Story
© 2000 - 2003 by Evan Mayerle. All rights to story content
reserved.Characters Sabrina the Skukette, Amy the Squirrel, Tabitha,
Carli, Tammy Vixen, Sheila Vixen, and Timoth Squirrel-Woolfe ©
Eric W. Schwartz. Character Thomas Woolfe © Michael Higgs.
Characters Chris Foxx, Susan Felin, Cindy Lapine, Debbye
Squirrel, Clarence Skunk, Dexter Collie, Angel Collie, Wendy
Vixen, Sarge and Endora Mustelidae, & Wanda and restaurant
"Furry's" © Chris Yost. Character ZigZag © Max
Blackrabbit. Characters James Shepherd & Marvin Badger and
restaurant "Trattoria Salvatore" © James Bruner. Character
Kittiara and restaurant "Callahan's" © Kittiara. Character
Rava Purr © Tiffany Hand. Character Joshua Fox © his
player. Character Amandajean Snowpaws © her player.
Print "Before The Thunder" © Randall Whitcomb. Characters
Lee Evans, Lyman Aquilaferi, George & Linda Squirrel, Alisia Nash,
Diana Reynard, Kirk Auquat, & Joe MacDonald and company "Columbus
Aircraft Division" © Evan Mayerle.All rights to additional
characters reservedby their respective owners. Based on
characters and situations created by Eric W. Schwartz.
Getting to Know You...
--Saturday--
That morning, Debbye arrived early at the
home where the “back-to-school” get-together was being held.
“Goodness,
Debbye. What brings you here so early?” asked Mrs. Nash.
“Two
matters, actually,” answered the squirrel. “The first is a
private one, a gentlefur friend will be joining me later; I just wanted
to tell you privately so you wouldn’t be surprised. I don’t want
anyone to know I invited him ‘cause we’re just getting acquainted and I
don’t want to start any gossiping. The second matter is simply
that I wanted to help you with the setting up for today.”
“I
appreciate your consideration and help,” replied Alisia. “I’ll
not say anything untoward when your friend shows up.” With a
serious look, she inquired, “So what’s he like and how long have you
known him?”
Debbye
replied with a wistful smile, “Physically he’s a cat, a bit taller than
I am, with glasses and blue eyes. Beyond that, he’s well read,
intelligent, and seems to be of more substantial material than a lot of
young male furs. I’ve only known him a week, but we both wish to
know each other better.”
The
black bear chuckled, “It’ll be interesting to see how he fares in this
group.” In a more serious tone she continued, “Just how serious
are you about this gentlefur?”
“I’m
not certain yet,” blushed Debbye, “but I think it could become quite
serious. That’s why we’re seeing each other in venues like this,
so we can better know each other without a lot of pressures.”
Her
hostess nodded approvingly, “Your idea or his?”
“Both
of ours, actually,” smiled Debbye. “From the first he’s been
genuinely interested in my welfare and protection.”
The
lady replied with a smile, “He sounds like quite the young gentlefur
for you. I’ll be most interested in meeting him. Now,” she
continued, “shall we get to work?”
- The Noon Hour –
Wearing a one-piece swimsuit, Debbye
closed her eyes and lay back in the chaise-lounge. That was a good swim, she thought, and it feels so nice to let the sun warm
me. Hearing a noise behind her, she opened her eyes and
turned her head.
“Your
young gentlefur just turned up,” her hostess announced in a whisper,
“he’ll be out in a few minutes after he changes clothes.” With
quite an amused expression, she continued, “He definitely is something
different. He insisted on paying for whatever he consumed today.”
Debbye
chuckled, “Doesn’t surprise me in the least. He’s the only fur
I’ve ever heard complain, politely mind you, when he was undercharged.”
“Really?”
responded the amused bear. “How interesting! Where did you
find this rarity?”
Debbye
smiled, “I didn’t find him; he found me in a spot of difficulty and
came to my aid. Everything else has flowed from there.”
“Do
tell?” smiled the woman. With a chuckle she continued, “It should
be interesting to see the reaction of the others. You realize,
don’t you, that you’ll break some hearts once it’s plain he’s with you?”
“Just
dash some hopes,” snorted Debbye. “I’ve led none of them
on. Any hopes they have are only in their dreams, not something
I’ve encouraged.”
“I
know, dear,” soothed Mrs. Nash. “I’ve watched you; you’ve been
honest but polite with them. Now,” she continued, “I’d best introduce
Mr. Evans to the group and then get the cooking going on the
grill.” With an amused glance, she chuckled, “I want a ringside
seat.”
After
her hostess walked off, Debbye suddenly felt his presence. Looking up,
she saw Lee quietly but confidently strolled into the backyard and
looked around. No sooner had he appeared than their hostess was
beside him. “People,” she announced, “this is Lee Evans, he was
invited to join us today and so please make him feel welcome.”
“Hi,
Lee” chorused much of the group.
“And
hello to y’all, too,” responded Lee. “It’s a pleasure to be
here. If y’all will give me a minute to set my stuff down, I’ll
be glad to join in.”
Walking
over to a clear spot next to Debbye, Lee bent over, with a twinkle in
his eye that only she saw, and asked, “Fair lady, may I leave my
‘stuff’ here, next to you?”
“Certainly,
Mr. Evans,” replied a smiling Debbye with equally veiled amusement.
Placing
his items on the ground, Lee looked around. “That looks like
quite a volleyball game going on over there, care to join in?”
Debbye
thought for a moment. It’ll be
interesting to see how he plays with the others. Aloud she
answered, “My name is Debbye and I’d be glad to. If you’ll lend
me a paw?”
Lee
extended his paw and she pulled herself up. On the way over she
mentioned quietly, “I’ve not told anyone that I invited you; I didn’t
want to start any gossip.”
“No
problem,” replied Lee smilingly, “I’ll play along.”
Lee
was quickly drafted by one team as a player left for lunch.
Shortly thereafter, to her chagrin, the other team drafted
Debbye. Both teams were fairly matched and, though the action was
fast, points were gained slowly. Lee and Debbye played directly
opposite each other on a few occasions when rotation put them together
at the net. By the end of the first game, Lee concluded, She’s good! I’ve seen lots of furs
play poorer defense against “spikes” than what she’s put up.
Taking
a drink of water between the games, Debbye considered the playing and
noticed, He’s not a flashy,
“big-play” player, but he almost always is where his team needs him.
The
next game played much as the previous one had with much action and slow
scoring. For Debbye and Lee, now that they were familiar with
each other’s style, the confrontations at the net became skillful
battles with no quarter given or expected.
After
the second game, a halt was called so that the players could grab a
late lunch. Lee handed Debbye some water and then took a drink
from his own glass. “You’re a challenge to play,” he
chuckled. “Next time, I want us on the same team.”
“Same
to you,” replied the smiling squirrel after a long drink. “I’d
much rather play alongside you than against you.”
Their
immediate thirst quenched, Lee walked with Debbye back to where they’d
left their things. As they walked, Lee offered, “Fair lady, would
you care to join me for lunch?”
Debbye
dimpled and answered, “I do believe I’d enjoy that.”
Their
plates loaded down and chilled bottles of soft drink in their free
paws; Debbye and Lee returned and sat together. “So,” she asked
between bites, “you’d mentioned having to be at a modeler’s meeting
last night; was it interesting?”
Lee
grinned, “An interesting speaker, but the real surprise was a couple
that came for the first time, Sean and Teri Picket. They model as
a team with her doing the interiors and him doing the exteriors; they
do quite impressive work.”
“That’s
rare?” inquired Debbye archly.
“The
teamwork is,” chuckled Lee, “but not the quality.”
“And
how did this morning go?” inquired the squirrel.
Lee
grimaced. “I’ve had better days,” he admitted. “I forced
Lyman to the two point limit in all three games but still managed to
lose all three. It just wasn’t my day.”
“Could
it be,” she inquired with a smile, “that your mind wasn’t totally
focused on racquetball?”
With
a sheepish grin, Lee replied, “Yeah, I think that’s a very good
possibility.”
“Sorry
about that,” giggled the squirrel.
“No
problem.” grinned Lee in return. “We both still got quite a
workout.”
Their
lunch finished and the remains cleaned up, they laid back on adjacent
chaise-lounges to let the meal digest. “So, what do you think of
this group?” asked Debbye.
Putting
down his book, Lee looked around and thought for a moment, then he
answered, “Nice people, I’m enjoying myself.”
Debbye
relaxed a bit. “I’m glad because I like these people.”
Turning her head, she questioned, “Have you told anyone who invited
you?”
Lee
smiled, “Nope. Even before you told me, I rather figured you’d
prefer to handle matters your way.”
“Trust
and confidence, you do
know how to treat a lady.” answered the pleased squirrel.
“But,
of course,” chuckled Lee, “haven’t I already proved that?”
“I
know.” answered Debbye. “But it’s still taking some getting used
to.”
Lee
just smiled and went back to his reading. Debbye took the time to
covertly look him over and liked what she saw. Hm-m-m, from what the tank top and trunks
don’t cover, he keeps himself in shape. I can appreciate a male
fur that stays in shape but doesn’t obsess about his appearance.
Reaching
the end of a chapter, Lee marked his place with a bookmark and looked
at his watch. “There’s been adequate time.” He commented.
“Care to join me for a swim?”
“Perhaps
a bit later, I had a good one before you showed up.”
Nodding
his acceptance, Lee carefully slipped off his glasses, pulled off his
tank top, and headed toward the pool. Debbye managed to control
her physical response, but her mind went ahead, Lord, he does stay fit and that tawny
patch goes as far down his front as I can see. Oh, getting to
know him better looks rather pleasant.
Putting
herself firmly under control, Debbye noticed that Lee didn’t make a
noisy, splashy entrance into the pool, but quietly slid in and started
swimming laps. He really is a
predator, she thought, even
though he keeps it under control. I think I’d feel sorry for
anyone who got on his “fighting side”.
After
some time spent of swimming laps, Lee exited the pool with the same
quiet and grace with which he’d entered it. Picking up his thick
towel, he dried himself as thoroughly as possible and stretched out,
front side down, on the chaise-lounge. “I hope you don’t mind,”
he told Debbye, “but racquetball, volleyball, and swimming have kinda
worn me out. It feels so good just to bake here in
the sun.”
