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Michael convinces Amanda to try to sleep by herself. About 2 1/2 hours later, he is awakened by a telephone call. The desk clerk informs him that Amanda is bothering the other guests.
Meanwhile, Wanda awakens and snuggles with her bedpartner. She and Bertha discuss whether or not Amanda made a good choice in choosing Michael to love.
Michael finds Amanda curled up and crying gently. Her pathetic crying touches his heart and he decides to allow her to sleep in bed with him as he had promised.
Michelle's relationship with Albert has blossomed and they have become lovers. Michelle wakes up and decides to have a drink of water. While she sits drinking her water, Janet comes into the dining room and "complains" about Michelle and Albert's antics earlier in the night, smiling as she complains.
The next morning, Michael is awakened by a telephone call and some rather fear inducing news. Ophelia has arrived. ",
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He caught her shoulders gently and turned her toward the connecting door.\n\nAs he eased her through the door, she said, “Michael?”\n\n“Yes?”\n\n“Please?”\n\n“No. You agreed to wait at least an hour. Remember?”\n\nShe lowered her head in a pout; however, she said, “Can I at least have a good night kiss?”\n\n“All right; but, no tricks.” Michael leaned toward her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss that left him breathless.\n\n“Are you sure you don’t want me to sleep with you?” She asked, seductively.\n\nMichael leaned toward her and she leaned toward him. Suddenly, he turned her around and said, “I’m sure. Now, keep your promise and wait an hour.”\n\nShe walked into her room and, as she walked, said, “Don’t fall asleep because I am going to call you in an hour.”\n\n“Good night, Amanda. Oh, I’m locking this door.” Michael closed and locked the door. He heard her rattle the knob and then smiled as he heard her swear softly.\n\nMichael got ready for bed, turned the covers down, and got in. He looked at the clock and noted the time as being 1546. The next thing he knew, he heard the telephone ringing. He glanced at the clock and saw the time read 1833. “Well,” he thought, “she waited over an hour.”\n\nMichael picked up the receiver and said, “Hello, Amanda.”\n\nThere was a short pause and a masculine voice said, “I’m sorry. My name isn’t Amanda. I’m Mr. Chuot, the night desk clerk. I’ve received several calls concerning the young lady in 1111. They can hear her calling you through the wall. Is there a problem with her?”\n\nMichael hung his head and listened. He couldn’t hear Amanda calling him but he was certain she had been. “Yes, Sir. The lady is in heat and she wants to be with me. I’ll let her in here to quiet her down.”\n\n“Thank you, Sir. I’m certain the other guests appreciate it as well. Oh, and I’m sorry about your predicament.”\n\n“I appreciate your sympathies.”\n\n\n**********\n\n\nWanda opened her eyes and looked at her bed partner. Gently she caressed the breast of the woman until she opened her eyes. The chocolate brown and snow white striped bear turned her head and looked at Wanda who was smiling at her.\n\n“What, Wanda?”\n\n“I was just lying here and thinking. Do you think Amanda will still be a virgin when they return from Jaguarville?”\n\nStifling a yawn, Bertha said, “I don’t know but, knowing Michael, she probably will be. Why are you concerned about that? Are you jealous that Michael might go where you want to?”\n\nFeigning a hurt look, Wanda said, “Bertha, how could you even remotely think that about me?”\n\n“Because I know you, Wanda. You may prefer men but, you enjoy women as well. My being here tonight is proof of that.”\n\n“Well, just for your information, Bertha Karhu, Amanda made it perfectly clear a couple of months ago, she isn’t interested in that with a woman. She’s only interested in one person, Michael. Why? I don’t know but she is. I mean, jeez! She could have almost any guy she wanted and she prefers a human.”\n\n“Amanda told us that he’s the only guy that’s ever treated her decently other than her father and oldest brother. Why wouldn’t she prefer him?”\n\n“Bertha, you’re half polar bear and half grizzly bear. You know how humans used to treat your ancestors.”\n\n“Yes, Wanda, but that was over 20,000 years ago.”\n\n“And what about after the changing? They made all female Humanimals into sex slaves. What about that?”\n\n“Not all females. Besides, that was after Michael was put into stasis. So, he had nothing to do with that. If you’d just open your mind to the possibility that Michael just might be a nice guy with high morals, you might find that he’s a great guy to be around. I’m sure that’s what Amanda sees in him.”\n\nWanda’s caresses worked their way down Bertha’s belly. But, Bertha caught her arm and said, “Wanda, we really shouldn’t even have done that once tonight. You’ve got Robert and I’ve got Jonathan now.”\n\n“I know, Bertha, but, I missed our times together. Since Robert and Jonathan are out of town visiting family, we should make up for lost time.”\n\n“Oh, very well, Wanda. I guess I missed it, too. I wish I knew what it is about you that makes me want that from you. No other woman interests me like you do.”\n\nAs Wanda answered Bertha, she was sensuously kissing her. “It’s because I’ve got a lot of experience with women and you only have experience with me. You really should consider enjoying the company of other women.”