The next morning I decided to head into work a bit earlier then usual. I wanted to do some research on the banks background. I know I’m not an investigator or any thing, but it was mind boggling to me and I wanted to see if I could find something out in the banks passed that might explain what went on at the bank. Something’s telling me the whole truth was not revealed during the police investigation. The fact the teller was the only one who saw the men enter the bank and was the only one questioned besides the bank manager was highly suspicious. 
      I sat at my desk and turned on my laptop. This laptop is specifically for work only and I’m not even allowed to bring it home to do my projects and reports on. I have to keep it here because the boss thanks I’ll just decide and keep. He’s always being paranoid. I think he just has it straight out for me. While the laptop loaded up I listened to the silent noises of the office. No one was there but me, it seems I got here earlier then I had thought. At least there was the faint sound of the clock on the wall as it ticked. When I finally was able to put in my password and the main screen I started my research. 
      I sat there for an hour and found out hardly anything. I couldn’t access the company’s files and all the info on the bank I could really get was on how it first came to be and who established it which is common knowledge any one who knows how to type in a few choice words would know. I at least knew more now then I did a few hours back. 
      Laid back in my seat, I began to thanks about Carlos again. These annoying little fantasies running around in my head were starting to get annoying. They were getting in the way of my work. I hated them so much and yet a part of my sub-conscious enjoyed them. They linked inside of me and filled some kind of emptiness I didn’t know I had. I wasn’t disgusted by them though the thought they made me a little wearily. I growled a little from the frustration and then tried to control my unsavory thoughts. 
      As I sat there pondering stuff in my head trying to relieve myself of fantasies, noises began to awake outside my office door. I straightened up and listened closer. I could hear the movement of other furs feet as they came onto the floor. The sounds of the elevator as it opened and closed when letting people out. The place was beginning to awaken. I leapt out of my chair and went out to see if Martha had made it in yet. She was always better at finding out the dirt on things, unlike me. Sadly she was not in yet so I just decided to go to the brake room and get some chips from the vending machine that was located in the corner. When I entered the brake room I noticed a newspaper lying on the table. It was one of ours and I was shocked to find my story on the front of it. Mt. Bricks actual allowed it to be published on the from page. I began to read the story that I carefully put together so elegantly and couldn’t help but notice how small my name was at the end compared to Mr. Brick’s whose name was only suppose to be on there to let people now who ran the Newspaper. He always puts himself in the spotlight. I hate him so much for always doing that when all he normally does is sit on his fat ass and bitch at everyone. 
      I was able to control my anger and relaxed at the table eating some original Sun chips. They were ok and since I hadn’t eaten breakfast, they were needed, can’t work on an empty stomach. I finished up the chips and then went back to my office. Martha still hadn’t showed up and that was suspicious since she was never late and it was twelve minutes passed her shift hours. I didn’t really think any thing about it but maybe I should have. ..
      I received a call later that day around noon that was from an old friend I knew. His name’s Max and me and him go way back. I’ve known him since seventh grade and we’ve been buddies ever since. He doesn’t live in Chicago any more so it was nice to hear from him. He just wanted to congratulate me on my paper making the front of the newspaper. It turns out Sara called him this morning and told him. I had never picked up the newspaper this morning before I left so Sara must of and saw my story on the front page. She always called everyone she, and I, know to tell them when something good happens. After talking to him a bit about it and my adventure at the bank we hung up and I decided to go out and see if Carlos was in. I still hadn’t talked to him about the whole thing between us and the kiss he just planted on me. It has been two days since it happened and now I’m going to talk to him about it and he won’t get away this time. Yesterday he was not in but today I know he is. After all this is the day we all get paid and also Mr. Bricks day off so no one who wants a good day would cut out on it, not even me. 
