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Gwen watched as the limo pulled away from the plane with Ruth on-board, then turned as John and Joe descended down the stairs to the apron.

"Congratulations again Joe, Gwen. It will be good publicity for the company to have a married couple as pilots." John said, shaking their hands.

"Ahem, about that sir...How did you find out so fast?" Joe asked.

"After the show you put on down at Sydney? I may be almost at the top of the company Joe, but I still get all the juicy gossip... That's why I am so disappointed that I/we the company didn't realise anything was wrong with her..." He gestured to the plane.

"About Janice sir," Gwen said quietly. "The bit about her pilots licence I think is true, but I would put a query on her mental stability when she is sent for suicide therapy... I think that the events in her life have affected her grip on reality at times..."

"Oh, what makes you say that Gwen?"

"Just some things she said to me alone during the landing... I think she may be fixating on Mr. Ruatha as well. The sooner he is out of her reach, the sooner she will be able to recover."

"Well, you will only have to worry about him for the next eight or nine hours... The next connection he can catch at Singapore, is the plane he flew out on from Heathrow. Have him wait on the other G6 with you until he can transfer. We have made sure he is in First again, so everything should be okay. Oh and don't worry, we, the company will honour his requests. If she can be declared fit, Janice will end up being trained for the big birds, to fly along with you. You will not have to worry about further action against you and the crew involved here. The security staff, and Janice's closer colleagues will have to be questioned though... We can't have this happen again. Next time it may not be someone like Ruth it happens with." John finished.

"Okay sir, thank you." Joe said.

"Nothing to thank me for Joe, I was a pilot once in the sixties. You broke some regs, but the situation demanded it. All in all it could have been a lot worse. Now, I have got to and finish that round of golf." John laughed. "I suggest that you all go and get a shower and changed into spare uniform, before the replacement plane arrives. No-one is allowed on board here, so you can transfer Mr. Ruatha's belongings when it lands."

John strolled off towards the helipad, signalling with his hand, and the pilot started the rotors as he approached. Joe and Gwen watched as the copter took off and headed north.

"Well that could have been worse..." Gwen said.

"Much worse... Let's go and tell Kyle and Janice, then we can have that shower..." Joe replied, and glanced at Gwen with a lifted eyebrow.

"Oh no," she smacked his arse. "None of that here... Besides Ruth pointed out that Janice is not going to be able to clean and dress herself with a damaged shoulder... I will take care of her... you can always shower with Kyle if you are horny!" She grinned evilly.

"Oh... I think I will take a pass on that, you little minx... Be careful with her though... If she gets violent she could hurt you or our daughter..."

"What do you mean daughter? This is our son!" She ran her hand over her belly, grinning.

"We'll see... Now seriously, do you think you can handle her?" He gestured up the steps.

"Yes, she is totally exhausted. I think she will only want to talk, bitch to bitch, if you know what I mean."

"Well, holler if she changes attitude, and someone should hear you."

"I will. Don't you worry I will." Gwen said, and they both climbed the steps to fetch Kyle and Janice.

"By the way, I almost forgot. Joe, what was your lunch order?" Gwen asked.

"You must be fucking insane. Do you think I still have an appetite after dealing with this fucked up situation?" Joe swore, Gwen thought for a bit and agreed with what he said.

"I doubt the others will be hungry. I'll cancel the order." Gwen walked back down the stairs while Joe continued on into the main cabin where the paramedics were packing up, ready to leave.

Joe sat himself on the sofa facing opposite to Kyle who seemed slightly uncomfortable with the stitches on his paw padding.

"You alright mate?" Joe asked.

"Fuck my life!" Kyle grumbled in reply.

"So this is what will happen according to John. Gwen is taking Janice into the crew bathroom to get her all showered and ready. We've already been notified about everything from dispatch, once the replacement plane is on approach, I will get a call on my mobile. Ruth has been rebooked onto an earlier flight returning to London from Singapore. One of us will escort him to his connecting flight so he won't need a boarding pass. You fine with that?"

Kyle nodded his head and growled to himself with a look of annoyance.

"Doctor told me that I can't fly for a week. I'll be grounded for seven days with pay upon returning to Sydney. Nor can I do my workout routine and worst of all, I can't shower! All because of these fucking stitches!"

Joe placed a hand on the husky's shoulder.

"You did all this for Janice didn't you? I promise that it will all be worth it in the very end. She is in desperate need of someone to support her, I mean...Just hang in a little longer," Joe reassured him.

Gwen re-entered the plane and walked past the two boys headed towards the rear of the plane.

"Come on Janice, let's hit the shower while the boys are sorting things out. Ruth will be gone for a few hours and John has gone back to his golf. We'll use the crew facilities in the terminal. I'll give you a hand to get the blood out of your fur." Gwen smiled, trying to lift Janice's mood, and held out her hand.

Janice smiled, and grabbed Gwen's hand, allowing herself to be led off the plane into the terminal buildings, and the staff facilities. Gwen went to the uniform lockers, and fetched a spare for herself and Janice. She looked the retriever up and down, shaking her head. "We are going to have to somehow get this on over that sling when we get you dry. Your bra's going to have to be binned as well, it's ruined."

"Oh, I can manage without the bra on the flight to Singapore... I don't plan on wearing the uniform when we are airborne either..." Janice whispered.

"Pardon?" "I am going to thank Ruth... Thank him the only way I can..."

"Are you sure that's wise Janice? I mean he is mated, and you know he is honourable...What if he refuses, it will only make you feel even worse about yourself."

"Oh he won't refuse me Gwen... He loves me... I love him... It's only natural..."