\n\nBertha was softly moaning as she said, “I don’t want other women, Wanda. I’m only interested in you.”\n\n\n**********\n\n\nMichael lay in his bed for several seconds listening. He still couldn’t hear Amanda calling but he heard a light tapping on the connecting door. He got up and pulled his shorts on. He walked to the connecting door and unlocked it. It opened into his room so he slowly opened the door just in case Amanda was leaning against it. She was lying on the floor looking disheveled. Her eyes were closed but she wasn’t asleep. He also noted tracks of tears on her feline muzzle. A strong surge of sympathy passed through him and he bent down, picked her up, and carried her to his bed. As he carried her, she put her arms around his neck and her face into his shoulder. He was thinking, “I shouldn’t do this. If her parents were to find out that I had brought her to my bed, for whatever reason, I’m sure I would be forced into a shotgun wedding and that’s the last thing I want.”\n\nMichael lay her on the bed and she opened her eyes. “I kept my promise, Michael. I waited for an hour. Why didn’t you keep your promise?” She asked, tearfully.\n\n“I’m sorry, Amanda. I fell asleep but, you’re in my bed now. I’ll be getting into bed as soon as I can close the door and get to the other side of the bed. Just remember Amanda, no sex, just cuddling. All right?”\n\n“Yes, Michael.”\n\nShe closed her eyes again and rolled onto her left side. Michael watched her for several seconds. She curled into a tight ball and whimpered softly. He was starting to get worried. “Is she sick? Does her heat affect her this strongly?” These thoughts crossed his mind as he closed the door and returned to the bed. He decided, as he walked, that he should lower any temptation by wearing his shorts to bed. He got into the bed and moved up behind Amanda. He slipped his left arm under her neck and his right arm went around her waist. Her whimpering died when he did that and she moved back against him. She loosened the ball she had curled into and her breathing became regular and soft. She caught his right hand and brought it up between her breasts and held it close to her heart. Every now and then, she would press his hand against her right cheek and rub her face against the palm.\n\nA couple of minutes after he got into bed, he heard Amanda say, “Michael?” Her voice sounded stronger than when he had picked her up and brought her to the bed.\n\n“Yes?”\n\n“I’m sorry to be such a pain to you.”\n\n“Amanda, you aren’t a pain. You are a friend and I will do anything, within reason, to take care of you.”\n\nShe pulled his arm closer to her before she said, “I love you, Michael.” Her voice was choked with emotion. “I wish you could love me.”\n\n“Amanda, I do love you, just not the way you want me to love you.”\n\n“I know. I know you care about me.”\n\n“Amanda,” Michael paused for a couple of seconds gathering his thoughts. “I would protect you from any danger I could protect you from. I would even stand between you and your mother to protect you from anything she would try to do to you.”\n\n“I know. That’s why I love you.”\n\nMichael rolled to where he could see the clock. “Amanda, it’s almost 1900. If we’re going to go to Brantawick tomorrow, we need to get some sleep. I’ll be here to hold you so you can sleep easy tonight.”\n\nShe took his hand, kissed it, and said, “Thank you, Michael.” That was the last thing said before they both fell asleep.\n\n\n**********\n\n\nMichelle switched on the light on her nightstand. Next to her lay Albert sound asleep. She looked at him for several seconds before she smiled, got out of bed, put her housecoat on to cover her nudity, and walked into the kitchen. She opened her refrigerator and took out a jug of water and poured herself a glass. She went to the dining table and sat down. As she sat there, her sister, wearing nothing at all, walked into the dining room and sat at the table across from Michelle.\n\n“I thought I heard you moving around in here. Are you all right?”\n\nSmiling happily, Michelle said, “Actually, Janet, I am. I can’t remember ever being happier. Albert has definitely proven to me that I was wrong to judge all men, especially caracals, by that rapist.”\n\n“So, I’m guessing, from what I heard earlier, that you enjoyed yourself tonight?”\n\n“Yes, Janet. Not that it’s any of your business.”\n\n“You two kept me awake half the night. Of course, it’s my business.\n\n“Do you think he’ll stay all night?”\n\n“If his soft snoring is any indication, I’m guessing he will.”\n\nSomewhat sadly, Janet said, “I guess you won’t be needing me around anymore.”\n\n“Janet! Why would you say that? Just because I found a guy that I can trust enough to give my body to doesn’t mean that I don’t want or need you around. You’re my little sister and I love you as much as I can. It’s just that, I don’t need your protection anymore. Albert has proven to me that I was wrong all those years to not trust all men because of the fault of one.”\n\nJanet smiled as she said, “So, will I be treated to more nights where I get to hear you being pleasured by Albert?”\n\nMichelle glared at Janet and said, “Maybe. Jealous? I mean, you are between boyfriends right now. After living with you for a couple of years and listening to you enjoying the guys you’ve been with, I think I deserve to be the one enjoying myself for a change.”