So
saying, he carefully placed his glasses where they were unlikely to be
hurt, protected them further with his towel, closed his eyes, and
started to drowse. Lee soon fell completely asleep and the only
sound he made was a deep, quiet purr.
Debbye
watched and listened. After a
while, the thought came to her; I find that purr rather soothing; if
things get really serious between us, it won’t bother me at all.
Stop that! She told herself. You only met him a week ago and are
working to know him better. Even if there is “something special”
with him, you don’t want to jump ahead.
Debbye
looked down at the book Lee had been reading. Hm-m-m, she noticed, a paperback, inside a protective cover
that completely hides the books cover. Debbye picked up
the book and opened it to the front page. Surprise, girl! Came the
thought. A novel by Grace
Livingston Hill? No wonder he’s hiding it, she thought amusedly,
being found reading it would
certainly get Lee some derisive laughter. I like his simple
solution for reducing the chance of a problem.
Debbye
carefully placed the book back and lay back with a smile. He said he was an inveterate reader, but I
never would have expected that much range in tastes. I wonder
what other surprises this weekend will bring?
After
an hour’s nap, Lee awoke to find Debbye smiling at him. “Truly a
pleasant sight to wake to,” he commented,” but I think there’s
something more to that smile. What happened? Did I talk in
my sleep?”
“Nothing
so dramatic,” chuckled Debbye. “I did check out the book you’re
reading. She’s a good writer; I’ve got several of her books on my
shelves.”
Lee
hesitated a moment, then chuckled, “She is good. I’ve always
enjoyed good writing, whatever the genre. My sister, Marilee, is
as inveterate a reader as I am and brought her to my attention.”
Looking around, he continued embarrassed, “I trust you haven’t told
anyone. I don’t need the grief.”
“Relax,”
assured Debbye. “I’d never tell on you. ‘Sides, I like the
idea of a male fur who’s open-minded enough to read more than the usual
‘male’ genres.”
Lee
blushed, “Thank you, but I read some of those, too. Still, I’m
glad you don’t object and I appreciate your discretion.”
Further
discussion was halted by Mrs. Nash’s arrival. “Mr. Evans, “ she
began, “ I don’t mean to put you on the spot, but I wonder if you could
share something with us during this evening’s fellowship time? If it
helps,” she chuckled, “my asking you to do so would help camouflage
that ‘twas Debbye who invited you.”
“I
don’t mind,” replied Lee. “I’ll be glad to share. I’m
flattered that you feel I have something to share. As to the
camouflage and such, that’s for the lady to decide.” Turning to
Debbye, he asked, “How would you have me handle this, my lady?”
Furrowing
her brow, Debbye thought for a moment and then replied, “I’d prefer to
keep my private life just that, private. I won’t lie to anyone
about it but I don’t wish to flaunt it either. I think I’d feel
more comfortable if you provide some camouflage.”
Nodding
to Debbye, Lee turned to their hostess, “Then it’s agreed. I’ll
be pleased to share a few things that might stimulate some
thought.” Shrugging on his tank top and putting on his glasses,
he continued, “To do that, I’d best prepare now. If I might use
the study I glimpsed earlier, I’ll sit down and prepare something.”
With
that, Lee stood up, gathered his belongings, and followed their hostess
into the house. Less than five minutes later, Diana Reynard, one
of Debbye’s closer girlfriends in the group, came over and sat
down. Without preamble, she asked, “So, are you the one who
invited Mr. Evans?”
“Yes.”
Debbye admitted with a blush. “I am. How did you
know? I know neither of us indulged in a public display of
affection.”
“Sure,
you didn’t do anything overly obvious,” replied her friend, “and I
doubt anybody else here noticed. But you know me. I’ve been a
fur-watcher for some time. I’m observant and you’re a good
friend. I could see an extra ‘intentness’ when you talked to him.
Don’t worry,” she grinned, “I won’t spread it around. However, I
am curious; how did you meet him?”
Debbye
chuckled, “Would you believe he found me having a difficult time with
something and came to my assistance? Beyond that, we’re just
getting to know each other and to see what possibilities exist for
something more.”
Diana
nodded, “The ‘damsel in distress’ situation? How romantic!
At least you’re being sensible about matters and not rushing ahead
after that start. I admire you for that and I want to wish you
both the best.”
“Thanks,”
blushed Debbye, “I appreciate that and I know Lee will too. But,
I have to tell you, it wasn’t that much distress.”
“It
doesn’t matter,” chuckled her friend, “it’s the principle.” She
hugged Debbye and headed back to her seat.
Feeling
relieved, Debbye went for another swim. Exiting some time later
and feeling pleasantly worn, Debbye dried off as best she could and
then headed into the house to finish drying and to change into casual
clothes for the remainder of the evening. On her way back out,
she passed the study’s open door and paused to watch Lee’s careful
preparations. Hm-m, she
thought, quite a number of
references and he certainly seems well organized with that legal pad.
That should finish things nicely,
thought Lee as he organized his last thoughts. Feeling a nearby
presence, Lee looked around and saw Debbye in the doorway. Ah, my lady, if you but knew what I wanted
to do when I saw you out there. But there’s a “time to be quiet”
as well as a “time to speak up” and this was that time. I’ll not
break your trust in me. “Fair lady,” he spoke, waving her
in, “I hope you weren’t worried about me. It took a bit of
thought and a prayer to come up with something appropriate, as this
trash can full of unsuccessful drafts will testify. I was just
putting a final polish on when you arrived.”
“No,”
smiled the squirrel in response, “I wasn’t worried. From just the
talking we’ve done, I knew you’d put together something appropriate. I
was just,” she continued, “passing by and wanted to watch you.”
“I’m
flattered,” Lee answered smilingly. “ ‘Tis always a pleasure to
be graced by the presence of one such as you.”
Debbye
giggled, “With lines like that, you must have some Irish
ancestry. Still, I’m flattered that you feel so. Moving on, what
are you going to discuss?”
Sitting
down, Lee handed her the pad. “After several false starts, it
came to me that something on the importance of good friends and good
fellowship would be appropriate for the start of a school year.
Tell me what you think.”
Debbye
quickly read the material then gave it a second reading. “A clear
and succinct approach,” she commented as she returned the pad. “I
think they’ll relate to what you’re saying, especially with the
personal experiences.”
“I
hope so,” admitted Lee. “I tried to strike a balance between
text, commentary, and example. That’s part of the reason I didn’t
take the train of thought to its full extent.”
“Oh?
What’s the ‘full extent’?”
Lee
blushed, “To me, the full extent is with a friend of the opposite sex
with whom the friendship catches fire, becomes love, and forms a
special bond.”
Blushing
in turn, Debbye quietly asked, “Would that subject happen to be on your
mind for a particular reason?”
Just
as quietly, Lee replied, “No offense, but for reasons you can probably
guess, it most definitely is. It’s way, way too premature to
consider anything when we’re just getting to know each other.
Still, I can’t help hoping.”
Debbye
gently touched Lee’s arm. “I’m not offended at all,” came the
quiet response. “I’m flattered that you think of me that way,
especially since I’ve entertained some similar thoughts about
you. But there’ve been worries, too. Before we get any
deeper, Lee, do we have a common commitment to God?”
“My
lady, you have no worry on that score,” answered Lee, gently kissing
her hand. “I made that commitment 15 years ago; that concern can
be dismissed.”
Debbye
hugged him close. “I know I shouldn’t anticipate anything,” she
fiercely whispered, “but you can’t imagine how relieved that makes me
feel.”
Kissing
her forehead, Lee responded, “I think I can. Just from what I’ve
learned of you, I didn’t expect it to be a problem.”
Looking
back at the pad, Lee sighed and continued, “Now, I’ve got a touch more
polishing to do. You go ahead and go on out; I’ll be along in a
few minutes.”
Debbye
smiled, “Ever the dedicated type; I admire that, Lee. I’ll be
waiting.” She quietly strolled out the door.
Lee
looked after her and sighed. I
wonder if she realizes what she does to me, he pondered, both in that ‘conservative’ swimsuit and
dressed as she is now, she affects me more than other femme furs do in
an absolute minimum of coverage. Add to that this little
discussion and I’m “hulled and sinking fast.’ Ah-well, Evans,
you’d best get to know her well and be sure before you take that next
step. Now, enough woolgathering, you’ve got work to finish!
With that thought, Lee forced his attention back to the work at paw and
finished polishing up his thoughts.
Some
ten minutes later, Lee strolled into the backyard with his notes folded
and tucked into his pocket. He hadn’t gotten far when their
hostess announced, “Dinner will be served shortly. Every fur who
wants to wash up and/or change should do so now.” Lee barely
managed to get out of the crowd’s way. Crossing over to where
Debbye sat with a cluster of her friends, he asked, “May I join y’all
for this meal?”
Debbye
and the others looked at each other, nodded and before Debbye could say
anything, Diana spoke up, “Certainly, Mr. Evans, we’d be pleased to
have your company.” Scooting over, she made room for Lee between
herself and Debbye.
Sitting
down carefully, Lee turned to Diana and the rest of the furs
present. “Thanks. Please, though just call me ‘Lee”.
When I hear ‘Mr. Evans’,” he chuckled, “I keep wanting to look around
for my father.”
The
group responded with laughter and as they waited, they included Lee in
their discussions. In the course of these discussions, they
exchanged information as to origins, employment (or lack thereof), and
schooling. Throughout, though, Lee managed to avoid revealing who
had invited him and the feeling shared with the squirrel next to him.
When
everyone was ready, their hostess asked one of the group’s members to
say grace and then dinner was served, buffet style. Assisting the
others in the cluster, Lee made a couple of trips to the supply of
beverages, delaying his dinner until the others had theirs.
When
Lee finally returned with his dinner and beverage, Diana again moved
over to allow him to sit between her and Debbye. “Thank you, fair
lady,” responded Lee,” good company always improves a meal.”
Debbye managed to convert the giggle this provoked into a cough.