"You don't love him Janice... You can't love him, you only met him four hours ago. He can't love you either... Lust maybe, but not love."

"I will make him love me then!" A wild look started to form in Janice's eyes. Gwen started to look unsure, but Janice seemed to calm again. "I will make him come back to me... Get rid of his mate... Make him mine..." She turned and started to unbutton her uniform. "Come on then, let's get me clean... Even a predator like him won't want me covered in dried blood."

Gwen hesitated, and then threw the lock on the facilities door. She stripped Janice down carefully, removing and folding the sling, and then peeling the bandage away from the raw wound, making sure not to disturb the fresh stitching. She unclasped the bra, but allowed Janice to remove it and her thong, while facing away from her.

Gwen shucked her pilots jacket, hanging it on a peg, before quickly stripping herself nude, and then turning the water in the shower cubical on, running it up to skin temperature. "Come-on... Nothing I haven't seen before from the night at Joe's," she joked, beckoning Janice towards the shower, and stepping under the water herself.

Janice dropped her arms with a slight smile, exposing her breasts and nipples. Her long hair hanging matted with sweat and covering her neither regions, she joined Gwen under the flowing water, but kept her back turned at first.

Gwen grinned as the water matted her own hair flat against her body, her breasts showing through as bearded lumps, with pink erect noses. She helped Janice into the enclosure, careful only to hold he uninjured arm. They just stood still for a few minutes, letting the water penetrate right through to their skins, warming their beings against the harsh realities of the outside world.

Gwen sighed and reached for the soap, and started to gently apply a lather to Janice's head and spine, massaging it gently through the layers of golden hair. Janice sighed, and leaned back into the attentions that Gwen was giving her, mind drifting back to her puppy hood, before her father's death. "You know... My mum used to do this for me Gwen... I had forgotten how good it felt..." she whispered, barely audible above the running water.

Gwen smiled, and moved lower, gradually lathering down to Janice's hind quarters, but stopping short of her tail. "Mmm, don't stop Gwen..." Janice whimpered. "It's alright, I can't reach there myself and I want to be fresh..."

Gwen paused, frowning slightly. "Oh well, if you are sure dear, then we will move onto the blood on your arms." She gently applied soap to Janice's tail, then kneeling started to massage it into the hair around her ass cheeks, ensuring that the last vestiges of sweat were removed from around her ring with the tips of her fingers.

Janice smiled as the sensation started to spread forward, and she turned suddenly, catching Gwen of guard, and presented her vagina to Gwen's nose. "All of me Gwen... Please," she begged.

Gwen found herself staring straight into the moistened lips of a golden vagina, for the first time since junior school. Her masochistic swimming teacher made all the growing boys and girls swim around naked in circles, holding each other tails in their teeth. She had been too young then to know it was wrong, but had always smiled to herself when she'd got one of the boy's tails. The teacher had been fired in a large hullabaloo when he was found out, and they had to wear costume after that, and shower separately as well... Something alien started to twitch in her mind, as the scents from Janice enveloped her nose...

She stared up at Janice, who was peering down at her frozen helper between her dripping breasts. "Go on... You know you want to..."

"B...but I'm straight..."

"So am I, but I think we need to release some tension... If it helps, think I'm your puppy... You will have to do this for them as well..."

"No I won't... I will only use my hands..." Gwen blushed, realising what she had just said.

Janice grinned. "This will stay between you and me... Not all of mums' clients were male... I used to watch through the door, so know what I am doing so, and will return the favour..." She leaned her hips forward, planting her labia on the tip of Gwen's nose.

Gwen hesitated, then a warmth that was not originating from the shower started to spread from her own loins. 'Oh fuck it!' she thought, and gently ran her tongue from Janice's rosebud to her hidden clitoris, pushing through her neatly shaved hair, and savouring the taste. 'She smelt and tasted sooooo good...'' she thought, before starting to delve deeper, exposing the flushed pink flesh and clitoris to further attention. She felt Janice start to quiver gently, and her hand started playing with her head fur, before it joined her nose at the clit she was just starting to play with.

Janice sighed, quivering gently, and reached down with her undamaged arm, and started to fondle with Gwen's hair, between her ears. Patting and pulling at it gently, before running her claws down her nose, to meet her own clit and Gwen's probing tongue. She withdrew, and started to fondle her breasts, massaging then until the nipples became engorged, and her vagina started to release fluid in reaction to Gwen's further stimulus.

"Stop... This will not work in this position..." Janice whispered, and slid to the floor gently, the water still pouring over their bodies. "Stand Gwen, and let me lie on my back, then turn and present your tail to my face, laying flat on my stomach. We are about the same size, so should fit without having to spoon. Just be careful not to catch my arm..."

Gwen complied, gently straddling Janice's breasts, before kneeling and lowering her snout to resume licking at her slit. She groaned as Janice started to apply pressure to her own folds with her muzzle.

"You need a trim my dear... Your hair is ticking my nose..." She sneezed.

Gwen paused and laughed..." I am afraid Joe has never been one for giving me oral... He has a very ridged cock though, so I am quite satisfied..." She gasped as Janice pushed through her labia, teasing at her clit.

Janice withdrew and grinned. "That's no excuse for being untidy... And you forget I know about his cock from the club night..." She laughed, and then plunged back in, grabbing Gwen's clit with her teeth, sliding her good hand across Gwen's belly fur, and grabbed one of her nipples, rolling it between her claws.

