~~~~~~~~~~ Part 3 The following day everything hurt. As Sabrina got up and went into the shower turning the heat all the way up. Feeling vaguely normal again, Sabrina went and got dressed. For the first time, she decided to wear something other than pants. While making sure to pack a gym bag with a swimsuit. Dressed in a sweater and denim skirt, Sabrina was out the door to meet her father to ride to the impound yard to pick up her car. When Sabrina got in her dad's car, she immediately regretted asking her dad for a ride. "So, kiddo, when were you going to tell me you worked in the porn industry?" "Oh Jesus, dad," Sabrina said as she facepalmed. "How did you know?" "I met her at the hospital. Zig-Zag there is a skunk with that fur pattern that is hard to miss. So should I be worried about you appearing in any movies I buy?" Said Warren. Sabrina looked up and groaned, "Kill me now, look. "I don't work in front of the cameras, Dad. I handle the online store and forum." Warren was quiet for a few moments, then asked. "Your boss was awfully clingy. Are you two…" "None of your business… "So you are bonking her." Warren said as he turned to his daughter. "Red LIGHT DAD!!" Sabrina screamed. Warren's eyes snapped back to the road. Then, seeing the red light, he made a snap decision. With no time to stop, he threaded the needle between two cars blowing through the intersection. Then both heard a police siren. Then, looking behind Sabrina and Warren, both saw cherry and berries flashing. Sabrina opened the glove compartment to get her dad's insurance information. The police officer knocked on the window. Warren rolled down the window. "Care to tell me why you blew through a red light at seventy miles per hour?" Asked the motorcycle cop. An Officer Calico from the name tag. "I was having a conversation with my daughter. Certain revelations blew my mind." Warren answered, handing her his license and registration. "Must've been some revelations." The cop said, taking out the ticket book. "Just found out that my daughter came out of the closet, is working in the porn industry and shagging her boss." Warren said as nonchalantly as possible. “DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!” Sabrina screamed as she put her face in both her hands The officer, her name was Calico, dropped her pen. "Seriously?" Warren just nodded. Bending down to get her pen. The cop looked into the car and saw a younger skunk glaring death at her father, and her father was totally unaffected by it. Handing back Warren's papers. "I'm letting you off with a warning. Try to keep the family drama stationary." Warren nods. Officer Calico walked away, shaking her head. "Daddy!" Sabrina said accusingly. "Hey, it got me out of a traffic ticket!" Warren said. "At the cost of MY reputation!" "And that reputation has now saved me sixty-percent or more on my car insurance." Sabrina blinked her eyes. "...Seriously?" "Get a traffic ticket, and your insurance holds it against you for three years to the day," the young woman's father replied in all seriousness. "Besides, what's the worst that can happen from telling that officer about your boss? Of course, I didn't give any names." "Just drive." Sabrina said as she turned on the radio. ----------------------- Noticing that her cell phone was ringing inside her purse, the Tiger Skunk pulled her face out from the pair of Lynx thighs, squeezing her head to answer it. "Hello?" "So," a familiar feline voice on the line began. "When were you going to let ME know you found another plaything in the form of such a cute skunk with glasses?" —-------------------- The rest of the drive to the impound yard was done in silence. The police were kind enough to install a new window. However, they left the dents. There were skull-sized dents in the sheet metal on the roof. Both Sabrina and Warren stood there wide-eyed. "Hooooly shiiiiiit." Sabrina said, dragging out the words in appreciation. "Your boss did this? Remind me to thank her." Warren said. One of the mechanics came by with a clipboard and handed it to Sabrina, who signed the paperwork to retrieve her vehicle. She thought it was a relatively painless process until two blocks later when her car just up and died. Sighing, she got out of the car and popped the hood. Sabrina may have been a computer geek, but she knew a little about a lot. After a check of the battery and other connections that she could easily see, she went back in her car to try to start the engine again. If she had to guess, the