As
they ate, one of the male furs mused, “I wonder who they’ll have
speaking tonight? I haven’t seen any of the ‘regulars’ preparing
anything and I believe the adults want to leave matters primarily with
the group.”
Lee
blushed, “Would you believe I’m speaking? I hope y’all don’t
mind.”
“Mind?”
came the reply. “Heavens, no. It’ll be good to hear someone
different.” Looking at the others he continued, “We’ll be looking
forward to it, right?”
“Right”
came the chorus with a “Most definitely” from Diana and a “Certainly”
from Debbye.
With
dinner over and cleaned up, everyone gathered around the patio.
Waiting for everyone to get seated, their hostess spoke up, “I thought
everyone would enjoy hearing form a different speaker than the ‘usual
suspects’. So I’ve asked Mr. Evans to come and share with
us.” Extending her paw, she beckoned, “Come on up, Mr.
Evans. This spot is all yours.”
Lee
stood up, picked up his notes, and calmly walked to the center of the
group. “Before I get started,” he began, “I’d like to tell you a
bit about myself. I attended Texas A&M and was active in our
church’s student union there. I moved here after graduation and
am active in another church here in Columbus.”
“Now,”
Lee continued, “seeing as this is a ‘Back to School’ fellowship, I’ll
be sharing on an important source of support: friendship and
fellowship. I’ll be citing references, but I’ll let y’all search
them out.”
Lee
proceeded to speak to the group about the need for good friends and
good fellowship using both citations and illustrations. Using his
friendship with Lyman as an illustration, Lee discussed the aspects of
true friendship that really mattered. Extending the concept, he
further discussed how a fellowship of such friends provides a necessary
counter to the turbulence of life.
Lee
concluded, “The main thing I want to leave with you is that we all need
friends and fellowships, but we also need to choose them carefully for
they have a distinct influence on us.”
With
that, Lee retreated and sat with the others. After he’d gotten
comfortably seated, Diana and a few of the others leaned over and
whispered their appreciation. Their hostess stood up.
“Thank you, Mr. Evans,” she stated, “For giving us all something to
think about.” After leading the group in a closing prayer, she
announced, “Though this fellowship is officially over, anyone who
wishes to stay until 9PM is welcome to do so.”
Lee
turned to Debbye, Diana, and the others in their immediate group.
“I’d love to stay a bit longer and get to know y’all better. Are
there any games around that we all can play?”
Diana
flagged down Alisia Nash and, shortly thereafter, Lee found himself
sitting at the dining table with the others and playing a popular
multi-player board game. Between the game itself and lots of
banter between the players, the next couple of hours passed speedily
for all concerned.
Coming
up on 9PM, the players reluctantly ended their game, carefully put up
the gameboard and pieces, and cleaned up the area. As they left
the home, the others thanked Lee for coming, expressed their pleasure
in his company, and extended their hopes that he’d come again.
Finally,
only Lee and Debbye were left of the players group. Picking up
his travel bag, Lee turned to Debbye and offered his arm. “Fair
lady, may I escort you to your car?”
“I’d
be honored, my good fur,” replied Debbye with a twinkle in her eyes, as
she slid her arm through his.
Before
she could pick up her bag, Lee had it in addition to his own.
Debbye made to protest but Lee spoke first, “All part of the escort
service, my lady. I insist.”
Debbye
gave a small curtsy and smiled, “Then, thank you. Shall we be
off?”
They
were nearly to her car when they heard running behind them. Then
the figure yelled, “Evans! I say, Evans! You can’t just
drop in and walk off with the prettiest girl here!”
Lee
turned to Debbye, “Who is that?”
Debbye
sighed, “His name is Kirk Auquat; he’s asked me out several times but
I’ve always said ‘no’. He’s just not my type; he’s not that sharp
and is something of a hot head.”
Lee
yelled back at the young weasel, “It’s the lady’s choice, not
mine. You’ve got to respect her decision.”
”I
don’t care,” retorted the weasel. “You’re not getting her!”
With that, he swung a punch at Lee’s mid-section. Lee’s eyes went
from a warm to a glacial blue and his ears flattened as he stepped away
from Debbye. Pivoting quickly, Lee let the punch go by him and
grabbed the clenched paw. Very quickly that paw was immobilized
between the weasel’s back and Lee’s other arm was around the weasel’s
neck.
“Fighting
at a Christian fellowship? Now, the Russians would call that
truly ‘nekulturniy’, uncultured and showing a complete lack of class
and manners,” snarled Lee. “Friend,” he whispered lowly and
succinctly, “The lady chose. I’ve not forced my company on
her. Now, I think you’d best apologize to her for making such a
commotion. It might,” hissed Lee, “also be a good idea to leave her
alone from now on. She most emphatically is not interested in you.”
Lee
turned Kirk to face Debbye. “I’m s-s-sorry,” stammered
Kirk. “I didn’t mean to bother you or cause a scene. I-I-I
promise I’ll leave you alone from now on.”
“Very
good,” commented Lee as he released Kirk. “Now, I’m sure you have
business elsewhere, so off with you.”
Kirk
moved off quickly while Lee stood there for a few minutes, breathing
deeply while the adrenaline “surge” wore off and his body calmed
down. Finally, Lee turned to Debbye. “My apologies, my princess,”
he offered. “I had not meant to draw attention to our
relationship.”
“No
apologies necessary,” Debbye replied shakily. “I’m just glad it
didn’t get any more physical.”
Before
Lee could answer, their hostess came up. “I heard you had a
problem out here, Mr. Evans, but you seem to have handled him well,”
she complimented. “I know several male furs in this group who
would’ve done far more to him.”
Lee
gave a feral grin, “But why should I end this evening on a sour
note? He doesn’t deserve that much respect.”
“You
are a rare one, indeed,” chuckled the lady bear. “I’ll leave you
two alone to say your goodbyes.”
Lee
turned to Debbye, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his
muzzle on her head. “I’m sorry about this,” he murmured, “and I
wouldn’t blame you a bit if it made you somewhat wary. Do you
still want to go shooting tomorrow?”
Debbye
wrapped her arms around Lee’s waist, laid her head against his chest,
and softly replied, “You’ve done nothing wrong and you’ve behaved with
great self-control. Of course I want to join you!”
Lee
smiled, “That’s a relief. I was half afraid you’d be scared off.”
Debbye
chuckled, “You don’t get away that easily.”
“In
which case, come by my apartment around 2PM tomorrow and we’ll go.”
“I’ll
be there,” promised Debbye and she kissed the side of his muzzle.
Lee
returned the gentle kiss to Debbye’s muzzle and softly replied, “I’ll
be waiting.”
Both
of them drove home in introspective states.
--Sunday--
--2PM –
In high spirits, Debbye knocked on the
door of Lee’s apartment and enthusiastically hugged him when he opened
the door.
“Whoa!”
exclaimed Lee as he hugged back. “I’m not complaining, but what
brought this on?”
With
laughter in her eyes, Debbye allowed Lee to usher her inside. “It
happened after the church service this morning,” she chuckled, “Alisia
Nash caught my father, told him all about yesterday, and praised you
quite highly.”
Lee
stared for a moment, then chuckled himself, “Oh brother! I’d like
to have seen his face; that’s not the kind of thing a father’s used to
hearing about the fur his daughter is seeing.”
“Precisely!”
smiled Debbye. “It did make for a lot of questions on the ride
home.”
“No
problems, though? The last thing I’d want to do is cause you
problems.”
“No
problems.”
“Good!
Now, while we’re waiting for Lyman, how about I give you the grand
tour?”
“Please
do, I’ve been somewhat curious.”
“Well,”
continued Lee, waving his paw, “from here you can see the dining room,
living room, and kitchen.”
Debbye
looked around. Hm-m-m,
everything looks reasonably neat and clean, she
thought. Pointing to a basket atop the set of shelves
separating the living room from the entrance, she said, “Let me guess,
your mail?”
“Of
course.”
Looking
further into the living room, Debbye decided He at least kept a good color scheme,
mahogany and dark woods with maroon upholstery.
Debbye
looked back at Lee, “Do you keep it this clean all the time or is this
especially for me?”
“All
the time, I swear,” chuckled Lee, putting his paw over his heart.
“I’ve managed to keep a neat and clean home since college and I prefer
it that way.’
Debbye
looked at the wall above the armchair where a framed print hung.
“What’s that?” she inquired. The print showed a twin-engined,
delta–winged aircraft climbing in front of an anvil shaped cloud.
“That’s
a print entitled ‘Before the Thunder’,” replied Lee. “It’s signed
by both the artist and the pilot for the flight it illustrates. I
received it for some help I was able to give the artist.”
“That’s
a real aircraft?” she questioned. “I can’t remember ever seeing
one like it, even in pictures.”
Lee
nodded, “You probably haven’t since it’s not been around for a
while. The aircraft is an Avro Canada CF-105 ‘Arrow’ and the only
groups likely to recognize it are aircraft enthusiasts, like yours
truly, and Canadians with a strong interest in their country’s history.”
“Why’s
that?” puzzled Debbye.
“It’s
a long story,” answered Lee, “but that aircraft represents a triumph of
Canadian technology and a disaster of Canadian politics.”
“I
don’t think I want to know more. May I see the rest of your
place?”
“Most
certainly,” assured Lee. Wrapping his arm around the squirrel’s
waist, he guided her down the hall. “Nothing fancy here,” he
continued, “hall closet on one side and heating/air conditioning on the
other.” Turning left at the end of the hall, he went on, “Here,
I’ve converted the second bedroom into a combination of den, library,
and study. As you can see, it’s got my computer set-up, my desk,
and as much shelving as I could get in. The walk-in closet serves
for long-term storage and as a quiet place for my electronic
piano. Since this place was intended for two students to use,
each bedroom has a full bath.”
Debbye
looked around. “My, it’s well organized,” she dryly commented.
“It
has to be,” chuckled the cat. “I’d not be able to find anything
if it wasn’t. Now, come this way.” He gestured, “and I’ll show you my
bedroom.”
As
he guided her in, Lee whispered in Debbye’s ear, “Don’t worry, I’ve no
ulterior motives, at least this time.”