Gwen groaned, as she felt Janice grip her clit, revelling in the pleasure it gave her, and starting to build towards her first orgasm. 'I wish she wouldn't keep bringing Joe up...' she thought, as Janice gripped and pinched her nipples, one at a time, as her mind started to phase into a pink haze. She returned the favour with one hand, making sure she didn't collapse onto Janice until they were both ready.

Janice started to moan as her own climax started to approach, the water from the shower filling the room with more and more steam. 'She's not bad for her first time...' she thought as her walls started to contract around Gwen's tongue.

Gwen felt her tongue being squeezed and let herself go, lapping at the fluids that Janice was emitting in copious amounts... Their sharp tangs mixing with the sluicing water from the shower, diluting them enough to just make her tongue tingle with the new tastes. Her mind just registered the slight taste of blood, as she lowered herself onto Janice's stomach, before going into her own full scale orgasm.

Janice smiled to herself as she felt Gwen start to spasm with her own orgasm, and will fully lapped at the resulting fluids that were spilling from the rough collies vagina. 'Mmm, they taste different with the pregnancy... None of other homeless girls tasted like this...' she thought as she abandoned her body to the all enveloping bliss.

They lay there panting in a mutual harmony for five minutes, before a knocking sounded on the door, and Joe's agitated voice was heard. "Gwen, Gwen? Are you alright in there?"

Janice giggled from under Gwen's tail, and ran her tongue over the still pulsing rosebud in front of her nose.

Gwen gasped, "Yes...yes dear! We are having some trouble with... With the blood in her long hair." she called. "Stop it you little bitch!" She growled under her breath to Janice who was deliberately trying to distract her.

"Oh...Okay dear. You have been in there for a long time and the replacement plane is on approach."

"We...We will meet you on the apron...You know how long it takes to dry me properly..." Gwen grimaced in concentration as Janice slid a finely manicured claw through her protesting rose buds ring, causing a second orgasm to start ripping through her body.

"Well don't be too long... I will transfer Ruth's belongings and start the pre-flight checks and refuel."

"Yeeeeeeeeeesssssss!.....dear!" Gwen virtually screamed, going over the edge again.

"You sure you're okay?" Joe queried again, as the half scream sounded through the door.

"Yes, Joe we are fine, she just slipped on the soap..." Janice laughed, as she called out between lapping at the new fluids that Gwen was squirting onto her muzzle. Gwen being completely unable to answer at that moment.

"Right... I will see you on the apron in no more than thirty then... This is your acting First Officer speaking." Joe ordered in a humorous voice.

Janice laughed, and Gwen joined in from the absurdity of the situation. She stood up gently and held out her hand to Janice, in order to help her up. They finished the shower quickly, Gwen carefully working the last traces of blood out of Janice's arm and shoulder hair. Turning off the water, she stepped out and started to towel herself down, playing close attention to her vaginal area, making sure to eliminate any lingering smells.

"Come on Janice. Let's get you dried off, before we start the hair dryers." Gwen indicated that Janice should join her.

Janice stepped out, a little dreamily, and allowed herself to be pat dried around her shoulder, and then be given a thorough rub down by Gwen. She leant forward and ran her tongue down side of Gwen's muzzle when the opportunity presented its self. "Thank you Gwen."

"No, thank you Janice... I think that we both needed that." She returned the lick. "I will have to work on Joe's sexual habits, I think." She giggled.

Janice laughed, coming out of her daze. "I believe you will... I learnt to enjoy it when trading favours for dry shelters... I blew the men and favoured the girls when it rained if I couldn't find anywhere... I genuinely didn't give my virginity to anyone except Brian..." She started to tear up again.

Gwen embraced her in a hug, and then waved a dryer at her. "Come on, or our Captain will report us for dereliction of duty."

Janice smiled slightly, and started drying herself. As she approached her private areas Gwen sniffed the air hesitantly. "Janice, did you take a hit to your stomach in the fight?"

Janice paused, turning the dryer off. "No... Why?"

"I can smell fresh blood again, and I tasted it a little when we were playing..."

"What date is it?"

"Twenty seventh I think."

"Ah, I about due for my season... Maybe the last couple of days stress is triggering it early..."

"Well you definitely can't go near Ruth then... I have heard that dragon seed is rather potent for a few days... They covered it Sex Ed. at school for us girls." Gwen cautioned.

Janice paused, and issued a sly grin as an idea crossed her mind. "I will take precautions then... He is sure to be carrying condoms. I have some too, but none that will be big enough if he is anything like I think he is... I will not let him leave until I have thanked him properly, and turned him to our mutual love."

"Janice. Stop it! He is bloody mated... Stop trying to ruin his life, after what he has done for you."

"His mate need never know... Unless he decides that I can offer him more than she can..."

Gwen shook her head. "Janice, hear me now... You do anything that compromises him, and I will blow the whole issue of your mental stability open to John and the others... You will never get your wings with Tangara."

"Oh I won't compromise him Gwen. He will be far too tired... I will do all the work and join him in his bed... If I can wake him enough to provide an anchor for my lust," she winked salaciously, "Then well, I will have some fun, and he can protest innocence to his mate, should she find out. Just as you allowed the drunken episode to pass without punishment for Joe, Sarah and me."

Gwen shook her head again. "Well make sure that nothing comes of it."

"No, I will make sure something cums out of it..." Janice giggled. 'One claw in the right place and I think he will be forced to come back to me...' she thought privately.

"Very funny, Janice." Gwen laughed shaking her finger in front of her nose. "Come on let's dress and join the boys, before Joe breaks the door down.

Janice complied, and they walked back out to the apron and the awaiting plane.

****

Joe shook Bob and Marshall's paw as they handed over the replacement plane to the gang.