\n\nJanet stood up, walked around the table, and kissed Michelle on the cheek. “Sister dear, I wouldn’t change that for all the tea in Chowna. I’m going back to bed. Enjoy the rest of your night with Albert.” She smiled mischievously as she said this. Michelle stuck her tongue out at Janet.\n\n\n**********\n\n\nAn incessant ringing woke Michael. While he was still tired, he was refreshed. During the night, he had rolled onto his back and Amanda had moved to her right side and put her left arm across his chest and her left leg across his left leg. Her head was on the left side of his upper chest with his left arm around her shoulders.\n\nAs Michael came fully awake, he recognized the ringing as the telephone on the bedside table. He picked up the receiver and said, “Hello?”\n\nA voice he recognized as Mr. Chuot’s was saying, “Mr. Thomson, do you know where Miss Fuchs is?”\n\nMichael stammered, “Uh, yes. She’s asleep.”\n\n“Where? She isn’t answering the telephone in her room.”\n\n“I know where she is. Why do you need her?”\n\n“Her mother was just here demanding to know which room is hers. She’s on her way up there right now. Mr. Thomson, Mrs. Fuchs didn’t look happy. She made threats about a human. I assumed she was talking about you.”\n\n“Of that I’m certain. Thanks, Mr. Chuot.”\n\nMichael looked at Amanda who was sleeping so peacefully after her earlier bout with her, for want of a better phrase, heat insanity. He hated to awaken her for fear her heat would take over and cause her problems but, he also didn’t want her mother to catch them in their compromising situation.\n\nMichael gently shook Amanda’s shoulder and said, “Amanda.” She grunted quietly but didn’t move. He shook her shoulder a little harder and said, “Amanda! Wake up!”\n\nShe groaned and said, “No. Tired. Sleep more.”\n\n“Amanda! Your mother is on her way up here!”\n\nJust then, Michael heard a loud knocking on Amanda’s suite’s door. This was followed by a feminine voice saying, “Ma’am, it is 2300. You’re going to disturb our guests.”\n\nObviously, the woman knocking wasn’t overly concerned with the happiness of the guests because Michael heard a voice he instantly recognized as Ophelia’s, “Aman-DAH! Open this door! Open this door right NOW!”\n\nAmanda’s eyes popped open. She whispered, “Mother!? What is she doing here?”\n\n“Obviously, she wants you. If she catches us sleeping in the same bed, she’ll have a conniption! You need to get to your room before she convinces whoever is with her to open your door. Take the key out of that door and lock it on your side. Maybe she won’t think that I’m in this room. Now, get your tookus in gear and answer your door.”\n\n“All right. Michael, please protect me from her as you promised.” She stopped, looked at Michael, and, with a curious look on her face, said, “Tookus?”\n\n“Yes, it means butt.”\n\n“Well, why didn’t you say, ‘Butt’?”\n\n“Tookus sounds nicer. Just move, will ya?\n\n“I’ll listen from this side of the door and, if I think it’s getting out of hand, I’ll go to your assistance. Now, go!”\n\nAmanda quietly raced to the connecting door, pulled the key, went through, locked it again, and answered her door. Michael could hear a muffled argument and could make out Amanda’s and her mother’s voices.\n\n“Pack your clothes; you’re coming home with me!”\n\n“No, I’m not, Mother!”\n\n“Don’t argue with me, young lady. You’ll do what I tell you. I don’t want you anywhere near that human.”\n\n“Michael is a nice guy, Mother. He treats me with respect. Which is more than I can say for some people!”\n\n“What are you implying?”\n\n“You’ve never loved me; you’ve never thought I was good enough to be your daughter. That’s what I’m saying.”\n\n“Why you ungrateful . . .”\n\n“Yes, I’m ungrateful. That’s why I went out and got my own job doing what I enjoy. Now, go home and let me live my life the way I want to live it!”\n\n“Don’t you backtalk me, you little . . .”\n\nMichael was just about to walk to Amanda’s room and interfere when he heard a masculine voice. “Ophelia! What are you doing here!?” It was Mr. Fuchs’s voice.\n\n“Jacob, tell this ungrateful whelp that she’s coming home with us.”\n\n“No, Ophelia.”\n\n“What!? What did you say to me?”\n\n“I said, ‘No.’”\n\n“Jacob Fuchs, you listen to me.”\n\n“No, Ophelia. You listen to me. I told Edward that he could send Amanda on this trip with Michael. Unlike you, I’ve spoken with Michael. He’s a trustworthy, intelligent, and moral gentleman. He won’t hurt Amanda and I doubt he will allow her to be hurt if he can prevent it.”\n\n“I don’t care, Jacob; he’s a human.”\n\nMichael heard Amanda crying and he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care what happened to him. He had promised Amanda to protect her and protect her he was going to do. He still had his shorts on, so he got out of bed, left his room, and walked to Amanda’s door. Just as he was about to knock on the door, it opened and he was looking into Mr. Fuchs’s face.\n\n“Ah, Michael, you saved me some steps.” He said. “Come in.”\n\nMichael entered the room; he didn’t look at anybody; he walked straight to Amanda and took her in his arms. She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest, crying with body wracking sobs.\n\n“Michael. Please.” Amanda cried plaintively.\n\n“It’s all right, Amanda. I’m here. You’re safe now. Please don’t cry.” He said.\n\nMrs. Fuchs said, “Get away from her.”