Debbye
blushed and chuckled, but she made no move to remove his arm from her
waist.
Immediately
inside the door, an opened gun safe sat with a partially filled range
bag in front of it. A chest and a dresser/mirror set took up the
remainder of the wall. A king-size bed topped by a bookcase
headboard with built-in lighting was against the opposite, outside
wall. The closet and bath mirrored the other room. As a
final touch, shelves faced the head of the bed along each of the sides.
Debbye
looked at Lee with a raised eyebrow, “all that bed for one fur?”
Lee
blushed, “Much as I hate to ruin a good fantasy, it’s worked out that
way.”
Debbye
shook her head, “Tsk! Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret and
protect your reputation.”
Lee
just laughed and Debbye joined him.
Lee
went over to the gun safe. “You interrupted me as I was packing
up. Have you decided if you’d care to join us for some target
practice?”
Debbye
hesitated, then, “Yes, I think I would. Daddy taught me to shoot
and I used to enjoy it. Then I stopped for some reason.”
“Let
me guess,” smiled Lee. “You were outshooting male furs and they
convinced you that it was unladylike.”
Debbye
thought for a moment. “You know, you may be right,” she answered
slowly. “I never considered that.”
“Hah!”
snorted Lee. “I know a number of ladies, including some of my
father’s friends, who’d quickly put lie to that. Now, since
you’ve not done any shooting for a while, would you like to start with
something easy to shoot?”
“Yes,
please.”
Lee
reached into the gun safe and pulled out a .22LR semi-automatic pistol
and a box of ammunition. Sticking the box in the range bag, he
handed the pistol to Debbye. “Do you still remember the basics of
gun safety?”
Debbye
released the magazine, set it aside, and then worked the slide to clear
the chamber; deftly catching the ejected cartridge. “First,
assume all guns are loaded until you’ve personally verified that they
are unloaded,” she responded. “Second, do not point the muzzle at
anything you are not willing to destroy. Thirdly, keep your
finger off the trigger until your sights are on the target. How’d I
do?” She asked proudly.
“Perfect,”
smiled Lee. “Your father taught you well.”
Debbye
blushed. Before either could say more, there came a knock on the
door. Lee yelled, “Be there in a minute”, then finished loading
the range bag and shut & locked the gun safe.
“That’s
probably Lyman. So let’s go introduce you two.”
With
his arm around her waist and the range bag in his free paw, Lee
escorted Debbye to the door.
Setting
the range bag down, Lee opened the door for his friend. Lyman’s
eyes widened a bit on seeing Debbye, but his main reaction was a broad
smile and an outstretched paw. “Hi, I’m Lyman Aquilaferi and you
must be the ladyfur who’s been on Lee’s mind all week.”
Debbye
took his paw and gave it a firm shake. “Pleased to meet
you. I’m Debbye Squirrel and Lee’s told me good things about
you.” Turning to Lee, she asked archly, “What’s this about me
being on your mind all week?”
Lee
blushed, “well. I wouldn’t go that far…”
“But
I would, pal,” interrupted Lyman with a laugh. He turned to her and
pointed at Lee, “Debbye, this past week Lee’s ability to
concentrate on work has been as impaired as I’ve ever seen it.
Then at lunch I’d watch him daydreaming with this silly grin on his
face. If it’s not been you on his mind, I want to know what was.”
“Lee,
is he pulling my leg?” inquired an amused Debbye.
“I’m
found out,” Lee sighed looking slightly embarrassed. “He’s
telling you the truth, Debbye. My thoughts have been wandering to
you a lot this past week.”
“Really,”
chuckled Debbye. “I’m rather pleased to learn that you’ve been as
afflicted as I’ve been.”
Lee
blinked; then chuckled, “I think that tells me something encouraging.”
“Daft,
the both of you,” declared Lyman, shaking his head. “You’re both
gonna need me along just to keep you out of trouble.”
To
shared laughter, the trio headed for Lee’s car. With the range
bags loaded into the trunk, Lee & Lyman both hastened to open the
front passenger door for Debbye. Lyman beat Lee to the door, but
waved for Lee to do the “honors”. Laughing at this competition,
Debbye shook her head and chuckled, “You two are crazy! Don’t
stop though, cause I’m enjoying every minute. ”Debbye rather
enjoyed the drive to the range. As she, Lee, and Lyman joked and
chatted, she thought, This is
certainly a distinct pleasure, sharing a conversation with two
intelligent young male furs.
Reaching
the range, in an industrial area, they pulled into a moderately full
parking lot, Lyman leaned forward to Lee, “You take care of your lady,
I’ll get the range bags.”
“Deal,”
replied Lee as he parked the car. Popping the trunk, he got out and
went around the car to get Debbye’s door.
Ushering
Debbye out of the car, Lee reached in and locked the doors as Lyman
came from the back of the car with their range bags. Lee took his
bag and Lyman joined him in escorting Debbye to the range.
As
the trio approached the front door, a white female cat came running up
and hugged & kissed both Lyman and Lee rather
enthusiastically. Debbye stopped in surprise and then
shock. This seems more than
just a friendly greeting, she mused, yet Lee said he didn’t date much. Green
eyes and white fur start an exotic look that the sleek coat and bushy
tail accentuate,. Debbye observed to herself, and her casual dress of
jeans, tied-off button-front shirt, leather calf boots, and fingerless
shooting gloves just complete the picture. I can’t believe they’re
‘just friends’, came the aching thought, has Lee been lying to me?
Debbye frowned.
“So
how are two of my favorite guys?’ enthused the cat.
“Just
fine, Rava,” answered Lyman.
Pulling
Debbye forward, Lee introduced them “Rava, I’d like you to meet my
friend, Debbye Squirrel.” “Debbye, this is my good friend and
co-worker, Rava Purr.”
A good friend? Pondered Debbye, It sounds like maybe Lee has been lying to
me. Coolly she shook the exuberant cat’s paw. “Pleased to
meet you.” She turned to Lee, “I think I’ll wait for you two in
the lounge,” she announced with a decided coldness, “I don’t feel up to
shooting after all.”
“What?”
responded Lee in a surprised and injured tone, “What’s wrong my lady?”
“Please,
Lee,” she replied. “Let’s keep this civil. You can pick me up on
the way out.” Debbye hurried off to the lounge, leaving a
perplexed Lee scratching his head.
“What
the devil happened?” Lee asked Lyman. “All of a sudden she just
turned right off to me.” Lyman shrugged.
“What’s
going on and who is that?” asked a puzzled Rava.
“I
first met Debbye just over a week ago,” explained Lee. “We hit it
off real well and there seemed to be something special between us.” He
looked toward the lounge confused, “ We’ve been dating further to
explore that ‘something’. Then, wham, she shuts down to me
all of a sudden, right out of the blue.”
“Oh,
no!” exclaimed Rava. “That happened just as I came up didn’t it?”
Lee nodded. “She must’ve thought there was something between us,
especially if she’s not used to strong extroverts, like myself.”
“Just
peachy,” grimaced Lee, “How do I convince her otherwise?”
After
a moment, Rava replied thoughtfully, “You don’t. I was the cause. I’ll
do the healing. Let me talk to her first, Lee. I am sorry;
I just never, after all this time, expected a femme fur to be with you.
Let alone one I didn’t already know. I thought she was with Lyman. He
warned the last one you know.” She added with a smile.
Lee
sighed, “That’s better than anything I can think of. I fervently
hope that you can explain matters.”
“Meanwhile,”
interjected Lyman. “Let’s get our ear protection and get some
practice in. Remember the advice from that old s-f novel we
found? ‘It’s not your marksmanship on good days, but rather that
on stressful, tumultuous days that determines your chances of
survival.’ “
“You’re
right,” acquiesced Lee. “But I need to see this through.”
“I’ll
talk to her right now, and don’t worry. I won’t hurt her.” assured Rava
with a wink as Lee & Lyman headed for the rangemaster’s counter and
then the firing line.
In
the lounge, a heartsick Debbye pretended to read a magazine. This is as bad as any of Susan’s stories
she thought morosely, I thought there was something special with Lee,
and now this!
Debbye
looked up as Rava entered the lounge and quietly shut the door behind
her. “Girl,” she announced, “we’ve gotta talk.”
“What’s
there to talk about?” groused Debbye.
“For
one thing,” answered the cat, “I’ve inadvertently done a dis-service to
a really good friend. Lee and I are co-workers on the Special
Engineering Team and good friends outside work, helping each other out
when we can, but that’s all
there is between us. There’s no way,” laughed Rava, “that I’d ever be
romantically linked with him; our personalities are just way too
different.”
“But
what about how you greeted him? That seemed more than ‘just
friends’ to me!”
“Honey,
I’m just an enthusiastic person; I greet everyone that way.” She
stopped and thought a second. “Well almost everyone.” She looked back
at Debbye smiling.
“What?”
responded Debbye. Wait a minute
that sounds like Sabby’s description of Zig Zag. Ohmigod, what
have I done? Her face fell. “I’ve misjudged Lee, haven’t
I?” asked Debbye apprehensively.
“You
have,” sympathized the cat, “and he’s rather broken up. I’m sorry that
I caused this. You ok?”
“It’s
as much my fault. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. I’m
fine now. Can we start over as friends?” she asked shyly.
“I’d
like that. After four years of working with Lee, I know anyone
who affects him like this has to be worth knowing.” Rava extended
her paw, “Shake or hug, hon?” she looked a Debbye with a huge smile.
“Friends,”
agreed Debbye with a firm pawshake. “Now how do I square things
with Lee?” she continued shakily. “I really hate the thought of
losing him or, worse, driving him off.”
Rava
hugged Debbye close anyway. She placed her arm around Debbye’s
shoulder, “Judging by the condition he was in, I don’t think that’ll be
a problem. Shall I send him in here?”
“You’d
better,” sighed Debbye. “I need to know how badly I’ve destroyed
my bridges.”
Rava
stepped away, “I’ll send him right in.” she promised. “ Just remember,
if you build ‘em back properly, they’ll be stronger than if nothing had
happened.”