engine wasn't getting fuel... As for fixing it. She knew she should've paid attention more when her dad was trying to teach her basic auto repair. Groaning, Sabrina got her cell and called work, telling them she would be late. Then triple A to get the car towed. Then Sabrina braced herself for another awkward car ride with her dad. It was as if the universe was determined to see if someone could die of embarrassment. Another thirty-minute drive, and it was with great physical relief felt Sabrina when the studio came into view. Sabrina saw construction going on the empty lot next to the studio. When she got out of the car, her dad followed her. "Dad, what are you doing?" Sabrina asked. "I want a tour also I want to give your girlfriend the standard talk Father girlfriend talk." Warren said. "Daddy…" Sabrina whined as she opened the door. "Oh don't deny this to me I've been practicing this moment since you were born." Warren said proudly. "After all the day you were born I bought a shotgun." Both walked to Zig's office; thankfully, it wasn't far, and Sabrina didn't have to listen to her dad unleash his full arsenal of dad jokes. "...Sooooo..." Zig-Zag drawled out, breaking the tense silence. "Which one of you thought it was a good idea to tell the police that I was in a relationship with Sabrina?" Both pure skunks lifted their heads in surprise until Sabrina thumbed over to her old man. "He did it." The tigerskunk blinked her eyes in surprise at that. "Warren?" Nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders, the older male politely replied. "Well... it was either explain why I was driving erratically or get a traffic ticket." "Ah!" The hybrid beauty chirruped. "That explains how my pal on the force found out..." she let out a small sigh. "Of course, now the entire police station will know. And that means they're going to try that much harder to get into my panties." "Excuse me!?" Sabrina gasped at hearing that. Smirking deviously, the Porn Starlet explained, "You'd be surprised how many of those hard-bodied males once worked for or with me during their college days to pay for said education. And once you go skunk white and black, you never go back." "Yup...I can attest to that.' Said warren, turning to his daughter, invoking his parental prerogative to embarrass her. "Why I do remember that time with Endora…" Sabrina had enough. "Out!" As she turned her father around and pushed him out of the office. "Between your stunt earlier, my back I can't take anymore." "But my tour. Also I didn't give your girlfriend the talk." Warren complained "OUT! DAMN IT OUT! Are you trying to give me a migraine." Sabrina ranted. Zig-Zag laughed and then helped Sabrina push Warren out of the studio. "I'm a father, it's in my contract." "OUT!!!" Once Warren was out the door. Sabrina leaned her head against the wall and groaned. "Family sucks." Zig-Zag came up behind her and hugged her. "But they are also worth it. Listen how about a half day today, then we go swimming and to the spa I know a professional masseuses that can help with your back." Sabrina was about to protest. But Zig-Zag beat her to it. "My employees are my family. I would offer this if.." "Thanks Zig." "Anytime babe." ZigZag cooed as she reached a hand out in an attempt to scratch the top of her head. "Anytime..." However, before said hand could make contact with her favorite employee's scalp, the 'A~hem' of another employee's voice interrupted the pair. Turning the head towards the northern wall, Darke Katt stood in her janitorial overalls, wearing yellow rubber dishwashing gloves. "...Just how long were you standing there, Darke?" "Long enough to hear we're treated like family," the head of Double Z Studio's Maintenance replied in a firm voice. "So what's this I hear about you offering trips to the spa and attention of professional masseuses to employees? Does that include me?" The Tiger Skunk just stared at her office's custodian for a few moments before responding, "I distinctly added an, 'if' in there. And that an 'if' as in, 'if they're having sexual relations with me." The black-furred feline glared daggers at her employers but said nothing. She didn't have to as a vulpine muzzle pressed itself against the small glass window in the wooden door to ZigZag's workroom. "REALLY?" Sheila chirruped. "DOES THAT MEAN I GET TO GO TO THE SPA TOO?" Bringing a hand to her face, the Porn Starlet and Boss of the Double-Z Studios pinched the space of her middle ridge between her eyes in an attempt to avert an oncoming migraine. But was it really too much to try and get some alone time with Sabrina? Zig-Zag had the look of a woman drowning in troubles. 