      I approached his office and found it ajar. I peeked in and saw him doing something on his computer. He didn’t look like he was working on something from the way his face looked. His facial expression was that of entertainment not seriousness so I decided to walk in. As I did he jumped at seeing me and started to go for his mouse. I was curious to what he was looking at so I quickly ran to his desk and turned the monitor only to turn away at the sight of the site he was on. He pulled the monitor away from my hands and clicked the minimize button. I looked at him in complete shock that he would be looking at such revolting pictures of men. “What the hell are you doing you sick bastard!?” I said. “It’s not what you think man, I promise!” “Oh whatever, do you actually like looking at the stuff? Man, I didn’t know you were like that.” “No no no, It’s not like that. This is a article I’m working on. I’m doing research on the site so I can found out more before I finish up my story to be posted” “Oooh” I was blushing for some odd reason. “I thought you got some kind of kick from looking at pictures of furry men with nails sticking out of there bodies, that’s a relief.” Carlos stood up and said “ No, I find it sick and it turns out the man who gave me the tip about it was right. This site hosts different varieties of men being tortured and killed by usage of nails. Most people believe it is just a joke and the pictures and videos are all staged but after listening to a investigator yesterday whose been also investigating this site, I’ve concluded it’s authenticity.” “So that’s why you didn’t go to the bank yesterday.” “Correct, I couldn’t let this lead pass, sadly I can’t actually get the story released until the investigator finishes up his investigation. The good news is since I have everything I need, I’ll be able to post it immediately when the man behind this site and his accomplices are arrested.” “Well that’s cool I guess and it also explains you not being around yesterday.” “Oh, did you miss me?” “No, no I was just saying that I noticed you missing.” He began to laugh and then smirked at me. I decided to be straight forward with him. “Why did you kiss me on the elevator?” He looked at me puzzled for a bit then the smirk reappeared and he said “Simple, because I think your cute and I wanted to mess with you.” I was shocked. Carlos really is gay. “Holy shit man! I didn’t know you went that way.” “Well, it’s not like we talk a lot and oh please, the fact that I haven’t been reported yet means at least a part of you enjoyed it.” I blushed some more but quickly recovered. “Man, that isn’t the point, it’s the fact you did it to me that is what I’m talking about.” “Relax, you act like I did something naughty to you or something, it was just a simple kiss.” He once again laughed and that made me mad. “What ever dude, if you do it again, I’ll fucking beat the hell out of you, you hear me?” He nodded but I was already leaving the room. I was pissed with him. 
      I got back to my office and felt my heart beating wildly. I didn’t really know why but I know it started not when he pissed me off but when he said that I was cute. I think I might actually like, no, love him. This could not be, I repeated in my head once again that I was straight and that this was just some kind of weird phase I was going through. I was in a moment of distress and I didn’t like it. I decided to call Sara and see how she was doing at her work. Hopefully talking to her will get the whole thing off my mind and the facts of what happened. 
      I talked to her for about an hour just nonsense but then she had to hang up so I decided to go home. There was nothing left here for me and I really didn’t like the environment with Carlos here so I needed to get out. When I got up I stripped down naked and got in a bath I prepared. The water felt great on me. It made me feel all tingly and I stretched out in the water to let the water flow into more personal spots like the inners of my thigh and underneath my arms. I massage my feet which were aching from my shoes that I hated wearing but was forced to by the boss. My tail wavered ever so slightly in sign that the path was doing what I hoped it would in relaxing me. I closed my eyes and just laid there in the silence with the noise of the drips of water from the facet dripping into the bath and the slight movement I made here and there. 
      I finally got out and looked at myself in the mirror from the bath tub. Water covered me and dripped from my finger tips, tail, and balls. I had to admit how good looking I was. I had some abs going on that really worked for me and a nice straight muzzle and luxuries brown, black, and gray fur. I was looking at myself like a narcissist would but I didn’t care because I was alone and it wasn’t like I was doing any thing wrong any ways. I moved my pawed hands along my body and rubbed my balls. I normally did this kind of stuff for Sara just to turn her on and make her want me more but I just did it now for the hell of it and because it kind of felt good. 
      After feeling myself up, it was time to make dinner. I decided to just have some crackers and cheese and then I went to lie down in bed. The sheets felt nice and it felt even nicer since I was not wearing any clothing. The sheets were nice and soft and smelt like summer which meant Sara had washed and dried them before she went to work today. I wasn’t complaining, they were a nice welcome to sleep.