- - - -
Lee managed to cope, barely, with handling
his feelings; he’d managed the energy rather than trying to control it,
and was shooting decent groups. Lee had just emptied another
magazine and pulled his target back when a claw gently tapped on his
shoulder.
Looking
around, he saw Rava standing there. “There’s someone in the
lounge that wants desperately to talk to you, luv,” announced his
friend.
Lee
nodded and place everything on the shooting bench, “Get
everything worked out?” he softly inquired.
Rava
smiled and gave him a ‘thumbs up’. “It was pretty much what we
figured. Be nice to her. I like this one. And she is more
inexperienced then you are, luv.”
“I
couldn’t do otherwise,” assured Lee, “no matter what happened.”
With that he headed for the door.
Lee
entered the lounge, quietly shutting the door behind him. Debbye
sat downcast with her paws in her lap. “You wanted to talk to me,
my lady?” softly asked Lee.
Debbye
looked up with more than a hint of moisture in her eyes. “I’m
sorry, Lee.” She apologized. “I jumped to a hasty conclusion that
hurt us both. I know I was wrong, but other than apologizing and
asking your forgiveness, in addition to Rava’s, I don’t know how to get
back to where we were.”
Lee
squatted in front of her, took her paws in his, looked her in the eye,
and replied, “I’m not certain we can step back across this, my
princess. I think rather that we have to move on and build faith
& trust in one another while recognizing that we’re both
fallible. I can understand why you reacted the way you did, an
exuberance like Rava’s is kinda rare.”
Debbye
briefly chuckled, “Oh, I don’t know. From what little Sabrina’s
let drop, her boss is just as exuberant.”
Lee
smiled, “I’m glad you understand.” He paused for a moment and
sighed, “I guess we haven’t known each other long enough for you to
really know and trust me, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt
that you jumped to a conclusion and then turned on me without asking
any questions.”
Debbye
gave him a frightened look, Is he
going to treat me just as rough?
Noticing
her look, Lee continued, “However, that pain pales in
comparison to what I felt when it seemed I’d lost all opportunity to
explore that ‘something special’ that’s between us. My lady, you
have my forgiveness, freely given; joyously given.”
Debbye
blinked and hesitatingly smiled, “You really mean that?”
Lee
stood up and drew her up. “I mean that with all my heart and
soul,” he softly answered.
Debbye
responded by hugging him tightly, “Thank you, Lee. I know it’s
better than my behavior deserved.” She sniffled, “You
wouldn’t believe,” she murmured into his chest, “just how painful it
was to think that I’d lost you.”
“I
suspect I know something of that pain,’ whispered Lee. “Shall we
agree to talk more, jump to conclusions less, and give each other the
benefit of the doubt?”
Debbye
beamed at him, “I’d like that agreement very much.”
With
a relieved smile and a twinkle in his eyes, Lee bent his head down,
“Shall we seal this agreement with a kiss?”
“Yes,”
answered Debbye as his mouth came down on her’s and he hugged her
close. Debbye’s arms went around his neck and both their tails
moved to twine around the pair.
Both
were so engrossed in the resulting kiss that neither saw Rava look in,
smile, and turn and give Lyman a “thumbs up” and a wink.
When
they finally broke the kiss, Debbye laid her head back against Lee’s
chest. “When you said ‘all my heart and soul’,” she whispered,
“you weren’t kidding. I felt all of that in your kiss.”
“I
told you,” Lee gently chuckled, “and I felt the same from you.”
“So,
what do we do now?” smiled Debbye.
Lee
smiled back, “If you’re feeling better, perhaps you’d care for some
target practice after all?”
Debbye
chuckled, “Yes, I do believe I would.” She thought a moment and
continued, “Would you be offended if I asked Rava to coach me?
I’d like to get to know her as a friend.”
Lee
smiled in return, “No, I wouldn’t be offended; though I suspect you’re
as interested in finding out about me as you are about her.”
Debbye
gave a mock pout, “Darn, you found me out!”
Lee
just shook his head and laughed. “I don’t have any problems with
that, my princess, as long as the lady herself is willing.” He
extended his paw, took hers, and guided both of them out of the
lounge. As they exited, Lee waved Rava over with his paw.
Rava
strolled up with a smile on her face. “You two get matters
resolved?” she asked.
Debbye
just smiled as Lee answered, “Sure did. We both owe you one.
Now,” he continued,” we have another favor to ask; the lady would
appreciate it if you’d coach her shooting.”
Rava
turned to the squirrel, “Your idea, honey?”
Debbye
nodded, “My idea. I’d like to get to know you better.”
Rava
gave her a knowing smile, “Sure, I’ll be happy to. Lee,” she requested,
”please get out whatever you brought for her. We’ll get her some
ear protection and shooting goggles and join you inside.”
Lee
nodded, “Sure thing. I’ll see you ladies on the firing line.”
“C’mon,”
Rava said as she pulled Debbye to the rangemaster’s counter, “let’s get
you properly outfitted.”
Shortly
thereafter, Lee handed Debbye the .22LR pistol, the magazine, and a
full box of ammo. Rava led Debbye down the firing line to an
available shooting station. “This okay, hon?” she inquired.
“Sure,
this one’s fine.”
“Okay,
you load up and I’ll run a target downrange.”
Debbye
loaded the magazine and inserted it into the pistol. Working the
slide, she cambered a round, then put the safety on and topped-off the
magazine. “Nicely done,” commented Rava, “you’ve been trained
well. So, tell me hon,” she continued her full muzzled smile showing
some amusement, “are you interested in knowing more about me or in what
I can dish about Lee?”
“Both,
actually,” replied Debbye. “If my relationship with Lee continues
like it has, it’ll make matters easier for both of us if we’re
friends. By the same token, I’d be interested in learning more
about Lee; he’s the most interesting gentlefur I’ve met in ages.”
“Fair
enough. I’ll warn you, though; I don’t know any real dirt on him.
And his little secrets you need to ask him about.” Rava all of a sudden
took a very serious tone and stopped smiling for a second, “Now, step
up here and show me the stance you shoot from.”
Debbye
stepped up to the firing line and took an isosceles stance with a firm,
two-handed grip on the pistol. Rava stood right against her back
as she helped her make some small adjustments that would help her
comfort and accuracy, then when Debbye was ready she stepped back.
Debbye proceeded to empty the pistol with aimed fire. Rava
brought the target back and looked it over. “Not bad at all,” she
commented placing her paw on Debbye’s shoulder, ”especially for someone
who’s not shot in a while. You were well trained.”
Debbye
shrugged, “I suppose so, it kinda comes from being a cop’s daughter.”
Rava
grinned, “That’s something we have in common; my father’s a cop too, or
rather a retired cop.” Rava paused for a moment, “I think I
remember my father mentioning someone with your last name.”
Rava’s brow furrowed for a moment, then her eyes widened, “Honey,” she
inquired, “are you George Squirrel’s daughter?”
Debbye
replied with a chuckle, “Last time I looked, I was.” Debbye looked at
Rava slightly confused.
Rava
grinned, “His squad was the last one my father served on before he
retired.” She faced Debbye “Does Lee know your father’s profession?”
Debbye
laughed and then whispered conspiratorially, “Not yet. I figured
how he reacts will tell me something about him don’t you think?”
“That’s
dirty pool,” chuckled Rava, “and I love it. His reaction may
surprise you, though he definitely isn’t like most male furs his age.
Plus he knows my dad.”
“No,
thankfully, he’s not,” agreed Debbye. As she reloaded the pistol,
she continued, “So tell me, Rava, how’d you get on the Team with Lee?”
“The
Team was looking for someone to help on the manufacturing engineering
side of things and I have both a degree in engineering technology and
an A&P license. Add in that I paid my way through school by
spending my summers working as part of a NASCAR pit crew and I was an
excellent match for the position.” Rava continued, “I still keep
my paw in with a mechanics’ shop not too far from here. I do some
repair work, such as helping our two friends with their cars, but I
also built and maintain a race car for one of the local teams.”
“Very
impressive.”
Rava
smiled, “ And very time consuming.”
Stepping
back up to the firing line, Debbye waved for Rava to send to target
back out. “Same distance,” she requested. Resuming her
stance, she again emptied the pistol.
Looking
over the returned target, Rava commented, “Your shootings pretty
impressive, itself. That’s an even better group than the first
one. Want me to run the next target all the way down range?”
“Please,”
replied the squirrel as she again reloaded the pistol. “How long
have you known Lee and Lyman?” she asked in passing.
“Some
four years, we started at almost the same time,” answered Rava.
She chuckled, “It was something of a ‘scandal’ with some of the older
employees, it was the first time new-hires had ever been brought
directly into the team. Me, they could understand, at least
somewhat, good manufacturing engineers are always needed. It
wasn’t until our friends first project that people understood why
they’d been brought in.”
Curiosity
got the better of Debbye, “What happened then?”
Rava
laughed, “It was a simple problem, but previous solutions had not
produced a satisfactory resolution. Lee and Lyman got handed the
job somewhat as an initiation gag. Well between their knowledge of
aviation history, their ability to consider alternative approaches, and
their understanding of how things are done in the shop… they came up
with a solution that worked and was comparatively easy to fabricate and
install. You should have seen the looks they got when at the
presentation of their recommendations. Hon, it was priceless!”
Laughing
along with her, Debbye gasped, “Lord, I’d like to have seen that.”
- - - - -
Hearing the laughter, Lee & Lyman
looked down the line of shooting stations. Lyman dryly commented,
“Well, I don’t think we’ll have to worry about them getting along.”
Lee
chuckled, “Yep, just so they don’t make common cause against us.”
“As
if!” snorted Lyman. “Most likely for us rather than against us.
Rava is as loyal as we are.”
“Too
right,” agreed Lee. “Now, back to work.” With that he finished
reloading his .45 ACP pistol and sent his target down the range.
- - - - -
Getting her laughter under control, Debbye
finished reloading the pistol and returned to the firing line.
Concentrating on the more distant target, she focused her aim and
proceeded to empty the pistol yet again.
Retrieving
the target, Rava commented, “you need to get your aim point up a
little, the grouping’s fine but you’re a touch low.”
