance to the door, once again a sign of our tax dollars being put to good use but I wasn’t complaining since it allowed me to get in unannounced. The walls where a blood red color and pictures of the banks managers stringed the walls all around me which made me feel like I was in a museum rather then a bank. There was a door at the end of the hall where the framed pictures ended. I reared up on it and peeked inside. The bank manager was in there with some other lady and two investigators. The investigators were asking some questions to both of them. The lady looked like a Teller, probably the one that was held at gun point if the robbers came in the front exit. “Did you see the face of the perps?” “No” the girl answered. “How many were there?” “Six.” This went back in fourth for about half an hour and I was jolting down all that the girl said. From what I understood the perps came in with strange looking mask over their faces that looked like devils. Four of the perps had 22 automatics and the last two had from what the lady described and what the investigators believed they were from her description, Magnum 357. It sounded to me they really did have a lot of gun power behind them. Both guns are simple handhelds so the only real advantage of using them is the fact that they are cancelable. 
             As I listened in, I figured out a bit more. It turns out that the perpetrators were not after money at all. They wanted the names of certain businesses that were affiliated with the bank. The Teller could not answer their questions so the perps threatened to blow her brains out if the manager didn’t come out to speak. The tubby old boxer told the police his that he was to fearful of his employees and the general publics safety to not tell the gunman the names. (More like he was afraid for his own well being.) Before I could hear the names of the businesses a man called out towards me. I turned to see a buff looking police man. He was a cat furry of some sort, from the looks of it, a Maine Coon. He screamed at the room’s direction that there was an intruder. I ran in the other direction since it was the only course of action I could go. Even though I had the speed of a wolf on my side that dame feline was up my ass the whole way along with the two investigators. There was a window coming up that was big enough for me to fit through so I charged it. The window was cracked so I knew it was unlocked so I pulled it up quick and barely made it out before the police men caught me. I could feel the tension of one of the men’s paws brush my jacket as I ran into the woods. They weren’t giving up so soon. I had to throw them off my trail. Luckily I was master of this terrain compared to those cows (literally) and that Maine Coon. I darted past tree in bush at top speeds. They couldn’t have followed me for all the maneuvering I was doing. After about five minutes and running in a circle to get back to my car, I managed to break them away from me. Adrenaline was pumping through my body and I loved it. It had been a while since something stimulated me that way. Not even my hot wife could have done it and she’s full blooded Timber wolf. 
             I got in my car and headed back to the news paper. I didn’t really think about it till I was back in the elevator that I never even saw Carlos when I left. Had he already got to the bank? No if so, I would have known. He wouldn’t of stayed out in the crowd with the lot of them half baked reporters with no balls in their sack to take things in their own hands to get a story. Boss was in his office doing paper work when I walked in with a grin on my face. “What you smiling bout Madagin? Did you get fucked in the tail hole by some fucking male prostitute?” “No sir, I got a story for you.” “It’s about damn time Madagin.” After reading through the notes I had made Mr. Bricks actually smiled. “Get this down to the editing office; I want it on the front page of tomorrow’s paper. You best be telling the truth, I don’t want to have to explain to the board if some low life screws me over, now get out!” That was all he said but I knew if it went well, I might be getting my own little promotion like Sara probably got. 
            I didn’t see Carlos all day and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I wanted to speak to him but then again I was busy with the editing team trying to get the facts straight. It was good I didn’t find out the names of the businesses because the top editor, Kinley, said it would not be liable enough and we could risk being sued if we posted up business on the paper without their consent and both me and him felt that they wouldn’t be so eager to have this kind of publicity in the news paper plus we didn’t know if the police even wanted them to know which would put us in even more trouble if it linked out. 
            I took off for home around nine in the afternoon. I was tired when I got home and went into the house. Sara was in the kitchen with a most unpleasant look on her face. “What wrong honey?” I said as I walked into the kitchen. “I didn’t get the promotion.” “What… Why the hell not?! Did that dick of a boss give it to someone else?” “No, the meeting was just about some papers I failed to turn in from my last case.” She was tearing up so I put my arms around her and comforted her in a big hug. We sat on the couch like this for a few minutes before I decided to change the mood. “So I hit a big story at work today.” That’s great babe! So it seems luck is turning around for one of us.” We laughed and her mood began to shift. We eventually ate dinner and went off to bed. We weren’t in bed long before she started frisking me and making it clear she wanted some sex. She reached down my boxers and grabbed my balls so that I would moan and I did. We sat there doing this for a bit before we got to her sucking my cock and me teasing with her nipples. There was no way I was gay if I enjoyed this so much. I made her moan with my paws touching her all over in her sensitive areas and then making her scream when my cock penetrated her. She yelped in pleasure and made me smile and I railed into her with all I got. Screw the romance between us shutting down. We were having the best sex of are whole relationship as a married couple. 
             Her breathing had slowed down as I released inside her and then she passed out in my arms. I laid there and thought about how much I was intense with that sex. Was it just me being happy about what happened today that made me so intense during sex tonight, or was it me trying to prove that I was a straight man and not a queer?