\n\nSlowly, Michael turned his head to look at Mrs. Fuchs. He glared at her as he said, “Why? Don’t you like for someone to show Amanda she’s worthy to be loved? Don’t you want someone to hold her when she cries? Well, too bad. I’m going to sit here and hold her until she feels better. So—leave—her—alone!” He practically growled the last few words. He made his words all the more intimidating by never raising his voice.\n\nMichael spoke softly and reassuringly into Amanda’s ear. He heard Mrs. Fuchs say, “Jacob, say something.”\n\n“Very well, I will. Come on, Ophelia. We’re going home.”\n\nMrs. Fuchs started sputtering and muttering but couldn’t think of anything to say. Just before they left, Michael said, “Just a minute, Mr. Fuchs.” They stopped. “Mrs. Fuchs, when was the last time you decided to visit Amanda?”\n\n“What? About three months ago. Why?”\n\n“The day you saw me in Amanda’s apartment, right?”\n\n“Yes. Why?”\n\n“Do you know when Amanda goes into heat?”\n\n“Of course, I do. I was there when she experienced it for the first time and it occurs every thirteen weeks.”\n\n“And it was thirteen weeks ago that you visited her and, like this time, you started an argument with her. Now, I don’t know much about Humanimals in heat but, if it’s anything like when a human female experiences PMS, her emotional stability is weak. So, I want to know; are you trying to drive her over the edge?” Michael stared at Mrs. Fuchs as he spoke.\n\nMrs. Fuchs flinched when he asked the question. She sputtered and looked at Mr. Fuchs. “Jacob, did you hear what he said?”\n\nMr. Fuchs thought for a second, turned to his wife and said, “Yes, I heard. Are you? I never thought about it but you rarely talk to her, except when she’s in heat and then you start fights with her.”\n\n“I can’t believe you would accuse me of that. She’s my daughter!”\n\n“Well, you finally acknowledge that!”\n\nAmanda was holding Michael’s arm in a death-grip and had curled into a tight ball. She was whimpering. Michael was becoming angrier and angrier with her mother. He said, “Mrs. Fuchs, please leave. Can’t you see how your presence is affecting Amanda? She was happy earlier this evening when she and I were at dinner. Now, she’s afraid I’m going to leave her alone with you.”\n\n“What!? What do you mean!?”\n\n“Look at her. Look at the way she’s curled up; look at the way she’s holding my arm; listen to her whimpering. She’s afraid of you.”\n\n“I’ve never hurt her.”\n\n“Not physically perhaps but, you’ve hurt her in the worst kind of way. You’ve never shown her love; you‘ve only criticized her. You never held her as a kit, did you?” As Michael was speaking, he was gently caressing Amanda’s muzzle and stroking her hair.\n\nMrs. Fuchs got a faraway look on her face. Michael hoped she was thinking about how she had treated Amanda as a kit. After a few seconds, her face hardened as she glared at him. Her look could have boiled a gallon of water in fifteen seconds.\n\nMr. Fuchs looked at Amanda, his face full of concern for his daughter. Finally, he said, “Come on Ophelia, we’re going home. Now!”\n\nMr. Fuchs walked over to Amanda, kissed her left cheek, and said to her, “Enjoy your time with Michael, Amanda. I’ll talk to you when you get back home.”\n\nAmanda relaxed a bit until Mrs. Fuchs started toward her. Amanda started whimpering again. “Ophelia,” Mr. Fuchs said, “she doesn’t want you near her.”\n\n“But . . .”\n\n“Now, Ophelia!” Mr. Fuchs said as he spun his forefinger in a circle and pointed it toward the door.\n\nAs Mrs. Fuchs walked through the door, she turned, gave Michael one last dirty look, and said, “This isn’t over by a long shot, human.”\n\nMr. Fuchs looked at Michael and said, “Michael, take care of her. Do whatever will make her happy and feel better.” He whispered into Michael’s ear, “I mean anything, Michael. I know how she feels about you so, I won’t hold it against you.” He stepped back, nodded at Michael, and then walked out of Amanda’s room, closing the door behind him.\n\nMichael smiled to himself and thought, “If only he knew.”\n\nMichael looked at Amanda and said, “Do you want to return to my room?”\n\nStill shivering slightly and fighting tears, she said, “Is it all right?”\n\n“I told you that you could sleep there with me until Tuesday morning, just no sex. Okay?”\n\nShe smiled and said, “Okay.”\n\n“Can you walk or do you want me to carry you?”\n\n“If I can lean on you, I can walk.”\n\n“Good. You wore me out last night. You need to lay off the desserts for a while.” Michael said, smiling at her.\n\n“When I feel better, I’m going to bite you for that.” She said, smiling in return.\n\nThey returned to Michael’s room and he walked her to her side of the bed. She got in, he covered her, kissed her cheek, and walked to his side. When he got there, she lifted the covers for him and then snuggled against him after he got into the bed. He glanced at the clock, saw that it read 2353, and thought, “We can sleep for another hour or so. If she feels up to it, we can eat breakfast and take the drive to Brantawick. I’d love to see how things have changed there over the last 20,000 years.” Shortly afterward, Michael drifted off to sleep.\n\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "XVII
Friday Night
Amanda and Michael walked to her door and she stood there. He said, “Amanda, please? Try to sleep alone. You can call me if you can’t sleep and . . . I’ll let you sleep in bed with me. Okay?”