'Well, time to woman up and help your significant other, girl.' But then started giggling and then went on to a full-on belly laugh as her girlfriend stepped on a landmine. Then. "OW.." Sabrina grabbed her side and hissed in pain. "FUCK THAT WEASEL WITH A BARBWIRE JACKHAMMER." That bout of profanity from Sabrina, of all people, brought the ensuing fracas to a stop. Zig-Zag turned around and checked Sabrina's side. "Fuck that hurts the doctor wasn't kidding about any strenuous activity." She groaned. "I'm fine. Zig." sighing. "For those that haven't been keeping up with recent events. I've been shot,.three times in the stomach and was in a three day coma. Coming out of that coma I asked." She paused and decided to reword this. "I did the unthinkable. I asked this loveable nympho who has been in the porn industry so long. That her first three fall back plans are." Sabrina listed each one off with her fingers. "Sex, sex and yes of course sex." Zig-Zag looked like she was going to make an objection but then closed her mouth and meekly nodded. "As for the offer of doing half days work and a spa day." Sabrina lifted her sweater showing Darke, Shelia, and a slowly growing mob of employees the long nasty surgical scar held closed by staples. "The asshat that caused this also managed to nick my spine causing a disc in my back to rupture. So that's pressing against the nerves running down my back sending misfires of pain signals. In short it feels like my lower back, legs and tail are being randomly shocked by a sadist. So if you want a spa day first, you have to get shot first any takers?" Stacey slowly raised a hand. Sighing, Sabrina decided to humor her fellow Memphite. "Yes?" "Not to make light of what happened to you, I'm just curious. Do money shots count?" half of the skunk 'twins' queried innocently. Chuckling while shaking her head, the glasses-adorned techie of Double-Z Studios replied, "Nice try. But sorry, girl, but that's a no. No, it does not." There were a multitude of sighs around the office as others slowly mull out and away from Zig-Zag's office... ...Except Darke Katt. Once the majority of the staff had left, she undid her overalls. She pulled them down, ignoring how despite wearing underwear, she could feel the rather attentive gaze of her boss. Finally, once she had them down to her knees, she showed off the rather nasty bare pockmark ring on her interior left thigh. "I got hit by a ricocheting bullet by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Does that count?" Sabrina and Zig-Zag traded looks. "You made the rules Sabrina." Zig-Zag said. Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Okay you got me. That counts. But can you take a raincheck on it? This is kinda therapy for me and her." Sabrina gestured between her and Zig-Zag. Drake arched an eyebrow. "Therapy? Seriously?" "Yes.. our favorite nympho here." Put an arm over Zig-Zag's shoulder and pulls her closer. "Learns self-control. I learn to loosen up and not fear physical closeness and punch her when she gets too grabby.." The custodian just stands there and blinks. Then laughs, "Oh my frickin god you're teaching her manners?!?" Darke laughs and then walks out of the office. From the other side of the office door. Both skunks can hear. "CALL THE VATICAN, IT'S A MIRACLE SABRINA IS TEACHING ZIG-ZAG SELF CONTROL AND MANNERS!" Zig-Zag broke the embrace and looked at Sabrina. "What was that about not changing me?" "Well it was either tell her that or have a third wheel for our impromptu date. A date with Darke as our third wheel?" Sabrina sighed. "Besides it's not a complete lie. As long as I have these damn staples you are learning the mystic arts of self-control." "When did you get so devious?" Zig-Zag asked as she hugged. "Strategy video games." Sabrina answered. "Bless your nerdy little heart." Zig-Zag leaned over to kiss her. Sabrina smiled. "Now then... before we pick up and leave... is there anything I should know about our current vids before I come to work tomorrow?" Shrugging her shoulders, the woman's employer... and possible girlfriend... gave her a charismatic reply: "Oh just some stuff for a possible streaming service on the Studio Website. No biggie; we can just look over it tomorrow." She grinned a bit more deviously. "Who knows? Maybe one of the girls will be showing Warren around here and you