"The plane was fully fuelled in Sydney so you should have around 10 hours of flight time with this fuel load. That is more than enough to do the 6 hour hop up to Singapore. Also Kyle, I'll make sure Rocky Asshole (Captain Morris Rocks) knows nothing about this incident. Get well soon!" Bob gave Kyle a friendly punch in the chest in an attempt to cheer him up. Marshall and Bob grabbed their briefcases and went to pre-flight the wounded bird back to Sydney. Gwen ran up to Joe and made a small request.

"Joe, do you mind preparing the plane for me? I want to talk to Janice for a bit."

"No problem Captain! But please remind me the ICAO code for Singapore airport again."

"Whiskey Sierra, Sierra, Sierra."

"Thanks. I'll call you if we run into any problems."

Gwen gestured for Janice to follow her into the plane, and they climbed up the stairs. They sat down on seats facing each other over the conference table.

"Gwen, I'm not sure I can do it. I mean, I'm not sure if I can fly a jet plane carrying 300 lives without breaking down."

Gwen grabbed her paw and stroked it, in an attempt to keep her calm and prevent her from crying.

"Janice, I'm sure this is what Brian would have wanted you to do. The airline's giving you therapy for obvious reasons, and I guarantee it will change your life, making flying a comfortable experience. Isn't this what you've always dreamed of?"

Janice looked out the window and saw a Qantas 767 turn south as it continues its climb to 34000 feet. A tear fell onto her cheek, realising that her biggest dream was being completely torn away from her in one big instant.

"Gwen, sometimes I feel like I'm missing out as a flight attendant. When all the other girls are trying to hook up with the hottest passengers they can find, I often think about the two men in the cockpit crafting the plane through the clouds. I sometimes imagine myself as the First officer and Brian sitting to my left as the Captain, flying us to a tropical destination. If he was still here today, I'm sure we would be just like you and Joe. In fact, I sometimes imagine Joe as Brian and myself as you.

Whenever you and I get scheduled to fly together, I always think about why I'm wasting time serving beer to some fifty year old virgin, while a beautiful woman like you gets to operate mankind's greatest machine at more than half the speed of sound. But whenever I try to convince myself to go back to flight instructing, I apply and never show up to the job interview. During CPR training as a flight attendant, I almost broke down in front of the other students when they taught us how to use the defibrillator. It was almost as if I was witnessing Brian's death again."

Gwen sighed quietly to herself. She didn't know whether to feel uncomfortable around Janice or to keep her sympathy towards her tragedies.

"What if I take you flying? I mean I'll accompany you and take over the controls when you are feeling uncomfortable, and you can do all the flying. I'm sure it will be a great opportunity for you to rekindle your love of flight. We'll rent a small Cessna 152 for an hour or two and fly over Blue Mountains or wherever you want to go."

Janice shook her head in doubt.

"I don't think I can do it. It's more than likely I'll have a panic attack and god knows what could happen. Gwen, you're pregnant! You know I don't want to hurt your puppy in any way. Gwen, tell me. Why did you want to become a pilot?"

Gwen smiled at the thought of how her naivety became a reality as she grew up.

"I was three years old at the time. My family flew me to the UK to celebrate my third birthday with my grandparents in Cheshire. I was the first generation in my family to be born in Australian territory and that was something my family was proud of. I remember the flight on a Cathay Pacific 747 down to Hong Kong before connecting on the next flight down to London. The girls wearing red blazers with their striped shirts, they were so nice to me. They gave me toys to play with, they gave me spaghetti to eat, and they even sang me lullabies to sleep. Right before we were getting ready to depart to Hong Kong, one of the hostesses decided to bring me to the Captain. She took me through the entire plane and up the stairs before strapping me in for a ride in the cockpit jump seat.

The Second officer was a young reindeer in his early twenties. He explained to me what the Captain was doing in very simple terms. The three men would play with loads of switches and slowly bring the plane to life. Then we begin taxiing to the runway where I saw many planes rising sharply into the sky. I was in complete awe as the bird flew away from us at such great speed. Eventually we turned onto the runway and it was our turn to take-off.

The Captain turned around and asked if I was ready for the ride. I nodded my head and he winked at me. The Co-Pilot pushed the throttle forward and I was screaming with joy as we went roaring down the runway. It was such a thrilling ride for a three year old, being pushed back against a seat with the blaring noise in the background. I felt like I was growing as I was forcefully pushed downwards. The nose of the plane was facing the blue sky and we lifted off the ground.

We went soaring high above the clouds, to this day I cannot describe the emotions I felt as the jet took me high above the ground. Eventually when things began to calm down, I fell asleep in the jump seat; dreaming about taking my friends on a jet this size and flying them around the world. I was always made fun of in my school about wanting to become a pilot. I was about to give up hope until I met Joe. We had the same dream, and here I am, carrying his offspring with his engagement ring on my finger. I'm sorry but I need to go help the boys now. But if you are ever in doubt, don't forget the words of Journey's biggest hit. Don't stop believing, hold onto that feeling."

Gwen stood up and gave Janice a quick hug before walking back to the cockpit.

****

Kyle confirmed that the plane was fully configured for departure, and decided to check his stitches which were starting to irritate him. Kyle unsheathed a claw and tried to break the surgical stitches when he was rudely disturbed by Gwen's entrance.

"You alright mate?"

"AHHHH!" Kyle screamed. "For fuck's sake you scared me." Kyle dropped his injured foot back on the ground in an attempt to hide what he had been doing.

"Sorry Kyle. Is Joe doing the walk around? I need to talk to you privately."