“Okay.” She unlocked her door and entered.
“Now, don’t call me for at least an hour. You’ve got to at least try to sleep alone.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She said, petulantly.
“And don’t you forget it because, if you don’t at least try to sleep alone, I’ll paddle your backside.”
“Oo-ooh. Promise?”
“No. If you’re going to enjoy it, I ain’t a-gonna do it.” He said smiling causing Amanda to laugh.
Michael closed her door and went to his room. He opened his door and saw Amanda standing next to the bed getting undressed. “Amanda!” He said as he raced across the room. She was caught by surprise enough that she froze in place. Fortunately, all she had managed to do was get the dress off her shoulders by the time he reached her. He caught her shoulders gently and turned her toward the connecting door.
As he eased her through the door, she said, “Michael?”
“Yes?”
“Please?”
“No. You agreed to wait at least an hour. Remember?”
She lowered her head in a pout; however, she said, “Can I at least have a good night kiss?”
“All right; but, no tricks.” Michael leaned toward her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss that left him breathless.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to sleep with you?” She asked, seductively.
Michael leaned toward her and she leaned toward him. Suddenly, he turned her around and said, “I’m sure. Now, keep your promise and wait an hour.”
She walked into her room and, as she walked, said, “Don’t fall asleep because I am going to call you in an hour.”
“Good night, Amanda. Oh, I’m locking this door.” Michael closed and locked the door. He heard her rattle the knob and then smiled as he heard her swear softly.
Michael got ready for bed, turned the covers down, and got in. He looked at the clock and noted the time as being 1546. The next thing he knew, he heard the telephone ringing. He glanced at the clock and saw the time read 1833. “Well,” he thought, “she waited over an hour.”
Michael picked up the receiver and said, “Hello, Amanda.”
There was a short pause and a masculine voice said, “I’m sorry. My name isn’t Amanda. I’m Mr. Chuot, the night desk clerk. I’ve received several calls concerning the young lady in 1111. They can hear her calling you through the wall. Is there a problem with her?”
Michael hung his head and listened. He couldn’t hear Amanda calling him but he was certain she had been. “Yes, Sir. The lady is in heat and she wants to be with me. I’ll let her in here to quiet her down.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’m certain the other guests appreciate it as well. Oh, and I’m sorry about your predicament.”
“I appreciate your sympathies.”
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Wanda opened her eyes and looked at her bed partner. Gently she caressed the breast of the woman until she opened her eyes. The chocolate brown and snow white striped bear turned her head and looked at Wanda who was smiling at her.
“What, Wanda?”
“I was just lying here and thinking. Do you think Amanda will still be a virgin when they return from Jaguarville?”
Stifling a yawn, Bertha said, “I don’t know but, knowing Michael, she probably will be. Why are you concerned about that? Are you jealous that Michael might go where you want to?”
Feigning a hurt look, Wanda said, “Bertha, how could you even remotely think that about me?”
“Because I know you, Wanda. You may prefer men but, you enjoy women as well. My being here tonight is proof of that.”
“Well, just for your information, Bertha Karhu, Amanda made it perfectly clear a couple of months ago, she isn’t interested in that with a woman. She’s only interested in one person, Michael. Why? I don’t know but she is. I mean, jeez! She could have almost any guy she wanted and she prefers a human.”
“Amanda told us that he’s the only guy that’s ever treated her decently other than her father and oldest brother. Why wouldn’t she prefer him?”
“Bertha, you’re half polar bear and half grizzly bear. You know how humans used to treat your ancestors.”
“Yes, Wanda, but that was over 20,000 years ago.”
“And what about after the changing? They made all female Humanimals into sex slaves. What about that?”
“Not all females. Besides, that was after Michael was put into stasis. So, he had nothing to do with that. If you’d just open your mind to the possibility that Michael just might be a nice guy with high morals, you might find that he’s a great guy to be around. I’m sure that’s what Amanda sees in him.”
Wanda’s caresses worked their way down Bertha’s belly. But, Bertha caught her arm and said, “Wanda, we really shouldn’t even have done that once tonight. You’ve got Robert and I’ve got Jonathan now.”