can meet up with him tomorrow morning." "...I don't like to think of my dad hooking up with any of the actresses here." "Who said it had to be an actress?" The Tigerskunk flashed her eyelids twice before bursting out laughing at Sabrina's expression. And the implications of what had been said sunk in. ————————— When Sabrina left Zig-Zag's office, she needed to talk to someone after ten minutes of asking around. She finally found one of the persons she could talk to about her current predicament. "Stacey." "Oh hey Sabrina, sorry for that money shot joke. But ya know spa day." Stacey replied, turning to face Sabrina. "Don't worry about it," Sabrina replied, brushing it off. "But you got a moment to talk to me in my office while I work?" "About, Zig-Zag?" Stacey asked. "That and more like questions and advice I can't get from my Dad." Sabrine stuck her thumb and pinky out and her hand close to her head like a telephone. "'Hi dad, can you give me advice on dating a woman and not getting jealous about her chosen profession.' I already had to deal with my father once today on this topic and that was kind of headache inducing. English is his second language, his first is sarcasm." Stacey winced. "Ouch." Stacey looked around the set and nodded. "Yeah we're doing nothing important and I can spare ten or twenty minutes." A few minutes later, the two were in Sabrina's office. Stacey was seated in a chair on the right side of Sabrina's desk. With this layout, Sabrina could still talk face to face with Stacey with a slight turn of the chair or glance to the side while still doing her work. Sabrina found this more polite than placing someone on the opposite side of the desk with a monitor as a significant obstacle between them... "So Sabrina what is it that you usually do in here?" Stacey asked. "I design/handle the digital store and forum. I make sure the digital store matches what we have in stock. Try to keep herd on what I suspect or great many minors, horndogs, freaks of nature on our forum page. Occasionally I have to crack the whip to remind them that we do live in a society and sometimes I deploy the ban hammer to get my point across to some sadist that won't get the message. 'No, no matter how many times you ask, we will not use chainsaws and explosive-filled dildos on camera.'" Stacey looked dumbfounded. Sabrina looked at Stacey. "Zig, had the bright idea of adding a suggestion box. I clean out some of the more asinine ideas." A blank expression remained on Stacey's face for a moment. Then, finally, she re-uttered, "Chainsaws? Are you sure they're not suggesting we repurpose power tools and add…" Snorting in annoyance, the techie skunk answered her Memphite sister from another mister. Then, with a firm, "No, how did you think I got the graphic revenge fantasy for my shooter from earlier? These are some serious freaks." Stacey sits there momentarily and processes what she had just been told. "If this is your daily routine. Then I can see how you developed the patience and verbal judo to deal with Zig-Zag's antics." Sabrina just let out a snort of laughter. "But we're getting off-topic. When I started this weird and wonderful venture, I knew there was no way any romantic relationship with Zig was going to be monogamous…." Sabrina tried to find the words but trailed off. Stacey nodded. "Well I suspect that you are not going to stray but allow her to roam?" "Something like that…." said before mumbling," Well, I may have hinted at a foursome with us, you and Tracey." Sabrina blushed. Stacey decided to let that pass. Things for Sabrina were awkward enough as is. "Well there is one thing to keep in mind. What we do is essentially is extremely close contact acting." Sabrina stopped her work at her computer and looked at Stacey. "Really I thought.," But Stacey cut her off. "You thought it was easy as roll camera and screw? Phhfft Sometimes it can be as romantic as a root canal. Stopping everything while everyone freezes in place as the camera re-positions. With Tina and Zig-Zag being perfectionists they are. This leads to retakes scenes that kills the mood. Which leads too levels of sexual frustration only found on naval ships." Sabrina blinked a few times as she made the connections. "Which leaves to the actors blowing off pressure in every semi quiet corner they can find." Stacey nodded. "Though you really should've talked to Cathy since her husband is an actor and she's backstage crew." "I thought about it but today is her day off, but I felt this was something I had to talk to someone about now." Sabrina shrugged. "And since you and Tracey are so close.." Stacey leaned back in her chair and nodded; Sabrina, on the other hand, is right now, quietly realizing how stunning Stacey looks, shaking her head and focusing her eyes on the computer screen. Stacey crosses her legs and notices Sabrina look out of the corner of her eyes at her. 