"So, what do you want to do today honey?" asked Eric Anderson, but unable to stop picturing his girlfriend Spencer Lawson personally stripping instead of just changing her bed linens.
"Well, mom will be at work in a couple of more hours, but dad's staying home all day. He might sleep a while longer first but..."
"Is he still mad at your grandfather?" wondered Eric.
"You better believe it Slugger," answered Spencer. With all the yelling and screaming from her parents last night, Eric and Spencer were afraid that they had been discovered enjoying their new favorite past time, she orally enjoying his young penis while Eric massaged Spencer's hybrid were ears (an erogenous zone she never knew existed before him) until they experienced mutual orgasmic bliss together.
Instead, the young couple didn't know what was worse in her parents' eyes. Spencer's grandfather announcing that he had found an apartment in Moon Lake and would be relocated by next weekend, or what he interrupted her parents doing when Mike Lawson made that announcement. The screaming and yelling alone...
"If I can ask, how did your... research project go?" asked Spencer.
"The Moon Lake Savings and Loan website doesn't get into personnel specifics, so nothing about Kenya Adaeze there, and even directory assistance shows her as unlisted, with no other Adaezes in or around Moon Lake," revealed Eric.
"What about your idea about sneaking a peek at Nate's phone long enough to get her number?" asked Spencer.
"No chance yet. Nate's had it with him the whole time, as if he's expecting her to call or something."
"Well, until we can confirm her sexual preferences are by choice and not something that would be transferable if Kenya winds up being the one who helps me induct you into were society, we're either just going to have to bide our time or think of something else."
"I know," conceded Eric, "but it looked so promising at first."
"Yeah," she agreed. "Still, I'm having a great time getting to know you as is, which will make our time together for that even more enjoyable when it happens."
"I know," agreed Eric. "Even if I don't already know everything there is to know about Spencer Lawson with or without fur, I'd love to spend the rest of my life finding that information out."
"Eric, if we were older and I didn't know any better, did you just ask me—"
"When we are older and I can officially ask you that, I'm hoping your answer will be yes," he admitted.
"There's no reason it won't be," revealed Spencer, using her good paw to wipe her eyes. "Anything else you'd care to ask me Mister Anderson?"
"Yes. Sometime, when you're arm's out of that dang sling and we're able to... you know. Will you strip for me?" wondered Eric.
"Why? Can't you change your own bed?" asked Spencer in return, verbally teasing him.
"Oh you... I'll be over within the hour, soon as I grab something to eat. Bye darling," said Eric, blowing a kiss into the phone before hanging up, not knowing that his girlfriend was now sitting on the edge of her unmade bed thinking about the day she might become Mrs. Spencer Anderson.
MEANWHILE...
As promised, Kenya Adaeze, aka high class (and priced) escort Kendra Smythe, not only had a wonderful time with Jack Ashford, but Alfred drove her in the Ashford limo back to Moon Lake with time to spare before she had to be on duty as head teller at the Moon Lake Savings and Loan.
During her shift, Kenya secretly split and deposited the $10,000 she earned from that night into her private accounts as Kendra, but was thankful that the Saturday after Thanksgiving was slow and the bank would be closing at noon today, for there was a lot on her mind, which all came down to two handsome and highly sexually active weres.
After her abrupt departure from him last night, the status of her relationship with Nate Anderson was one. She wanted to see him again, and for more than just their time physically enjoying each other. But did Kenya truly love a 16 year old stud, or was she just infatuated with him and his sexual prowess?
Her date was another matter.
Although Jack Ashford respected and honored her wishes that Kendra was officially retiring (permanently, or just for now, was something Kenya was uncertain of); another night of wild, passionate were sex between the two of them that Jack was very good at was not the only reason he had requested her services.
Inside the jacket of her coat hanging in the employee break room was a small box.
Inside that small box was something of immense value, with a very BIG question attached to it that she had yet to answer.
Because before they parted company that morning, Jack Ashford had asked Kenya, Kendra, or whatever she cared to call herself if she would accept his hand in marriage!