“I know, Bertha, but, I missed our times together. Since Robert and Jonathan are out of town visiting family, we should make up for lost time.”
“Oh, very well, Wanda. I guess I missed it, too. I wish I knew what it is about you that makes me want that from you. No other woman interests me like you do.”
As Wanda answered Bertha, she was sensuously kissing her. “It’s because I’ve got a lot of experience with women and you only have experience with me. You really should consider enjoying the company of other women.”
Bertha was softly moaning as she said, “I don’t want other women, Wanda. I’m only interested in you.”
**********
Michael lay in his bed for several seconds listening. He still couldn’t hear Amanda calling but he heard a light tapping on the connecting door. He got up and pulled his shorts on. He walked to the connecting door and unlocked it. It opened into his room so he slowly opened the door just in case Amanda was leaning against it. She was lying on the floor looking disheveled. Her eyes were closed but she wasn’t asleep. He also noted tracks of tears on her feline muzzle. A strong surge of sympathy passed through him and he bent down, picked her up, and carried her to his bed. As he carried her, she put her arms around his neck and her face into his shoulder. He was thinking, “I shouldn’t do this. If her parents were to find out that I had brought her to my bed, for whatever reason, I’m sure I would be forced into a shotgun wedding and that’s the last thing I want.”
Michael lay her on the bed and she opened her eyes. “I kept my promise, Michael. I waited for an hour. Why didn’t you keep your promise?” She asked, tearfully.
“I’m sorry, Amanda. I fell asleep but, you’re in my bed now. I’ll be getting into bed as soon as I can close the door and get to the other side of the bed. Just remember Amanda, no sex, just cuddling. All right?”
“Yes, Michael.”
She closed her eyes again and rolled onto her left side. Michael watched her for several seconds. She curled into a tight ball and whimpered softly. He was starting to get worried. “Is she sick? Does her heat affect her this strongly?” These thoughts crossed his mind as he closed the door and returned to the bed. He decided, as he walked, that he should lower any temptation by wearing his shorts to bed. He got into the bed and moved up behind Amanda. He slipped his left arm under her neck and his right arm went around her waist. Her whimpering died when he did that and she moved back against him. She loosened the ball she had curled into and her breathing became regular and soft. She caught his right hand and brought it up between her breasts and held it close to her heart. Every now and then, she would press his hand against her right cheek and rub her face against the palm.
A couple of minutes after he got into bed, he heard Amanda say, “Michael?” Her voice sounded stronger than when he had picked her up and brought her to the bed.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry to be such a pain to you.”
“Amanda, you aren’t a pain. You are a friend and I will do anything, within reason, to take care of you.”
She pulled his arm closer to her before she said, “I love you, Michael.” Her voice was choked with emotion. “I wish you could love me.”
“Amanda, I do love you, just not the way you want me to love you.”
“I know. I know you care about me.”
“Amanda,” Michael paused for a couple of seconds gathering his thoughts. “I would protect you from any danger I could protect you from. I would even stand between you and your mother to protect you from anything she would try to do to you.”
“I know. That’s why I love you.”
Michael rolled to where he could see the clock. “Amanda, it’s almost 1900. If we’re going to go to Brantawick tomorrow, we need to get some sleep. I’ll be here to hold you so you can sleep easy tonight.”
She took his hand, kissed it, and said, “Thank you, Michael.” That was the last thing said before they both fell asleep.
**********
Michelle switched on the light on her nightstand. Next to her lay Albert sound asleep. She looked at him for several seconds before she smiled, got out of bed, put her housecoat on to cover her nudity, and walked into the kitchen. She opened her refrigerator and took out a jug of water and poured herself a glass. She went to the dining table and sat down. As she sat there, her sister, wearing nothing at all, walked into the dining room and sat at the table across from Michelle.
“I thought I heard you moving around in here. Are you all right?”
Smiling happily, Michelle said, “Actually, Janet, I am. I can’t remember ever being happier. Albert has definitely proven to me that I was wrong to judge all men, especially caracals, by that rapist.”
“So, I’m guessing, from what I heard earlier, that you enjoyed yourself tonight?”
“Yes, Janet. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“You two kept me awake half the night. Of course, it’s my business.
“Do you think he’ll stay all night?”
“If his soft snoring is any indication, I’m guessing he will.”
Somewhat sadly, Janet said, “I guess you won’t be needing me around anymore.”
“Janet! Why would you say that? Just because I found a guy that I can trust enough to give my body to doesn’t mean that I don’t want or need you around. You’re my little sister and I love you as much as I can. It’s just that, I don’t need your protection anymore. Albert has proven to me that I was wrong all those years to not trust all men because of the fault of one.”
Janet smiled as she said, “So, will I be treated to more nights where I get to hear you being pleasured by Albert?”
Michelle glared at Janet and said, “Maybe. Jealous? I mean, you are between boyfriends right now. After living with you for a couple of years and listening to you enjoying the guys you’ve been with, I think I deserve to be the one enjoying myself for a change.”