'Oh she's discovering things about herself never knew. I wonder if things don't work out with Zig-Zag I if I can convince Tracey to add Sabrina here as a third becoming triplets and if things workout with Zig-Zag maybe a quartet?' Stacey thought. 'Down girl, Sabrina is putting herself out on a limb here. She's right for the moment she needs someone to talk too. And I will do my best to talk to Sabrina about ZigZag... about me and Tracey... and about the wonders of Dildos... beautiful, fulfilling dildos. Especially the biggest, white and blackest ones. Damn it down girl down. The last thing she needs is to smell your musk and spook her.' "Well everyone is going to be breathing a sigh of relief around here." Stacey said. "The unresolved tension between Zig-Zag and you was kind of driving everyone nuts." Giggling. "Remember the time you caught us on set and I was dressed as you?" Sabrina stopped typing for a moment and looked at Stacey for a moment before giggling and then stopping herself. "Please don't make me laugh. Stacey unless you literally want to watch me bust a gut." That caused Stacey to stop leaning back in her chair and sit up and lean on the desk. "If your that banged up what the hell are you doing at work?" "I'm at work because my friend Amy whom I've known since we were in 6th grade. Is going to be a insufferable bitch taking absolutely no pity on me. Not for my injuries but for me going back on my. 'I'm never going to date a porn stars policy.' Seriously she laughed for thirty minutes straight when she found out that I worked at a porn studio." Sabrina moaned. "and Dad all but used my new relationship, sudden shift in sexuality and my job to get out of a traffic ticket. Plus I really don't want to deal with my hyper active baby sister to many awkward questions she doesn't need to know." "You, have a sister how old?" Stacey asked. "She's six. Mom had her when I was thirteen. Mom didn't make it drunk driver." Sabrina said, prempeting the subject. "You're nineteen? You don't.." Stacey was surprised at Sabrina's maturity. "I had to grow up, fast lots of new responsibilities so yeah I had the social life of a rock until college, besides I'll be twenty soon." Stacey sat up and got comfortable in her chair. "Well that makes two of you. Zig had to grow up fast too but she had way worse. As a Hybrid sometimes those traits skip a generation well they hit her hard. Being the odd one out didn't make her friends her parents were also no great prizes either." "Shame we didn't meet as kids I was the girl that played with burned victims because they were lonely." Sabrina said as she went back to work. Stacey crossed her arms under her breasts. "Don't ask how I know this. Puberty kicked in earlier than most. That's when her father decided to take an interest. The wrong kind of interest. She had to get out of there but to support herself." Sabrina winced. "Annd.. the being in the business to long comment I made earlier has returned roost. She either has great self-control. Or her therapist does good work." So Sabrina said as someone who just learned that they took a sightseeing detour through an unmarked minefield. "Don't pity her, Sabrina, while I don't think she ever saw a shrink. She turned her situation into a grim game of revenge. See, Zig-Zag also has a younger brother and sisters and she swore she'd get them out of there. This place." Stacey waves a finger around, "is a promise made ture. To get enough cash to buy the best Lawyer and get her siblings into foster homes." "She didn't try to get custody?" This shocked Sabrina. Her first instinct would be to get custody of Tabitha. Stacey sighed. “Zig-Zag is pragmatic as hell. I think she was worried that might be a lost cause from the start, so she put all her effort into the most feasible option." "Damned bible thumpers." Sabrina sighed. "I guess I'm going to catch flak from them. Guilt by association and all that." "Don't get me started. Christian kindness my ass. You don't know how lucky you have it Sabrina. Your father may give grief about your sexuality but at least he still loves you. Mine parents… "Stacey