“I’ll
remember that,” responded Debbye as she reloaded the pistol.
Continuing her inquiry, “So how much do you see of our friends outside
of work?”
After
a moment’s thought, Rava replied,” Not as much as you’d think. I
helped Lee with the modifications to his Contour, both of them trust me
to handle the inspection, servicing, and maintenance of their cars, and
they’ve helped me with design problems on a couple of race cars.
I don’t see much of them socially, though; neither goes out anywhere
near as much as I do and they resist being dragged along. On the other
paw,” Rava continued with a feral grin, “when you need help, they’re
right there for you. When my marriage collapsed after only a few
months, they were the first ones there to help and my strongest
supporters all the way through the messy process.”
Debbye
looked up with a start, “I’m sorry to hear about that.’
“Don’t
be,” replied Rava, “I wasn’t. It didn’t take long after the
wedding for the smooth talk to disappear and the abuse to start.
I walked then, didn’t wait a moment, and don’t regret it a bit.
Oh, Craig kept harassing me, trying to get me to change my mind, but I
wouldn’t. It had just gotten to the point where I was going to
ask my father to step in when Craig called up. It was kinda
funny, he said ‘I was prepared for your father and his friends, but not
for the big guns you called in. I’m leaving you alone and leaving
town.’ I never did find out what happened, but I have a suspicion
our friends had something to do with it. They deny talking to
him, but there was something in their eyes that said they knew what
happened. I’ve never pressed them, but I’ve always remembered
their help.”
Looking
over at Lee and Lyman, Debbye responded, “How interesting! It’s
good to know that they’re furs you can depend on when things get rough.”
Rava
chuckled, “That they
are. I won’t claim either is perfect, either of them would be the
first to deny it, but they are steady, dependable friends and those are worth something.
Now,” she continued, “finish reloading that pistol and let’s try it
again.”
Debbye
finished reloading as Rava sent another target down range.
Returning to the firing line, Debbye concentrated on adjusting her aim
point and proceeded to yet again empty the pistol.
Retrieving
the target, Rava examined it and smiled, “That’s the way, hon; a tight
group smack in the center of the black. Load her up and let’s see
if you can do it again.” Rava put the target aside to show Lee
later.
Debbye
busied herself with the reloading. “So what, if anything, can you
tell me about Lee’s ‘dark side’?” she inquired. “I don’t mean his
secrets, just some of those areas where he’s ‘not so perfect’.”
Rava
smiled as she prepared the next target. “I understand, hon; you
want to know where some of those imperfections I mentioned are. I
suppose his worst ‘trait’ is his temper; he’s generally quite patient
and good mannered, but when he finally ‘loses it’ he can be a sight to
behold.” She shook her head at the memory, “The good side,” she
chuckled, “is that he doesn’t hold grudges, he has his ‘fit’ and gets
over it.”
Debbye
sighed as she finished the reloading, ‘I guess he proved his patience,
and maybe something more, this afternoon. You know, he said he
freely and joyously
forgave me?”
Rava
looked up surprised. “Really?” she inquired. “I think you
mean more to him than you realize. In which case, you’ll probably
run in to another of his imperfections. I know we cats have a
reputation for being stubborn, but he takes it to extremes. Once
he’s made his mind up on something important, it takes a really strong
argument to change his mind. He is, though,” chuckled the feline,
“honest enough that when an argument convinces him he’ll go with it
rather than sticking with his old position out of pride.”
Debbye
moved back to the firing line. “I expect I’ll learn to cope,” she
answered. “That is, if things go along the way they have been.
Now,” she continued,” could you please send that target down range?”
“Oops,
sorry Hon,”
Debbye
turned her concentration to the target and her fire from this magazine
chewed a ragged hole in the center of the black.
Rava
smiled as she brought the target back and set it aside, “Now that is doing it again.
You’ve got some real potential, hon. Care to try once more?”
“Once
more is all I’ll be able to do,” replied the squirrel. “There’s
only enough ammo left for one more full magazine.”
“Then
do it in style,” encouraged Rava as she sent the target out.
Debbye
stepped up, concentrated, and again chewed the center out of the target.
“Hon,
you’ve definitely finished up in style,” approved the cat as she
retrieved the target. Setting this target with the previous two,
she continued, “I hope you’ll be back here often.”
“I
imagine I will. Despite today’s shaky start, I’ve really enjoyed
myself,” replied the squirrel. “Besides, I know you now and I
won’t be blindsided again.” Debbye shook her head, “Lee really
should have warned me.”
Rava
chuckled, “I said the same thing to him. I’m afraid he’s
sufficiently used to my behavior that he doesn’t realize that it is
that rare.”
“Maybe,”
admitted Debbye, “but I don’t think either he or I will take as much
for granted after this.”
“All
to the good, hon,” counseled Rava. “Now, do you want to keep
talking here or would you prefer to move to the lounge?”
Debbye
looked around at the crowded range. “I think I’d rather leave
this position for someone to use. Let’s move to the lounge.”
Stopping
at Lee’s station to return the pistol, Debbye advised, “We’re moving to
the lounge, just come by when you finish.”
“Right,”
replied Lee. “We shouldn’t be too much longer. I’ve only
enough ammo for another couple of magazines; I doubt Lyman has much
more. We’ll be seeing you in a little while.” Stowing the
pistol in the range bag, Lee sketched a salute to the two femmes and
turned to continue his shooting.
Debbye
and Rava turned in the ear and eye protection and headed for the
lounge. Stopping at a vending machine, Debbye offered,
“Thirsty? I’m buying.”
“Sure
hon, thanks. All that talking out there, left my throat a bit
dry.”
Taking
their cans of soft drink with them, they entered the lounge and sat
down. After a few swallows, Debbye asked, “So what’s your father
doing now that he’s retired?”
“He
and some of his friends have started their own security firm,” answered
Rava, then she grimaced, “I swear, I see less of him now than when he
was on the force!”
Debbye
winced in sympathy, “Ouch! That is bad. My father’s
had to keep some odd hours, but he’s hardly ever been that busy. Of
course,’ she chuckled, “part of that may be that I’m still living at
home.”
Rava
chuckled, “Yah, that might help. Wouldn’t work for me, though;
I’ve been living on my own for too long to feel comfortable moving back
in.”
“I
can understand that,” answered the squirrel. Impulsively she
touched Rava’s arm, “Look, I know we’re just becoming friends, but if
you need to talk to a friend who understands being a cop’s daughter,
give me a call. I’d be happy to offer a friendly ear.”
“Thanks
luv, that means a lot,” replied Rava as she covered Debbye’s paw.
As they both dropped their paws, Rava continued, “Ya know, you’re a
good match for Lee; he’s offered a friendly ear and shoulder anytime I
need it.”
“Hm-m-m,
even given the short time I’ve known him, that sounds completely in
character for him.”
Further
discussion was interrupted as Lee and Lyman entered the lounge and set
their bags down. Walking over to the two femme furs, Lee
inquired, “So how did it go today?”
Before
Debbye could answer, Rava handed the last three targets over, “See for
yourself. Your friend’s been well trained and got her ‘eye’ back
quickly.”
Lee
looked at the three targets with tight ragged holes in their centers
and softly whistled, “I think,” he chuckled, “that I’d best stay on
your good side if I want to stay healthy.”
Debbye
blushed as Rava and Lyman laughed.
“Seriously,”
continued Lee. “This is excellent. I hope you’ll keep coming here
with us.”
Debbye
nodded, “I’ll accept that invitation. I’ve enjoyed myself and,”
she looked around and grinned, “the company’s been excellent.”
Lee
blushed a bit then replied, “It’s a date, then. In two weeks
we’ll come back for another session here.”
Debbye
nodded agreement with a smile.
Rava
laughed, “At least she’ll be prepared next time.” Turning to Lee
and Lyman, “I’ll see you two at work tomorrow and,” turning to Debbye,
”I’ll look forward to seeing you in two weeks.” With a farewell
hug to everyone she headed out the door.
After
Rava’s departure, Lee turned to Debbye; “You ought to keep those
targets, that’s really good shooting.”
“Could
you keep them?” she asked. “I really don’t have any place at home
to put them.’
“Sure,
I can do that.” Handing her a pen, he continued, “Initial and
date ‘em so they don’t get mixed with others.”
After
Debbye marked the targets, Lee stuck them in a side pouch of his range
bag. “I’ll put ‘em in a separate folder when we get back to my
place,” Lee explained. “Now, are you ready to go?”
When
Debbye nodded, Lee offered his arm and, preceded by Lyman, they headed
out to the car.
“Don’t’
we need to pay before leaving?” asked Debbye with a touch of worry.
“We
took care of that before we entered the lounge,” explained Lyman.
“Lee covered your and his charges.”
Debbye
looked quickly at Lee, “Can I reimburse you?”
Lee
smiled and made a ‘stop’ motion with his paw. “No way.
You’re my guest at my invitation; it’s my pleasure.”
Debbye
gave a resigned smile, “Fair enough, this time. In the
future though, I’ll pay my own way.”
“That’s
not necessary…” began Lee.
“Please,”
interrupted the squirrel, “I don’t want to feel like I’m sponging off
you.”
Lee
gave her a rueful look. “If you’re that determined, I’ll not
argue further.”
“You
know you’d argue the same way in her position,” chuckled Lyman.
“I think you’ve met your match, my friend.”
“You’re
right about the argument,” admitted the cat with a sheepish grin,
“Beyond that, we’ll just have to see.”
Debbye
blushed, but kept her own counsel.
Arriving
back at the car, Lee held the door for Debbye while Lyman stowed their
shooting gear in the trunk.
As
they pulled out of the parking lot, Lee noticed the time and suggested,
“Given the time, how about stopping for an early dinner? We can
go on back to my place afterwards and clean the guns.”
“Fine
by me,” answered Lyman.
“Sure,
why not?” responded Debbye. “How about Furry’s? It’s not
that far out of the way.”
Lee
looked at Lyman in the rear view mirror to get his agreement. Lyman
nodded. “Deal, then,” agreed Lee and they headed off.