Janet stood up, walked around the table, and kissed Michelle on the cheek. “Sister dear, I wouldn’t change that for all the tea in Chowna. I’m going back to bed. Enjoy the rest of your night with Albert.” She smiled mischievously as she said this. Michelle stuck her tongue out at Janet.
**********
An incessant ringing woke Michael. While he was still tired, he was refreshed. During the night, he had rolled onto his back and Amanda had moved to her right side and put her left arm across his chest and her left leg across his left leg. Her head was on the left side of his upper chest with his left arm around her shoulders.
As Michael came fully awake, he recognized the ringing as the telephone on the bedside table. He picked up the receiver and said, “Hello?”
A voice he recognized as Mr. Chuot’s was saying, “Mr. Thomson, do you know where Miss Fuchs is?”
Michael stammered, “Uh, yes. She’s asleep.”
“Where? She isn’t answering the telephone in her room.”
“I know where she is. Why do you need her?”
“Her mother was just here demanding to know which room is hers. She’s on her way up there right now. Mr. Thomson, Mrs. Fuchs didn’t look happy. She made threats about a human. I assumed she was talking about you.”
“Of that I’m certain. Thanks, Mr. Chuot.”
Michael looked at Amanda who was sleeping so peacefully after her earlier bout with her, for want of a better phrase, heat insanity. He hated to awaken her for fear her heat would take over and cause her problems but, he also didn’t want her mother to catch them in their compromising situation.
Michael gently shook Amanda’s shoulder and said, “Amanda.” She grunted quietly but didn’t move. He shook her shoulder a little harder and said, “Amanda! Wake up!”
She groaned and said, “No. Tired. Sleep more.”
“Amanda! Your mother is on her way up here!”
Just then, Michael heard a loud knocking on Amanda’s suite’s door. This was followed by a feminine voice saying, “Ma’am, it is 2300. You’re going to disturb our guests.”
Obviously, the woman knocking wasn’t overly concerned with the happiness of the guests because Michael heard a voice he instantly recognized as Ophelia’s, “Aman-DAH! Open this door! Open this door right NOW!”
Amanda’s eyes popped open. She whispered, “Mother!? What is she doing here?”
“Obviously, she wants you. If she catches us sleeping in the same bed, she’ll have a conniption! You need to get to your room before she convinces whoever is with her to open your door. Take the key out of that door and lock it on your side. Maybe she won’t think that I’m in this room. Now, get your tookus in gear and answer your door.”
“All right. Michael, please protect me from her as you promised.” She stopped, looked at Michael, and, with a curious look on her face, said, “Tookus?”
“Yes, it means butt.”
“Well, why didn’t you say, ‘Butt’?”
“Tookus sounds nicer. Just move, will ya?
“I’ll listen from this side of the door and, if I think it’s getting out of hand, I’ll go to your assistance. Now, go!”
Amanda quietly raced to the connecting door, pulled the key, went through, locked it again, and answered her door. Michael could hear a muffled argument and could make out Amanda’s and her mother’s voices.
“Pack your clothes; you’re coming home with me!”
“No, I’m not, Mother!”
“Don’t argue with me, young lady. You’ll do what I tell you. I don’t want you anywhere near that human.”
“Michael is a nice guy, Mother. He treats me with respect. Which is more than I can say for some people!”
“What are you implying?”
“You’ve never loved me; you’ve never thought I was good enough to be your daughter. That’s what I’m saying.”
“Why you ungrateful . . .”
“Yes, I’m ungrateful. That’s why I went out and got my own job doing what I enjoy. Now, go home and let me live my life the way I want to live it!”
“Don’t you backtalk me, you little . . .”
Michael was just about to walk to Amanda’s room and interfere when he heard a masculine voice. “Ophelia! What are you doing here!?” It was Mr. Fuchs’s voice.
“Jacob, tell this ungrateful whelp that she’s coming home with us.”
“No, Ophelia.”
“What!? What did you say to me?”
“I said, ‘No.’”
“Jacob Fuchs, you listen to me.”
“No, Ophelia. You listen to me. I told Edward that he could send Amanda on this trip with Michael. Unlike you, I’ve spoken with Michael. He’s a trustworthy, intelligent, and moral gentleman. He won’t hurt Amanda and I doubt he will allow her to be hurt if he can prevent it.”
“I don’t care, Jacob; he’s a human.”
Michael heard Amanda crying and he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care what happened to him. He had promised Amanda to protect her and protect her he was going to do. He still had his shorts on, so he got out of bed, left his room, and walked to Amanda’s door. Just as he was about to knock on the door, it opened and he was looking into Mr. Fuchs’s face.
“Ah, Michael, you saved me some steps.” He said. “Come in.”
Michael entered the room; he didn’t look at anybody; he walked straight to Amanda and took her in his arms. She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest, crying with body wracking sobs.
“Michael. Please.” Amanda cried plaintively.
“It’s all right, Amanda. I’m here. You’re safe now. Please don’t cry.” He said.