groaned. "Classic religious conservatives. With a cross stuck so far up both of their asses. Wouldn't let me see the classic disney movies because it may have been "satanic" "Stacey made the air quotes when she said satanic. "Thank god Tracey's parents are hippes." "Even Darke catches hell for it from the old battle axes and she is a janitor." Stacey said as she looked around the room, finding a poster for a cartoon with two women on it. A red-headed lynx and a purple-haired spaniel in boots, hot pants, and windowed halter tops in action pose with Title Dirty Pair. She decided to change the subject. "The Dirty Pair? Sounds like me and Tracey." Stacey said while chuckling. "No, but that doesn't stop the fans from drawing and printing a ton of pornographic fan manga in japan most of it have the two becoming bisexual lovers while trawlling for men." Sabrina, as said, clicked and typed away. "Oh this definitely sounds like us." Stacey laughed. "Not unless you and Tracey or intergalactic space cops with a penchant for leaving massive swaths of destruction." Sabrina countered. "Whoa.. then why make them a couple?" "Because they argue like a married couple. But then again the internet will pair anyone with anyone or anything regardless of rhyme or reason." Sabrina smiles. "You know Stacey you and Tracey would probably kill it as Dirty Pair Cosplayers at an anime convention." "Not to be a downer, but that sounds rather dull and juvenile, dear," Stacey said with a sniff. "Pfft. What's wrong with being a kid? No the convention scene can get a little wild after dark." Sabrina said. "With a smile a traveling Burlesque troupe. The pop culture striptease." Sabrina looks at Stacey and giggles. "You'll never look at at superhero movies the same way agian." She sighed. "There are late night viewings of the more "adult" materials and then there is the adult area in the Vendor Hall." Stacey got a gleam in her eye. Right before Sabrina shot her down. "Before you say anything. The reason why I know about it is that it's advertised in the convention booklet." Sabrina opens her desk drawer and pulls out a booklet for an upcoming con to Stacey as she begins to get up and stretch and pace the room. "You'd be surprised what you people can cram into one weekend." Stacey watched as Sabrina started to lay down on the couch. "Back giving you trouble?" Sabrina nodded. "Here, let me help you." Stacey squatted and pulled on a hidden bar and pulled. Then, turning the sofa into a futon, "Almost all the couches can double as beds." "Should I be worried about becoming pregnant from sitting on the other sofas around here?" Sabrina said in mock horror. "No, Darke has a crew that comes in weekly to give everything a deep clean. Now lay down and take off your shirt and skirt I'll tend to your back." Stacey snapped like a nurse. "No offense but.." Sabrina started to say. "Easy Sabrina, I was studying to be a physical therapist. When I had to unexpectedly change jobs." Stacey said as she left the room. "I'm going to get some heating pads. I'll be right back." While walking to the first aid closet to get the needed heating pads, Stacey ran into her other half. "Stacey, there you are. You weren't there to cheer me on during my scene." "Hey, Luv. I was busy helping a newly bicurious individual answer some questions." Stacey said as she loaded up with towels and heating pads from the first aid cabinet. "Who?.. Tracey asked. "Sabrina." "Sabrina our Sabrina the nerdy one who runs our website?" Tracey was gobsmacked. "The same Sabrina who was so uptight she showed up to work in a business suit?" "Yup, it even gets better. She's dating Zig-Zag and Sabrina wouldn't mind a quick threesome with us. Or at I don't she would object judging by the way she was checking me out." Stacey stated, Tracey stopped. Stacey looked behind her, and before Stacey could say anything. "Shhhh shhh... I think I can hear the Twilight Zone Theme." Tracey said, then looked around as if in search of Rod Sterling. Chuckling, Stacey said. "Come on, Luv, just remember I've got my physical therapist hat on today. So don't spook her. Sabrina's back is really messed up." That brought the joking atmosphere to a stop. "It could've been anyone of us. We all work late hours occasionally." Tracey said. "Yeah, it could've," Stacey said, reaching an arm around her lover. Entering Sabrina’s office the dou found it’s occupant face down on the futon. She had done what was asked and she removed her skirt and took off her sweater and hiked