As
they drove, Debbye looked at her two companions. “I’ve got a
question for you two and I promise that I won’t tell anyone. Rava
stated that she thought you two knew something about why her ‘ex’ left
rather in a hurry, though she says that you swear you didn’t talk to
him. What exactly did you do?”
Lee and Lyman exchanged looks in the rear
view mirror and nodded to each other. “Okay, I’ll cover that,”
replied Lee. “We never went near him but we did decide we needed
to take action after seeing him badgering Rava. We figured he’d
be expecting her father and his friends to make a move. So,
knowing how he’d treated her, we went down to Security and laid the
situation out for them; pointing out that anyone trying to establish
that kind of control over someone with her level clearance might be up
to ‘no good’. They agreed with us and sent a team out to talk to
him, one agent from DIS and the other from the FBI: I rather imagine
that scared him off.”
Debbye
chuckled, “Well, that explains the last remark he made to Rava. Why,
though, haven’t you told her?”
“We
were embarrassed,” answered Lyman. “Both of us are used to
dealing directly with problems and it feels ‘wrong’ to have to play
bureaucratic games. Besides, we did “bend” the rules a bit in how
we did it.”
“Well,
you accomplished your purpose and relieved her, but how did you bend
the rules?”
Lee
gave a low chuckle, “It’s more of a matter of which person in Security we
approached. We were very careful to talk to someone who knew her
father and was at least familiar with her. This person was more
than happy to help out.”
Debbye
snickered, “That was underhanded, but in a good cause. Don’t
worry, I won’t tell her.”
Pulling
into the parking lot at Furry’s, they were pleased to find it only
partially full. “Looks like we’ll get a table right away,”
commented Lyman. Catching Lee’s eye in the rear view mirror, he
continued, “Remember the last time we did this?”
“All
too well,” answered Lee. At Debbye’s raised eyebrow, he
continued, ”We’d stayed late at the range and when we got here the
evening rush was at full strength. It seemed to take ages just to
find a parking place, then we had over a half-hour wait inside.”
“Why
didn’t you two just go fix something at home?” puzzled the squirrel.
Lee
and Lyman looked at each other and then grinned sheepishly [quite a
trick for a pair of carnivores] at Debbye. “We’d both been
careless,” admitted Lyman, “and neither of us had anything in the
fridge but milk and juice.”
Debbye
rolled her eyes and replied, “Bachelors! Sometimes I think all of
you need keepers.”
Lee
and Lyman both chuckled, then Lee responded quietly, “You wouldn’t be
interested in applying for that position with me, would you?”
Debbye
started and stared at Lee. “You’re not serious! Are you?”
came her surprised response.
Lee
chuckled, “For the position of ‘keeper’, I’m most definitely
kidding.” He pulled into a parking space, stopped the car, and
turned with a blush to look Debbye in the eye. “But I’m starting
to think you may be quite qualified for another, more permanent,
‘position’ that includes those responsibilities and carries more
rewards.”
Debbye
blushed and asked quietly, “That ‘position’ would be…?”
Lee
smiled, “For now, ‘steady’ will suffice.”
Returning
his gaze, she replied, “I’ve considered applying for that ‘position’,
though it seemed a bit premature before, but not now.”
Lee’s
blush lessened. “Then we’ll table this for now,” he replied, “but
let me make my feelings clear.” With that, he leaned over to kiss
Debbye only to be surprised as she leaned toward him and made it more
than a simple kiss. Without thought, each reached out to hold the
other.
Lyman’s
soft “Ahem” from the backseat broke the clinch and both Lee and Debbye
blushed.
Debbye
asked quietly, “I trust I’ve also made my feelings clear?”
Lee
could only trust himself to nod and grin.
“If
you two are quite through,” continued Lyman. “I thought we were
here to get some dinner.”
Lee
grinned, “Fair enough. That is why we stopped here.”
“Then
why don’t I,” suggested Lyman, “ go get us a table while you two finish
up matters here?”
Lee
glanced at Debbye, who nodded agreement. “Good enough, we’ll see
you in a few minutes.”
Lyman
climbed out, locked his door, and headed for the restaurant door.
Lee turned to Debbye. “”I’ll be right around to get your door.”
Locking his door, Lee circled the car and held the door for
Debbye. Holding her paw as she exited the car, he locked the door
and then turned and took her paws in his. “Debbye, I know I put
you on the spot just then, but I felt I had to make certain you knew
how I felt. This afternoon scared me badly and I don’t ever want to take anything
between us for granted.”
Debbye’s
eyes widened in surprise, she paused for thought, & then responded,
“That also hit me hard, Lee and I feel the same way: I don’t want to go
through that
again. I didn’t feel ‘on the spot’, I was just surprised that you
were that open.”
Lee
smiled and hugged her to him. “I’m a private fur and it’s
difficult, but you already mean too much to me for half-measures.”
Debbye
hugged him back. “No half-measures then; your feelings are fully returned.”
“Now
that we’ve got that out of the way, shall we head inside?”
Debbye
sighed, “This is nice, but I suppose we should relieve Lyman.
Let’s go.”
With
that, Lee stepped back and offered her his arm. With her arm
through his and holding paws they headed into the restaurant.
Lyman
waved them over to a table set up for them. Lee held Debbye’s
chair, then seated himself and picked up a menu. “I took the
liberty of ordering iced tea for all of us,” announced Lyman. “Do
either of you mind?”
Lee
shook his head while Debbye replied, “No problem.”
Looking
over the menu, Lee quickly determined what he wanted and was ready to
order when the waitress returned with their drinks. “Will this be
one check?” inquired the rabbit. “Or…”
“Separate
checks, please.” Answered Debbye firmly.
Lee
responded, “You’re my guest; I insist…”
“We’ve
gone through this once already,” insisted the squirrel. “I want
to pay my own way; you know my feelings.”
Lee
gave her a resigned grin, then shrugged and turned to the
waitress. “Separate checks then, if you would be so kind.” He
requested ruefully.
“Certainly,
sir.” Answered the rabbit. “And you’ll be having…”
After
their orders had been placed, the trio relaxed. Lee tilted his
glass at Debbye, “You’re not going to allow me to do much for you, are
you?”
“Lee,”
responded Debbye, “I’m used to paying my own way. I understand
why you want to take care of matters and I do appreciate the feelings
behind that; but right now I don’t want to compromise my independence.”
“I
understand fully,” responded the cat. He chuckled, “Well, I
wanted a strong lady and it seems I’ve got one.”
Lyman
chuckled, “What was that old warning? ‘Be careful what you wish
for, you may get it.’ “
Lee
and Debbye returned his chuckle. Then Debbye turned to Lyman,
“May I ask a personal question?”
“Sure,”
shrugged Lyman, “but you’ll have to get his secrets from Lee. He
knows mine and I don’t want to get into that kind of contest.”
“Nothing
like that,” chuckled Debbye. “Lee’s told me that your father’s
family is from Italy and your mother’s is from England, but what
species are they? I’ve looked at you markings and I’ve looked at
your features and I can’t tell.”
Lee
winced a little at Debbye’s question, but Lyman held up his paw.
“It’s a fair question, my friend. Besides, you know I’ve heard it
enough times before.”
Lee
nodded his head, “I know. It’s just that I remember some of the
nonsense that’s followed rougher versions of that question.”
Debbye
raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What happened?”
Lyman
replied, “I ran into some trouble of a bunch of species purists and we
had some difficulties with them.”
“Species
purists?” Asked the perplexed squirrel.
“Yeah,”
responded Lee. “They’re a narrow-minded bunch convinced that
members of a given species should only be involved with and have
offspring with members of that species. Lyman’s mixed wolf and
fox ancestry really annoyed them.”
“So
what happened?” inquired Debbye.
Lee
and Lyman both grimaced. “Ask us when we get to my place,”
responded the cat, “I don’t want to ruin dinner by discussing this now.”
Debbye
shrugged. “I can understand that. I’ll wait until
later. So, Lyman, you’re a wolf/fox mix? Which parent is
which?”
“My
father’s family is an old family of Italian wolves,” answered
Lyman. “We’re not certain how far back the family goes…”
“But
I’ve seen church records dating from three-digit years,” interjected
Lee.
“But,”
continued Lyman, “family stories contend that we lived in the Lombardy
region at least as far back as the Roman Empire. Some stories
contend that our last name came from several generations which served
with honor in the legions.”
“Ah,”
responded the squirrel, “from the position of ‘Aquilafer’, the honored
position of carrying the eagle standard of the legion. I can see
where that could happen.”
“Yeah,”
agreed Lyman. “Anyway, my father’s family came to this country in
the late 1800’s. Dad followed in the family tradition and
enlisted in the Air Force. The first posting of his second
enlistment was to a RAF base in the UK; at a welcoming dance during his
first month there he met a young red fox vixen and they fell for each
other. Only then,” chuckled Lyman, “did he find out that her
father was the Wing Commander in charge of the base. My father
swears that the courtship was the most circumspect behavior
he’s ever exhibited. When I had the chance to visit mom’s family,
I found that their family records also go back to three-digit years.”
“Impressive,”
murmured Debbye. “I can’t see any reason to be ashamed of
anything.”
“Neither
can I.” Lyman admitted. “But there are those narrow-minded
chowder-heads that feel that way.”
The
arrival of their orders brought further discussion to a halt as all
three applied themselves to enjoying dinner. After enjoying their
dinners, they paid their bills, left fair tips, and headed out to Lee’s
car. As he helped Debbye into the car, Lee asked, “Are you going
to come in for just the story or are you going to stay and join us in
cleaning up?”
Debbye
didn’t hesitate, “Of course I’ll help with the clean up. I shot
one of those pistols and I’m not about run out on the dirty work.”
Lee
smiled, “I’d figured you for that attitude, but I do appreciate it.”
The
ride back to Lee’s apartment was filled with friendly conversation on a
variety of topics. Debbye was amused, and pleased, to find both
males to be well read on a wide variety of subjects. Lee was
equally pleased that his best friend and his lady got along amiably;
he’d been dreading the admittedly slight, chance that the two would’ve
clashed.
