| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tRaymond closed his eyes as he leaned back into the soft recliner with a happy sigh. "A chair... A real chair, ohhh, this is comfy... It feels like forever since I've sat on anything other than metal and concrete." the older raccoon thought contentedly. Real food, real clothes, real toilets, real conversation... It felt so good to be out of his personal corner of hell, and having his daughter here to share in his celebration of freedom, to reconnect with her, and to catch up on some of the last 10 years he'd missed made it all the sweeter. Sure, he kept thinking that he was picking up on some "unusual" vibes from her on the drive home and during lunch; odd word choices here, lingering glances there, awkward comments about how good he looked.... But it was nothing. Ray was certain it was just his over-active imagination and he'd just lost touch with "how things are" on the outside. So, he flicked those cloudy thoughts away effortlessly. He wasn't that beast anymore and as his therapist said, "don't let the guilt of your past ruin your future". Ray thought that to be very good advice indeed. His daughter was a part of his life again and he hers; nothing was worth risking that. "Besides, I couldn't be happier than I am right now, even if I tried." He thought peacefully. A full belly, the feelings of being safe, loved, and comfortable, so long bereft from his life, hung a heavy veil of half sleeping doze over the older raccoon. Until he felt something very soft, warm and heavy slide across his knees and into his lap. A crash of adrenaline jerked Ray fully awake with a start and as his eyes re-focused, he was met with an extremely unexpected sight; Talitha was straddling his lap with an expression that could only be described as "mischievous"... that alone shot a lance of concerned terror through his heart. "Talitha? What are you doing?" She didn't reply as she took his arm in a firm grip and guided his hand up, along her belly fur and under her shirt, resting it on her breast as her other hand was undoing his pants belt. Alarm and realization surged through the older raccoon and was joined too by very unwelcome arousal. "She couldn't really be.... Could she? No! Even if she did want... -HE- couldn't! .... Could he?" He sputtered aloud "Tali... Now... Now hold on!" as he tried to pull his hand away from her breast. Her grip tightened and held firm, she was much stronger than she looked and finished unfastening his belt. "Shhh... I'm a big girl now daddy, I'm making my own choices." He couldn't break his own gaze free from her determined eyes as waves of terror and arousal and confusion crashed and swirled about his mind getting ever stronger as he felt her tugging gently at his zipper. ... He didn't try to stop her. "Now let's see if this looks the same as I remember when I was little..." \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t