up her her T-shirt. “I’m back, I hope you don’t mind but Tracey followed me.” Stacey said a she laid out what she needed on the coffee table. “She can stay as long as she doesn’t get grabby.” Sabrina said as she used her sweater as a pillow. “Awww. Buzzkill.” Tracey giggled. “Take it up with my back.” Sabrina said sourly. “Well, I can help with that.” Stacey said and with a snap she started the chemical reaction activated the heating gel packs. “Alright Sabrina I need to get up on the futon it’s too low to the ground. I’ll Have to straddle you upper legs and tail to do this.” “I understand.” As Stacy straddled Sabrina Tracey pouted. Stacy shot her lover a look before she went to work her fingers gently probing Sabrina’s spine starting from the tail and working up, Sabrina she hissed in pain, but quickly sighed as Stacey worked the muscle groups to the side. “So Sabrina why did you drive in with your dad?” “My car died. I think it was the fuel system but fixing it was a bit beyond me.” “Oh?” Tracey asked from her spot at the computer desk as she fired up a game of solitaire. “Who did you piss off? Because it sounds like someone is out to get you.” “I don’t know I guess it’s my turn to be god’s, fate’s or whatever’s chew toy. Though I wish to hell it would stop.” Sabrina sighed as Stacey started to place the now warm gel packs on Sabrina’s lower back. “I really wish I could bring the car. It would be a good object lesson of not to piss Zig-Zag off.” “Oh, How so?” Stacey said as she worked the rest of Sabrina’s back. Sabrina groaned in relief. “Zig-Zag went berzerk and slammed that bastard so hard against the roof of my car. His face left multiple impression in the sheet metal.” Sabrina chuckled cruelly. Then the door to the office opened and Zig-Zag stepped in taking in the scene. “Sabrina I’m so proud of you. You planned a foursome all on your own.” Stacey quickly hopped off the futon. Banging her shin against the coffee table she yelped in pain for a few before grabbing a cold pack and walking over to the unoccupied chair by the computer. “Keep dreaming Ziggy,” Sabrina said from her face down position on the futon. “I needed to have some girl talk with Stacey. Then my back decided that conversation was boring.” Zig-Zag picked up the thread. “That’s when Stacey said she was studying to be a physical therapist and where Stacey goes Tracey is sure to follow.” “Yup.” Tracey chirped from the computer chair. “Found out from Stacey we’re living in the Twilight Zone because the impossible has happened.” “I really wish I could bring the car. It would be a good object lesson of not to piss Zig-Zag off.” “Oh, How so?” Stacey said as she worked the rest of Sabrina’s back. Sabrina groaned in relief. “Zig-Zag went berzerk and slammed that bastard so hard against the roof of my car. His face left multiple impression in the sheet metal.” Sabrina chuckled cruelly. Then the door to the office opened, and Zig-Zag stepped in, taking in the scene. “Sabrina, I’m so proud of you. You planned a foursome all on your own.” “Keep dreaming Ziggy,” Sabrina said from her face-down position on the futon. “I needed to have some girl talk with Stacey. Then my back decided that conversation was boring.” Zig-Zag picked up the thread. “That’s when Stacey put on her physical therapists hat and where Stacey goes Tracey is sure to follow.” “Yup.” Tracey chirped from the computer chair. “Found out from Stacey we’re living in the Twilight Zone because the impossible has happened. Pure incorruptible Sabrina has finally succumbed to the devilish delights of this place.” Sabrina just chuckled. “Not quite Tracey. I got a peak past the pornstar image and I liked what I saw so I figured what the hell. As far as corruption goes I going to bring out her inner nerd or die drying.” “Wait, she has a inner nerd?” “Don’t go spreading that tidbit of information around girl.” Zig-Zag said as she sat down on the futon and gave Sabrina a playful swat on the behind. Sabrina winced. "Careful how hard you pat. My spine is still very sensitive." As she sat up to put on her sweater shirt and sweater back on. Zig-Zag considered that. "Right, right. Even with padding it's direct contact. I'll pay you somewhere else." And so she reached out and did so. The injured mustelidae twitched slightly. "Zig?" "Yes, Sabrina?" "Why are you patting my chest?" Smiling ever-so-sweetly, the Tigerskunk beauty answered, "While you have decidedly more padding the back, the air-bags up front are safer to show my affection to."