Kyle shifted himself and perked his ears to show that he was fully listening.

"Listen Kyle, Janice is getting mentally unstable, and she somehow is getting fixated on Ruth, who I'm presuming is somewhat similar in personality to her ex-lover. When Joe gets back I'll explain the whole story she told me. Between you and me, I think she really needs you."

Kyle's heart almost skipped a beat. He always thought he would be single for the rest of his life.

"Me? Why would she want me? I have nothing to offer her and I..."

Gwen cut him off abruptly and made her point.

"Kyle, you risked your own life in an attempt to save her. What more could she ask for? She wants to ruin Ruth's relationship with his mate."

"Who's ruining Ruth's relationship?" Joe asked.

Gwen turned around and gestured for him to sit on the empty jump seat, and briefed him on what she had told Kyle. The radio sounded and the voice announced that Ruth's limo was entering the air field. "Dammit. We will have to continue this when we are airborne." Gwen cursed, as she left the cockpit to greet him with others.

****

Meanwhile at a newsagent at Singapore Changi airport, Veronica sat behind the counter, giving herself a manicure by sanding her claws with a file. She yawned and checked her watch; she still had two more hours before her colleague took over for the next shift.

"Ladies and gentlemen may I have your attention please? Air France flight 383 bound for Paris is now boarding through gate..."

The rabbit sighed to herself. One of her biggest dreams is to visit Paris, but her measly wage could only let her dream.

"Excuse me madam, I have a shipment for you."

She grabbed a pen on her table and immediately signed the documents presented to her.

"Thank you!" Chimed the delivery man, as he left the shop.

Veronica grabbed a craft knife and cut open the parcel to check for any damages. She opened the lid and found a box full of the latest issue of her favourite magazine. This month's cover featured a husky in her late twenties, in a flight attendant's uniform. Veronica was slightly confused at why they would choose a hostie for the cover shot, but noticed the bold caption to the right of her.

'How I stay fit without a gym at 11,000 metres'.

Veronica wrote a quick e-mail to her boss, requesting for a deduction in this week's wage to purchase a magazine. She eagerly tore open the plastic wrapping and went to find the Husky's article.

****

Three hours later, Gwen was sitting at the pilots controls, with Kyle at her side, and Joe observing from the jump seat. They had reached cruising height ten minutes previously, and the auto-pilot was engaged. She turned to face the others.

"Joe, can you check in the back for me please... Janice has got definitely got something planned again..."

Joe raised his eyebrows, but un-clipped his belt and stepped out of the cockpit into the rear of the plane. He was back in less than two minutes. "She is asleep on the couch, and Ruth's door is closed, and showing red on the lock. You have nothing to worry about love."

Gwen looked at him unsure, but nodded. "Right, well we three need to talk."

Kyle turned in his seat, as Joe re-sat himself on the jump.

Gwen took a deep breath. "Janice is not stable...mentally. She confessed to having visions when we were coming into land on the other plane. I told Mr. James, and he is going to en-roll her in more than just suicide counselling. My bigger concern is that she has formed a love fixation on Ruth."

"Well that will pass when he is out of her reach in a few hours." Kyle piped up.

"I don't think it will... She was absolutely adamant that she would try and entrap him from his mate when we were in the shower." She glanced at Joe blushing. "I even allowed myself to be talked into relieving her emotional pressure when we cleaning each other."

Kyle grinned, catching the inference immediately and picturing the scene. It took Joe a few seconds longer to realise what she was admitting to, then quelled Kyle's grin with an icy look. "B...but..." he started.

"She is coming into season you bloody idiot... Her mind is fucked up enough without her hormones taking the wheel as well... I was hoping that it would stop her from forcing Ruth into something he definitely doesn't want." She barked at him.

Joe subsided, but with a look that spoke of a private conversation later. "Well she is sleeping at the moment, and Ruth looked exhausted when he boarded. Let's keep the bird smooth, and he should be gone before she gets a chance to do anything more." He said with reassurance.

Gwen turned to Kyle. "Kyle, how serious were you, on your attraction to her?"

"What?" He blushed.

"You mentioned that you fancied her in the aftermath of the disaster..."

"Did I?" lied Kyle in an attempt to keep Gwen and Joe away from the topic.

"Yes, you did," Joe confirmed.

"Well, I had always admired her body... But pilots don't form relationships with the rear crew..."

"Of course they bloody do... they just keep them private. Most of the rear crews are only working the planes in order to hunt mates... They usually find them amongst the passengers and not the cockpit though. It does happen though." Joe waved a finger at him.

"Do you still fancy her?" Gwen pressed.

"Well yes."

"Are you in a relationship?"

"No...!"

"Then as soon as Ruth's out the way, you get your arse in the back, and I will fly us home with Joe. Distract her from her fixation...her feral instinct will override her mind when she sees an available cock." Gwen said.

"B...but I can't take advantage of her..."

"Look Kyle... It will hardly be an arduous task for you... Personally I think it will help you settle your nerves, if you get into a stable relationship..."

"My, nerves?" He questioned, not dismissing the idea of mate-binding with Janice.

"The scuttlebutt around the pilots meetings, is that you have come close to losing it on a couple of occasions... You also run a fine line when it comes to showing up on time... Sharing a bed with someone means you have a back-up; a living alarm," Joe paused, glancing at Gwen slyly..."Unless that alarm happens to want to detain you..."

Gwen took a swipe at him, and then sniffed the air. "Erm, guys do you smell what I smell?"

Kyle and Joe both took deep breaths and looked at each other. "Bloody master key!" they all said at the same time, as the smell of mixed musks permeated the cockpit.