Mrs. Fuchs said, “Get away from her.”
Slowly, Michael turned his head to look at Mrs. Fuchs. He glared at her as he said, “Why? Don’t you like for someone to show Amanda she’s worthy to be loved? Don’t you want someone to hold her when she cries? Well, too bad. I’m going to sit here and hold her until she feels better. So—leave—her—alone!” He practically growled the last few words. He made his words all the more intimidating by never raising his voice.
Michael spoke softly and reassuringly into Amanda’s ear. He heard Mrs. Fuchs say, “Jacob, say something.”
“Very well, I will. Come on, Ophelia. We’re going home.”
Mrs. Fuchs started sputtering and muttering but couldn’t think of anything to say. Just before they left, Michael said, “Just a minute, Mr. Fuchs.” They stopped. “Mrs. Fuchs, when was the last time you decided to visit Amanda?”
“What? About three months ago. Why?”
“The day you saw me in Amanda’s apartment, right?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Do you know when Amanda goes into heat?”
“Of course, I do. I was there when she experienced it for the first time and it occurs every thirteen weeks.”
“And it was thirteen weeks ago that you visited her and, like this time, you started an argument with her. Now, I don’t know much about Humanimals in heat but, if it’s anything like when a human female experiences PMS, her emotional stability is weak. So, I want to know; are you trying to drive her over the edge?” Michael stared at Mrs. Fuchs as he spoke.
Mrs. Fuchs flinched when he asked the question. She sputtered and looked at Mr. Fuchs. “Jacob, did you hear what he said?”
Mr. Fuchs thought for a second, turned to his wife and said, “Yes, I heard. Are you? I never thought about it but you rarely talk to her, except when she’s in heat and then you start fights with her.”
“I can’t believe you would accuse me of that. She’s my daughter!”
“Well, you finally acknowledge that!”
Amanda was holding Michael’s arm in a death-grip and had curled into a tight ball. She was whimpering. Michael was becoming angrier and angrier with her mother. He said, “Mrs. Fuchs, please leave. Can’t you see how your presence is affecting Amanda? She was happy earlier this evening when she and I were at dinner. Now, she’s afraid I’m going to leave her alone with you.”
“What!? What do you mean!?”
“Look at her. Look at the way she’s curled up; look at the way she’s holding my arm; listen to her whimpering. She’s afraid of you.”
“I’ve never hurt her.”
“Not physically perhaps but, you’ve hurt her in the worst kind of way. You’ve never shown her love; you‘ve only criticized her. You never held her as a kit, did you?” As Michael was speaking, he was gently caressing Amanda’s muzzle and stroking her hair.
Mrs. Fuchs got a faraway look on her face. Michael hoped she was thinking about how she had treated Amanda as a kit. After a few seconds, her face hardened as she glared at him. Her look could have boiled a gallon of water in fifteen seconds.
Mr. Fuchs looked at Amanda, his face full of concern for his daughter. Finally, he said, “Come on Ophelia, we’re going home. Now!”
Mr. Fuchs walked over to Amanda, kissed her left cheek, and said to her, “Enjoy your time with Michael, Amanda. I’ll talk to you when you get back home.”
Amanda relaxed a bit until Mrs. Fuchs started toward her. Amanda started whimpering again. “Ophelia,” Mr. Fuchs said, “she doesn’t want you near her.”
“But . . .”
“Now, Ophelia!” Mr. Fuchs said as he spun his forefinger in a circle and pointed it toward the door.
As Mrs. Fuchs walked through the door, she turned, gave Michael one last dirty look, and said, “This isn’t over by a long shot, human.”
Mr. Fuchs looked at Michael and said, “Michael, take care of her. Do whatever will make her happy and feel better.” He whispered into Michael’s ear, “I mean anything, Michael. I know how she feels about you so, I won’t hold it against you.” He stepped back, nodded at Michael, and then walked out of Amanda’s room, closing the door behind him.
Michael smiled to himself and thought, “If only he knew.”
Michael looked at Amanda and said, “Do you want to return to my room?”
Still shivering slightly and fighting tears, she said, “Is it all right?”
“I told you that you could sleep there with me until Tuesday morning, just no sex. Okay?”
She smiled and said, “Okay.”
“Can you walk or do you want me to carry you?”
“If I can lean on you, I can walk.”
“Good. You wore me out last night. You need to lay off the desserts for a while.” Michael said, smiling at her.
“When I feel better, I’m going to bite you for that.” She said, smiling in return.
They returned to Michael’s room and he walked her to her side of the bed. She got in, he covered her, kissed her cheek, and walked to his side. When he got there, she lifted the covers for him and then snuggled against him after he got into the bed. He glanced at the clock, saw that it read 2353, and thought, “We can sleep for another hour or so. If she feels up to it, we can eat breakfast and take the drive to Brantawick. I’d love to see how things have changed there over the last 20,000 years.” Shortly afterward, Michael drifted off to sleep.
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