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Not sure why it?s doing that.  ", "writing": "Part 2\n\nTammy sat across from me at the kitchen table happily gobbling down slice after slice of pizza. Cheese and pepperoni. She said that was her favorite. Funny, it was mine too. \n\n\"How long do you think it will take us to fix that truck up?\" She asked before washing down the food with a swig of soda.\n\n\"Us?\" I asked. \"Are you planning on helping me through the whole project?\"\n\nThe little bear cub nodded. \"I think it's so cool that you can fix things. I want to learn how to do that.\" \n\n\"I suppose it depends on how involved we want to get.\" I said. \"The truck needs a lot of work, but just getting it running shouldn't be too difficult. Several months at most. If we want to do a complete restoration, body, paint, interior, that could take years given my current rate of progress.\"\n\n\"We should paint it pink.\" She decided. Undaunted by the prospect of years.\n\nI grimaced at the mental image of a pink pick-up. \"I'll think about it.\" I told her. Such a strange circumstance to have her sitting there. Her mother had been so eager to have her \"alone time\" that she didn't even think twice about pawning her off on a complete stranger. Though I expect that her boyfriend was used to getting what he wanted from her. After all, she had even uprooted her family for him. Tammy seemed to understand that she's become a fifth wheel in their household. \n\n\"We have a lot of time to think about that,\" I said, \"but what are we going to do tonight? Want to watch a movie or something?\"\n\n\"Hmmm...\" She made a dramatic effort at thinking. Putting a finger on the side of her face while squinting one eye and looking upward. \"Do you have any video games?\"\n\n\"I have a few.\" I said. \"What sort of games do you like?\"\n\n\"I like any game,\" Tammy told me, \"as long as they're fun.\" \n\n\"My games are in the last room down the hall.\" I said as I pointed toward the far side of the house. \"Go pick one out when you're done eating.\"\n \n\"I'm done right now.\" She said dropping a half-eaten slice onto her plate before hopping out of the chair. The cub rushed down the hall and toward my game room. \n\n\"Oh, hey!\" I called after her. \"Wash up first! I don't want pizza grease on my controllers.\" \n\nTammy grunted out: \"Ugh!\" before stomping dramatically into the bathroom, leaving me to clean up the kitchen. I busied myself clearing the table and wrapping up the uneaten portion of the food for later. Her unfinished slice I finished myself. Waste not want not, or something like that. After that I checked on her clothes in the washer. Upon close inspection I could still see the faint greasy stains, though the color didn't seem to be affected by the heavy-duty cleaner. I hit them with a more liberal pre-treatment and ran the wash again. When I finished I joined Tammy in my game room. \n\n\"You have lots of games!\" She told me excitedly. \"And all the consoles.\" She was looking through the cabinet under the giant flat screen television. \"I've never even seen this system before!\"\n\n\"Yeah, that one is an old one that was popular way before you were born.\" I told her. \"It's my first one that I played when I was about your age. I just keep it here as a conversation piece.\" \n\n\"Can we play it?\"\n\n\"Uh, sure, I have to hook it up first.\" I said. I wasn't very confident that she would enjoy it. Gameing had evolved quite a bit in the last twenty years so it might not be what she had come to expect. Upon firing up the old system I could only cringe at the dated graphics, but Tammy seemed thrilled to be playing, what to her at least, was a brand-new game system. It didn't take her long to pick up on how to use the simplified, archaic controller, and she didn't seem to mind the poor graphics of the system. I kept expecting that she would soon tire of the less in-depth game experience but she appeared to be enjoying herself. After trying several of the old games she finally settled on a racing game. Which worked out well because it had a two player mode. \n\n\"Oh! Oh! I'm coming right up behind you!\" I teased as my car slowly closed the gap she had gained.\n\n\"No way!\" She said as her car sped around a corner. We had both started playing next to each other on the couch, but she eventually elected to sit on the floor instead. Maybe figuring she could play better if she was closer to the screen. She worked the controller in such a way that it appeared she was putting her whole body into it, even though that doesn't help. It was cute to watch though. \n\n\"I'm gonna beat you this time!\" She declared, but my vehicle pulled up alongside of hers and attempted to overtake. \n\n\"No, no, no, no, no!\" She whined, putting all her body into trying to make the car go faster. At that point one of the annoying computer driven racers swerved right in front of my car. I did a bit of my own body english into the controller, but it was unavoidable. I rear ended the car and Tammy sped forward. \n\n\"Ah, fuck!\" I uttered. \n\nTammy laughed triumphantly only to have another computer driver pull the same maneuver on her.\n\n\"Fuck!\" She complained as her car wiped out and off the road. Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just said and looked at me sheepishly. I guess that's not something she's supposed to say. I just giggled. \n\n\"I won't tell your mom.\" I said. \"Unless you lose, then I'm going to tell her everything.\"\n\nShe looked at me for a second, trying to gauge if I was serious or not. I just stuck my tongue out at her as I hit the turbo on my car and sped past her. \n\n\"You cheater!\" She cried as she gunned the engine on the car to give chase. \n\nI sandbagged a bit to let her catch up but still made a genuine attempt to win right at the end. Tammy would have none of that and managed to sideswipe me just as the finish line came into view, careening my car off the road. \n\n\"YES!\" She yelled as she crossed the finish, throwing her paws up. To rub additional salt in the wound she stood up and did a victory dance.\n\n\"Now who's the cheater?\" I asked.\n\n\"You cheated first.\" She retorted.\n\n\"Yeah, well... I'm an adult, I'm allowed to cheat.\" I said. 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Since the second player controller could also change the options, I started pressing buttons and messing up the selections. In no time we were dueling for control of the screen to a cacophony of tones.\n\nTammy giggled. \"Stop that!\"\n\n\"Stop ignoring me.\"\n\n\"I wasn't ignoring you, I was thinking.\" She defended. \"I guess I don't really miss him. He was kinda, I don't know, immature?\" She paused for a moment. \"I miss doing stuff with him though.\" \n\n\"What kind of stuff?\" I asked.\n\n\"Stuff, stuff.\" She said. \"Like, you know, touching stuff. Like kissing and... other stuff.\" \n\nOther stuff? [b][i]That [/i][/b]kind of stuff? \"You two were intimate?\"\n\nShe appeared unfamiliar with the word. \"Does that mean sex?\" She asked.\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\nShe nodded. I realized that she was opening up to me about this for a reason. I could see it in her face. She had learned to desire intense physical contact. She wasn't just a lonely little cub, she was a sexually active female starved for interaction with a male. Her deep, black eyes were glistening at me nervously and I started to wonder if she had planned all this ahead of time.\n\n\"Steve, will you be my boyfriend?\" She asked point-blank. \n\nBoyfriend? How ridiculous! I was over twenty years older and she was just a cub!\n\n\"Sure.\" I found myself saying. \n\nI suppose I was a bit starved too.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Part 2