Joe jumped up and went into the lounge... It was empty and so were the crew facilities. Ruth's door still showed red, but he placed ear against it, and could hear the activity within. He shook his head, and retreated to the cockpit, trying to cover his own erection.

Kyle was also trying to keep control of his pants, while Gwen pretended to ignore the problem. "Flush the air system, whatever it is she planned... she is enacting. We are too late. Kyle, go and take care of that in the toilets before we end up with even more of a mess."

Gwen activated the air flush system, while Kyle extracted himself from his seat and headed into the crew facilities. "Gwen, will you do me the same service please, or do you need relief as well?"

Gwen grinned and confirmed that the controls were in a fully auto mode. She stood and walked to the cockpit door, flicking the lock into position. She dropped her thong and lifted her uniform skirt, before folding her arms on the pilot's seat in front of her, looking out of the aircrafts' window. "Come on Joe... let's make this truly a cock pit... I've always wanted to do this..." she looked coquettishly over her shoulder at him.

Joe grinned, and dropped his pants, sliding himself into her damp warmth in one thrust. "You know Captain Cooper. This is strictly against regulations..." he started to form a rhythm.

"Yes First Officer Williams," she panted as he began to push her against the pilot's seat. "You will have to punish me thoroughly..."

Joe grunted and brought himself to a pheromone aided, fast conclusion, before he pumped ropes of fresh seed into her already inhabited womb. He withdrew and pulled some tissues out of his pocket.

"Ah, ah Joe, you are not finished yet..." Gwen tickled her tail tip on his nose, as she heard the sound of the cockpit door being tried.

Joe frowned, ignoring Kyle's door rattle. "But Gwen... We don't do oral normally..."

"No, you don't normally give oral... you receive it gratefully enough... One thing I learnt in that shower with her... you do the cleaning up from now on..."

Joe sighed, and bent to clean up his cream pie that was emerging from her lips, quickly getting into his tonguing, and starting to play with her clit, until she flushed the remainder of his juices out with her own. "You know love... you don't taste to bad now..."

"What do you mean now?" she panted in the afterglow.

"Well before when we tried this you made me heave..."

"It must be the addition of your own offerings... From now on, every time you finish before me, you get to finish me off!"

"Don't tempt me Miss Cooper..."

Gwen spun as he withdrew his muzzle and knelt in front of him. She grabbed his deflating cock, and pumped at his shaft, then deep throated it, sucking all the remaining seed from it, and cleaning it externally down to his sheath with her tongue. "Mmm, you are lucky that I enjoy our tastes as well then," she grinned up at him.

Joe laughed, and handed half the tissues to Gwen, before drying himself carefully, and allowing a full withdrawal into his sheath before pulling his pants and trousers up. Gwen re-donned her thong after padding herself out with the tissue.

She re-sat herself in the pilot's seat and re-engaged control. "Let Kyle in... and what are we going to do about her?"

Joe threw the lock, and opened the door allowing Kyle back in with an understanding grin from him. "Well I think we should wait and see exactly what she has done... With luck it's only thanking him with sex... It's too late to do anything now."

"Yes... I will wake them Joe when we hit final approach to Singapore." Gwen finished as Kyle took his seat...

****

Meanwhile in Bali, the crew of TA437 made their way to the immigration counter. As usual, the pilots were chatting away about housing benefits and personal finance, while the hostesses were spreading rumours about their colleagues.

"It's been confirmed that Gwen and Joe really are a couple. Maria told me that she heard them fucking through the bathroom pipes in Honolulu."

There was a lot of chattering amongst each other until one of them caught everyone's attention.

"That's old news. Oh my gosh! When I returned from my shift to Perth last night, Joe proposed to Gwen on the tarmac!"

There was a gasp and the chattering ensued. Harry and Christopher usually took part in the conversations, but decided not to join them as they went hand in hand, following the Captain and the co-pilot. Chris broke the grip and wrapped his arm around Harry. Harry was slightly taken back his public action but leaned his head on the Beagle's shoulder as a sign of affection.

"Why didn't I meet you earlier?" purred Harry.

"Fate always tries to save the best people for the last." Christopher teased.

"I've been all around the world, searching for my perfect puzzle piece. I travel all over the world, only to find out he lives in the same city. What..."

"I'm sorry but Chris, Harry, can I please talk to you in private?" Interrupted the Chief flight attendant.

Chris and Harry looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Chris unwrapped his arm and the two men followed the squirrel away from the rest of the crew.

"Chris, Harry, as far as I am concerned, I am supportive of you two being together, but I must remind you that the majority of Indonesians are against homosexuality. This is mainly due to religion. I'm not saying it's illegal but please save it for the hotel rooms. The reason for Air Tangara's success is due to our ability to break down any barriers between any forms of culture. I don't want you to offend the locals here, and bear in mind that you are carrying our company's image. I'm sorry for being really blunt and I hope you understand what I mean."

Harry sighed and nodded his head, while Chris shook his head in shame.

****

Janice's dream:

Knock Knock.

Janice slid her ultrasound images into a brown envelope and went to open the door.

Knock Knock.

Janice looked through the peephole and unlocked the door, greeted by the sight of her new husband.

"How's my fly-boy?" Janice teased, in an attempt to cheer him up from a full day at the office.

"Nothing much new, how's the baby; fly-girl?"

Janice gestured for the white dragon to sit while she went to get the brown envelope. Ruth grabbed his dPhone and went through all the messages he received from his colleagues back in London.

"Honey, I did a scan today."