Arriving
back at the apartment complex, they found a parking slot near Lee’s
door and Lyman again volunteered to get the range bags while Lee looked
after Debbye. Once inside the apartment, Lee and Lyman set up the
dining table for pistol cleaning. Debbye required little
instruction and soon all three were involved in cleaning the tools of
the day’s activities.
Debbye
looked over at the two males, “Okay, you two; we’re back here by
ourselves, so spill the story of your encounter with those species
purists.”
Lee
leaned back in his chair and looked at Lyman, “Let me see, it was the
winter of our sophomore year, wasn’t it?”
Lyman
nodded.
“Okay,”
continued Lee, “it was, as I said, the winter of our sophomore year. We
had been roommates since starting at A&M and were good friends by
this time and well on our way to becoming a good team. We’d
attended a dorm party, primarily as designated drivers, and among the
others at this party were some rich kids from the ‘party animal’ end of
the dorm. These ‘animals’ had wasted no time in getting
exceedingly drunk and losing what self-control they had. That’s
when we found out that they were species purists; they started making
pointed comments about Lyman’s features and markings. Since he
grew up on a succession of air force bases, Lyman was used to this kind
of nonsense and shrugged it off. Then they started in with rude
questions and comments about his ancestry and parentage; which is why I
cringed a little even though you asked politely. My friend here
still managed to ‘keep his cool’, though I could tell he was starting
to get angry.”
Debbye
looked at Lyman, who nodded, “He’s right, it was taking more effort to
restrain myself, but I didn’t ‘lose it’ at any time.”
“So
what happened next?” inquired the squirrel.
Lee
continued, “These louts were feeling somewhat aggravated themselves by
this time. They were trying to provoke Lyman into
attacking them so they could ‘prove’ the ‘superiority’ of their
‘unmixed blood’ and it wasn’t working. Finally, they ganged up on
him. As the language had turned uglier, I’d kept more of an ear
cocked on what was going on. When they did gang up, I stepped
over and tried to diffuse the situation; my efforts were unsuccessful.”
As
he spoke, the events flashed before his mind’s eye:
“Get
lost, cat!’ snarled the biggest of the four canines surrounding
Lyman. “We’re going to teach this mixed - breed a lesson.
Unless you want the same, butt out!’
“Sorry,
no can do,” replied Lee politely through clenched teeth. With his
ears back, his eyes cold, and his fur up, he clearly didn’t look ready
to be polite. “He’s my friend, I’m bloody well not about to
desert him.”
“Be
it on your head,’ snarled a wolf, swinging at Lee. The
Rottweiler, Doberman, and another wolf jumped at Lyman but the initial
action had allowed him to get back-to-back with Lee. “So much for
a nice party,” snarled Lyman. “Let’s skip the next one and let
‘em find their own way home.”
“Fine
by me,” answered Lee. “Meanwhile, let’s deal with this little
problem.”
Lee’s
voice trailed off for a moment as the memories surged.
“What
happened then?” asked Debbye in wonder. “Isn’t four against two
poor odds for you two?”
Lee
and Lyman both chuckled. “The odds on that fight were poor,”
answered Lee, “but not for us. On one side you had four drunken
furs who only knew bullying, not serious fighting, while both of us
were sober and both of us had well learned how to fight in self
defense.”
“Truly,’
chimed in Lyman. “As many different schools as I attended, I had
to learn to stand up for myself. Lee’s never told me the
specifics, but I gather that learning self-defense was a necessity for
him, too.”
“Anyway,”
chuckled the cat, “we were much better prepared for this than they were
and we ‘wiped the floor with them’ in short order. Naturally, the
police were called because of the disturbance, but our assailants were
the ones taken into custody, given the evidence. Since I had kept
my claws retracted,” here Lee flexed his paw to show them, “we were
even commended for the restraint we’d shown.”
“I
guess that explains how you handled Kirk so well last night,” commented
Debbye.
“What?’
asked a surprised Lyman. “Another fight?”
“Hardly
that,” replied Lee, “merely a fur with too few brains and too many
ideas. I immobilized him quickly and persuaded him of the error
of his ways.”
“I’ll
bet!’ laughed Lyman. “Did you leave with a good line like you
left the fight we’ve been rehashing?”
“Nothing
that good.”
Debbye
cocked an eyebrow at Lee. “Okay, what’s the punch line I’m
missing?”
Lyman
answered, still chuckling, “As they were carting our opponents out the
door, Lee looked at them, shook his head, and commented, ‘I’d say that
your efforts to maintain pure blood have produced a family tree that’s
a twig.’ I’ve not forgotten the laughter on everyone else’s face
and the flush on our assailant’s faces from that line. Between
being convicted of disturbing the peace and the embarrassment of
losing, especially with that critique, they withdrew and went to some
other college.”
Debbye
shook her head, “That
was truly a nasty thing to do, Lee, but it sounds like they earned it.”
Lyman
chuckled, “No doubt. Anyway, that little episode firmly cemented
our friendship and our teaming. By the end of that school year,
both of us had been unofficially adopted by the other’s family and
welcomed into their home.”
“These
days,” commented Lee, “ we feel like the title of a used album I saw
the other day, ‘Twin Sons of Different Mothers’ [Dan Fogelberg and Tim
Weisberg].
We come from different backgrounds but we’re closer than lots of sibs.”
“Do
you suppose,” inquired the squirrel, “that you owe those furs for that?”
Lee
and Lyman looked at each other and chorused, “Nah!” The
unexpected chorus set Debbye chuckling and her chuckle infected the two
males.
While
the story had been going on, all three had finished their cleaning
chores. Lyman packed up and; looking at the clock, turned to
Lee. “I’d best be getting back to my place, I’ve still got some
things to take care of tonight.” Turning to Debbye, he kissed her
paw, “It’s been quite a pleasure to meet you. You’re even more
than I expected.”
Debbye
blushed, “Than you expected?”
Lyman
grinned, “Yeah. I know this cat’s standards and I’ve seen his
behavior this past week, so I knew something about you.” Seeing
Lee’s deepening blush, Lyman continued, “But I’d best say no more, I
think I’ve embarrassed him enough for tonight.” Clapping his paw
on Lee’s shoulder, he finished, “See you in the morning.” With
that, he left Lee’s apartment, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Still
blushing, Lee and Debbye stood looking at one another. After a
moment, Debbye dryly commented, “Well, that was quite an exit.”
“Sure
was,” replied Lee in an equally dry tone. Stepping over to
Debbye, he gathered her to him. “I’m sorry he embarrassed you
like that, I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”
Debbye
pulled him into a hug. “No, Lee,” murmured the squirrel into his
chest, “it was a surprise, not an embarrassment. “ ‘Sides I’m
relieved and flattered that your best friend thinks so highly of me,”
Stepping back, she continued in a normal tone, “Now, shall we finish
this up? I’m certain you’ve got matters to take care of, too, and
I need to get home.”
“Fair
enough. Give me a paw carrying this stuff and we’ll be finished
shortly.”
With
the firearms and cleaning kits stowed in the gun safe, Lee took the
trash out to the Dumpster and finished straightening up the dining
room. Looking around, Lee commented, “I think that takes care of
everything, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed your company and find I’m intensely
looking forward to next weekend.”
Debbye
stepped forward and hugged him. “Despite the difficulties, I’ve
enjoyed it too. Next weekend can’t come fast enough.”
Lee
chuckled and bent his head down, “Then let me kiss you good night and
I’ll walk you to your car.”
Debbye’s
arms sliding around his neck were as much an answer as her low
“Yes.” Hugging each other very close, their tails twined, the two
reaffirmed their feelings, agreements, and commitments. After
they finally broke the kiss, Lee and Debbye smiled at each other and
then stepped back as if by agreement. Lee offered her his arm
and, locking the door behind him, escorted Debbye to her car.
After she’d entered the car and Lee had shut the door behind her,
Debbye rolled down the window and beckoned Lee close. “Call me
tomorrow night and we’ll make plans for next weekend.”
“It
will be a pleasure,” grinned the cat.
“Then,
good night, my prince; sweet dreams,” said the squirrel in a low voice
as she kissed his muzzle.
“And
the same for you, my princess,” replied Lee with a gentle return kiss
to her muzzle. “Drive safely.”
“I
shall,” replied Debbye as she raised the window and backed out of the
slot. Lee watched until her car left the parking lot, then went
and took care of the evening’s remaining matters, though perhaps with
more of a distracted nature than usual.
Debbye,
too, was feeling somewhat distracted and consequently paid extra
attention to her driving. Arriving home, she parked where her car
would not block either of her parents’ cars. Entering the house,
she found her father sitting in the living room reading a professional
journal.
George
Squirrel looked up as his daughter entered the house, “Hello,
darling. Have a good time?”
“A
most interesting time,” replied Debbye. “I got to meet Lyman
Aquilaferi, Lee’s best friend, and another of his co-workers and
friends.” Coming into the living room, Debbye sat back in another
chair and turned to her father. In a pensive voice she asked,
“Dad, from your experience, what would it mean if a feline on the short
end of a 4 on 2 fight kept his claws sheathed?”
Her
father raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Well, first of all it
would tell me he’s self-controlled, it takes control to override the
body’s natural reaction. Secondly, it tells me that he was
confident of not needing them. I take it this young gentlefur got
into an altercation?”
“Some
years ago,” reassured Debbye, “his best friend, a wolf/fox mix, ran
afoul of some species purists and Lee stepped in to help his friend.”
“Then
I’d say Lee has good instincts and abilities,” replied her father,
“I’ve dealt with species purist before and they’re a stupid bother,
especially if one gets into uniform. Coupled with what Alisia
Nash told us earlier today, I’m getting a favorable impression of this
gentlefur. Is that what you wanted to know?”
Debbye
blushed, “Yeah, dad; thanks. I needed that to check my own
impressions.”
“I
see,” replied her father slowly, “well, just take matters slowly and be
careful.”
“I
will dad,” smiled the young lady. “G’night.”
“Goodnight,
darling,” he answered, “sleep well.”
Debbye
headed to her room to prepare for the next day and then for bed, though
thoughts of a blue-eyed male feline left her somewhat distracted.