"I just hope we have a show to produce," I whispered. Whitney gave me a squeeze. I went into the kitchen to put the turnovers in the oven. Rose and Ra...hel walked in yawning. "Good morning, loves," I said cheerfully. "We'll have breakfast in about thirty minutes, but there's coffee." Rose stood on tiptoe in just a t-shirt and gave me a warm kiss while I petted her bare bottom."Cover that up before Harry gets out here, please," Mom said from the doorway. "Did you say there was coffee, Brian?" Of. "Since your dad knows we're doing it, he won't be surprised to her the bed squeaking," I suggested with a hand on my belt."Knowing it and having it rubbed in his face are two completely different things. And he does have gunpowder and ammo for all those guns," she said as she sat up.I let my hand drop and pouted."On the other hand. He does give me my privacy." Robbie reached up and slipped her finger under my belt and pulled me over in front of her. She pulled my fly down and expertly extracted. ." What?" Okay, when I was in high school, I dated a wonderful girl, her name was Faith, and she was Catholic and she wanted a huge family, like, eight children. Of course, I was more protestant-slash-agnostic and I was an only child, so her whole world was this incredible fascination for me. I loved being a part of their family gatherings and everyone just assumed that we would end up together. She was my high school sweetheart." So what happened?" Oh, it's all confused. First, I fell in love. My foxkin gasped when I reached around and ran a talon across her neck in an unmistakable threat that transcended cultures. My tail threaded up her side and wrapped around her throat. I caressed her face, and ran my fingers through her fur. Breathing deeply, I nuzzled her neck, reveling in each terrified whimper. Her scent was intoxicating, and her fur was incredible. Everywhere with short hair, like her cheek, felt soft and velvety. Places with longer hair, like the back of her neck, felt as.