Ruth dropped his dPhone in surprise, it breaking apart by his feet. Janice sat beside him and handed him the brown envelope.

"Ruth, it's a girl!"

Ruth pulled out a printed image on a piece of A3 paper with a USB attached to it. Ruth could recognise the tiny wings on her back and the drooped ears on her tiny head. He turned the page over and saw the 3D computer rendering on the foetus. It appeared to have hair like Janice and a dragon's torso.

"I don't know what to say. I am absolutely thrilled." Ruth commented, as he began to stroke Janice's ear.

"What is it?" Janice whispered in a seductive tone.

"It's me, Gwen".

****

Janice's eyes flew wide open, upon realising that it was Gwen petting her ear she threw her paw off as an act of frustration.

"Ruth, you have a problem now... I warned you this bitch was in season..." Gwen said solemnly.

'Shit, she found out!' Janice thought, as she tried to look innocent. Janice was on checkmate, knowing that there is no way she could escape when the main attention was on her.

"Have you not looked down at yourself?" Gwen asked Ruth, as she was concerned about Janice emitting a similar scent to her own.

"No, I fell straight asleep after she finished what she had started... I watched her put the condom on myself, or she would have been thrown out..." A look of uncertainty crossed his face, and he could feel the now cold liquid on his tails base.

"Well, something failed Ruth... You are covered in the results... She is now off heat..."

'What am I gonna do?' Thought Janice as she bit her lip.

Janice felt droplets of bodily fluid drip from her rose petals as Ruth rudely pushed her away.

'Will he forgive me? No, that's not important. Will he stay with me forever? Will he get rid of his mate? Did successfully conceive a puppy with him? Will I lose my chance of becoming a pil...'

Janice screamed as Ruth pulled her up her hand forcefully. She lost her balance and landed on her injured shoulder. Ruth forcefully retracted her claws with his talons, sniffing at them, and then dragging her across to Gwen with all his might. "Witness Gwen please, then get my phone." He ordered.

Gwen looked as shocked as she was at the way he was treating her, but bent to examine what he was showing her. There was a clear strip of latex embedded in her claw sheath. Gwen looked up in horror at Janice, who had a pained, but smug look on her face. She quickly grabbed Ruth's phone and handed it to him.

Ruth set the camera to picture, and handed it back to Gwen. "Please, capture that."

Gwen clicked the camera twice, and Ruth released Janice's arm. Janice saw the open door and briefly thought of escaping. Her mind snapped back, only to experience un-commanded contractions in her throat as Ruth was asphyxiating her.

"Gwen, part her legs and photo the affected area... fully." Ruth growled.

Gwen was completely gobsmacked by the gentle beast's sudden change in behaviour.

"Now Gwen... Or I will knock her out and do it myself..." Ruth threatened.

Janice was completely humiliated of any privacy as her colleague forced her legs open and took pictures of her exposed genitals. Janice was completely confused with her lover's intimidating actions.

"Ruth love, stop it... You are hurting me..." she managed to force out between breaths.

Ruth released her, rewarding her with a fresh supply of oxygen before swiping her straight across the side of her face, drawing blood from her lip. "I am not your fucking love, you fucking brainless whore..." he shouted, silencing her.

Janice wanted to cry, she had been completely betrayed by someone she thought she could look up to and call a hero. Ruth pushed her off the bed, causing her to squeal in pain as she landed on her injured shoulder again. Janice forced herself into a more comfortable position, taking a clear glance of the condom she'd pierced, now covered with the dragon's semen and her heat cycle blood stain as Ruth laid it out.

"Gwen, can Kyle hold a level flight circle on his own?" Ruth asked.

"Yes... Why?"

"We have enough fuel?"

"Yes... Enough to take us back down to Darwin..."

"Get Joe into the lounge for me now, put the descent on hold... I may lose control in the next discussion... And you haven't the strength to put me down if I do..." He glared at Janice as he spoke, and Gwen backed out of the cabin, running for the cockpit.

****

"Descend and maintain 35,000 feet, To Go 1 X-Ray." Joe answered to Singapore Approach, as Kyle readjusted the autopilot for a slow and gentle descent from their cruising altitude. The flight deck door flew open and Gwen appeared, looking somewhat distressed.

"Baby, are you okay?" Joe asked with a concerned look across his face.

"Gentlemen, Janice purposely broke Ruth's condom..."

"Fuck no!" hollered Kyle, who was looking somewhat jealous of her actions.

"Ruth wants us to stay in the holding pattern while we get this shit sorted. Joe, he wants you to assist him as he interrogates Janice. Kyle, you stay here and fly the plane. If you want some alone time I've got tissues in my handbag which should be to the left of the captain's seat. I don't mind you dealing with that boner of yours when we are gone."

Kyle shot Gwen a dirty look to show that he had been insulted.

"Kyle, see if you call JJ with your mobile and try to get us into the holding pattern." Joe Instructed. He unfastened his seatbelt and followed Gwen out of the flight deck, closing the door as he left.

Joe rumpled his nose, as the smell of sex lingered in the main cabin. He followed Gwen to the rear of the plane where Janice was heading for the couch from the cabin. Ruth was standing angrily behind her in the doorway.

"Floor, whore..." Ruth growled.

Janice complied without attempting to fight back, leaning against the conference table leg, with her legs wide open. Joe saw her moist lips glistening from the reflection of the bright cabin lighting and felt an erection form in his pants.

'For fucks sake control yourself! You're not Kyle Harrison, you're Joseph Williams.' Joe thought, as he tried to control the sexual urge building up inside of him.