Tammy sat across from me at the kitchen table happily gobbling down slice after slice of pizza.  Cheese and pepperoni.  She said that was her favorite.  Funny, it was mine too.  

"How long do you think it will take us to fix that truck up?"  She asked before washing down the food with a swig of soda.

"Us?"  I asked.  "Are you planning on helping me through the whole project?"

The little bear cub nodded.  "I think it's so cool that you can fix things.  I want to learn how to do that."  

"I suppose it depends on how involved we want to get."  I said.  "The truck needs a lot of work, but just getting it running shouldn't be too difficult.  Several months at most.  If we want to do a complete restoration, body, paint, interior, that could take years given my current rate of progress."

"We should paint it pink."  She decided.  Undaunted by the prospect of years.

I grimaced at the mental image of a pink pick-up.  "I'll think about it."  I told her.  Such a strange circumstance to have her sitting there.  Her mother had been so eager to have her "alone time" that she didn't even think twice about pawning her off on a complete stranger.  Though I expect that her boyfriend was used to getting what he wanted from her.  After all, she had even uprooted her family for him.   Tammy seemed to understand that she's become a fifth wheel in their household.  

"We have a lot of time to think about that," I said, "but what are we going to do tonight?  Want to watch a movie or something?"

"Hmmm..."  She made a dramatic effort at thinking.  Putting a finger on the side of her face while squinting one eye and looking upward.  "Do you have any video games?"

"I have a few."  I said.  "What sort of games do you like?"

"I like any game," Tammy told me, "as long as they're fun."  

"My games are in the last room down the hall."  I said as I pointed toward the far side of the house.  "Go pick one out when you're done eating."
  
"I'm done right now."  She said dropping a half-eaten slice onto her plate before hopping out of the chair.  The cub rushed down the hall and toward my game room.  

"Oh, hey!"  I called after her.  "Wash up first!  I don't want pizza grease on my controllers."  

Tammy grunted out: "Ugh!" before stomping dramatically into the bathroom, leaving me to clean up the kitchen.  I busied myself clearing the table and wrapping up the uneaten portion of the food for later.  Her unfinished slice I finished myself.  Waste not want not, or something like that.  After that I checked on her clothes in the washer.  Upon close inspection I could still see the faint greasy stains, though the color didn't seem to be affected by the heavy-duty cleaner.  I hit them with a more liberal pre-treatment and ran the wash again.  When I finished I joined Tammy in my game room.

"You have lots of games!"  She told me excitedly.  "And all the consoles."  She was looking through the cabinet under the giant flat screen television.  "I've never even seen this system before!"

"Yeah, that one is an old one that was popular way before you were born."  I told her.  "It's my first one that I played when I was about your age.  I just keep it here as a conversation piece."  

"Can we play it?"

"Uh, sure, I have to hook it up first."  I said.  I wasn't very confident that she would enjoy it.  Gameing had evolved quite a bit in the last twenty years so it might not be what she had come to expect.  Upon firing up the old system I could only cringe at the dated graphics, but Tammy seemed thrilled to be playing, what to her at least, was a brand-new game system.  It didn't take her long to pick up on how to use the simplified, archaic controller, and she didn't seem to mind the poor graphics of the system.  I kept expecting that she would soon tire of the less in-depth game experience but she appeared to be enjoying herself.  After trying several of the old games she finally settled on a racing game.  Which worked out well because it had a two player mode.  

"Oh!  Oh!  I'm coming right up behind you!"  I teased as my car slowly closed the gap she had gained.

"No way!"  She said as her car sped around a corner.  We had both started playing next to each other on the couch, but she eventually elected to sit on the floor instead.  Maybe figuring she could play better if she was closer to the screen.  She worked the controller in such a way that it appeared she was putting her whole body into it, even though that doesn't help.  It was cute to watch though.

"I'm gonna beat you this time!"  She declared, but my vehicle pulled up alongside of hers and attempted to overtake.  

"No, no, no, no, no!"  She whined, putting all her body into trying to make the car go faster.  At that point one of the annoying computer driven racers swerved right in front of my car.  I did a bit of my own body english into the controller, but it was unavoidable.  I rear ended the car and Tammy sped forward.  

"Ah, fuck!"  I uttered.  

Tammy laughed triumphantly only to have another computer driver pull the same maneuver on her.

"Fuck!"  She complained as her car wiped out and off the road.  Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just said and looked at me sheepishly.  I guess that's not something she's supposed to say.  I just giggled.  

"I won't tell your mom."  I said.  "Unless you lose, then I'm going to tell her everything."

She looked at me for a second, trying to gauge if I was serious or not.  I just stuck my tongue out at her as I hit the turbo on my car and sped past her.  

"You cheater!"  She cried as she gunned the engine on the car to give chase.  

I sandbagged a bit to let her catch up but still made a genuine attempt to win right at the end.  Tammy would have none of that and managed to sideswipe me just as the finish line came into view, careening my car off the road.  

"YES!"  She yelled as she crossed the finish, throwing her paws up.  To rub additional salt in the wound she stood up and did a victory dance.

"Now who's the cheater?"  I asked.

"You cheated first."  She retorted.

"Yeah, well... I'm an adult, I'm allowed to cheat."  I said.  Tammy crossed her arms at that, not appearing to accept the reasoning.  

"You know, I have other games."  I told her.  "We don't have to keep playing this one."

"I know," she said, "but I kinda like it."

"It's pretty old."

Tammy shrugged.  "I like old stuff.  Like your truck.  I don't know why, I just do.  You know, my boyfriend was older."

I raised my eyebrows.  "Oh, he was?"  

The little bear nodded.  "Yeah, he was twelve."  

I grinned.  That didn't sound old to me, but I guess to her that would seem different.  "Well, I think he was crazy to let a girl like you go."  

Tammy flopped down onto the couch.  She sat cross-legged leaving the crotch of her panties visible.  "I guess so."  

"You miss him?"  

The cub didn't answer.  She just idly scanned through the options of the game.  She wasn't changing anything, just running through them.  It made a tone every time the highlight changed.  Since the second player controller could also change the options, I started pressing buttons and messing up the selections.   In no time we were dueling for control of the screen to a cacophony of tones.

Tammy giggled.  "Stop that!"

"Stop ignoring me."

"I wasn't ignoring you, I was thinking."  She defended.  "I guess I don't really miss him.  He was kinda, I don't know, immature?"  She paused for a moment.  "I miss doing stuff with him though."

"What kind of stuff?"  I asked.

"Stuff, stuff."  She said.  "Like, you know, touching stuff.  Like kissing and... other stuff."    

Other stuff?  That kind of stuff?  "You two were intimate?"

She appeared unfamiliar with the word.  "Does that mean sex?"  She asked.

"Yeah."

She nodded.  I realized that she was opening up to me about this for a reason.  I could see it in her face.  She had learned to desire intense physical contact.  She wasn't just a lonely little cub, she was a sexually active female starved for interaction with a male.  Her deep, black eyes were glistening at me nervously and I started to wonder if she had planned all this ahead of time.

"Steve, will you be my boyfriend?"  She asked point-blank.  

Boyfriend?  How ridiculous!  I was over twenty years older and she was just a cub!

"Sure."  I found myself saying.  

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