Ruth stalked over to the bar. He grabbed at the half full whisky bottle from its holder, turned and bit through the neck with his teeth, splintering it, and spitting out the glass in Janice's direction. He poured the contents down his throat coughing a little at the burning sensation, allowing it to anaesthetise his gums where the glass had pierced.

He handed empty the bottle to Joe, and turned. "Back of the skull hard, under my horns if my feral side takes over. Do not hesitate if I start to stand Joe, it should put me down long enough for me to regain control, if not knock me out... Do not let me hurt her any more..."

Joe glanced at the bottle in his hands and watched as Ruth retrieved his phone again from the cabin, and took a seat on the recliner. Joe and Gwen perched on the couches edge to a wait what he did next. Ruth did some tapping and swiping with the touchscreen on the phone, checking its memory level, and set the camera to record then passed it to Gwen. "Focus on her, and then hit record." He directed, sighing.

There was a beep, and Ruth turned to face Janice.

"Why?" he asked quietly.

"Because I love you and love me..." Janice started.

'For the mother of all sheepfuckers, Gwen was right after all' thought Joe as he clenched his fist tightly against the whiskey/wine bottle.

"Stop!" Ruth shouted. "You know I do not love you... The one thing I clearly remember about the stunt you pulled in there was that I told you that you were not my love...and never would be."

"B...but you saved me..." the deluded bitch stuttered.

"Stop again!" Ruth interrupted. "I saved you, as I would have anyone else... As anyone would in the same circumstances as me, if able."

"B...but I love you..." she started shivering.

Gwen reached over and grabbed Joe's paw for reassurance.

"No you fucking don't, you fucking love the idea of me... A man that you can admire...Give yourself to... To act like the whore you are with..."

"No!" she screamed.

"Yes!" he roared back, cowing her. "Now look what you have fucking done! If you have ruined my relationship with Jessica...I...I..." Ruth's talons pierced the recliners arms, as he visibly fought to control himself. He panted and retracted them again. "You are worse than your pitiful mother ever was..." he started.

"No!"

"Yes! She conceived you for the love of your father... She could never have known what was to come... You close as damn it raped a mated man, through pure selfishness in your desire to get his illegitimate child from his seed, by sabotaging the condom he insisted upon... Knowing full well that it would never have its father to live with..."

Gwen broke her grip and jerked her hand onto her womb. She gave a slight sniffle as she saw her friend being torn apart in front of her eyes.

"No! You will stay with me now... Stay and raise your child with me at your side..." she begged pitifully.

"Never, Janice! You ruined any chance of me ever associating with you again when you took from me that which was never freely given...what's more you have proved that you are not fit to keep the pup yourself..."

"What?!" Janice started.

Joe reached over and planted a kiss on Gwen's ear while she wiped away her tears with her spare hands.

"Yes, you may ask that... that much I will grant you."

He turned to Gwen. "What's your average gestational period."

"About six months." She whimpered quietly.

"Well it may be longer, due to the mixed nature of the child here. Keep recording. Joe you can relax now... It's over."

Ruth turned back to Janice, who was sobbing into her hands, the situation she was in truly hitting her for the first time.

"I will hold my agreement with John and the company, Gwen, Joe and Kyle can't suffer because of your actions here now; but there is to be a few changes. Janice, upon landing at Singapore, I will leave this plane, and your life until such time as MY child arrives. I will then arrive without warning, and with the correct paperwork to take him/her back to the UK with me. That will apply whether or not Jessica chooses to stay or leave me because of your direct actions. Any child of mine will not be put through the upbringing that you have..."

Janice started to protest... but Ruth cut her off with a growl.

"Two things must change for that course of action to be curtailed... and I believe you can change them with help," he sighed, shaking his head. "The first condition you will have to fulfil, is a stable and loving household... That means a ring on your finger, and a father who knows the origin in full of the pup you carry... The first condition could only happen, if the second condition is fulfilled.

"When we land at Singapore, I want Joe to escort me to your local Op's control centre. The contents of that recording on the phone, complete with the still pictures are to be emailed by me from your control centre to John, and your personnel department. I am no psychologist, but I believe your current predicament has been caused by the stresses and emotion strains of your circumstances throughout your upbringing to this date. If so, you can be cured... To fulfil my first condition, you will have to be independently certified as fully sane and stable of mind, and be enabled to further your training as a pilot with Tangara, before MY child arrives. You must also gain your wings, by the dawn of MY child's first birthday. Or my first course of action will be enacted with no course for argument."

Ruth turned towards Joe and Gwen. "I charge you Gwen Cooper and you Joe Williams along with First officer Kyle Harrison to remind her on every possible occasion of the conditions that I have set. I would also like to continue our relationship as friends from this point on, and not as crisis acquaintances." He stood and held out his hand, and Gwen stopped the recording.

Joe stood and gripped Ruth's hand with his own, and shook it. "I believe you have been more than fair considering the situation... I accept the responsibility."

"Thank you Joe." Ruth turned to look at Gwen.

She placed the phone on the couches arm and stood, also gripping his hand. "I accept the friendship and responsibility too."

"Thank you, Gwen." Ruth turned and faced the sobbing Janice, and walked over to her, extending his hand.

She looked up at it, and then his firm but caring face and gripped it, allowing herself to be pulled upright. He extending his tongue and stemmed the bleeding on her lip with a touch, staring deep into her troubled soul. "You know now, what you have to do... The next eighteen months of your life are going to be different... and I hope for your sake better. You can never have me, for I can never forgive you for putting my relationship at risk with Jessica, but you can have OUR child to live for, if you work hard enough and stick to the conditions that have been mapped out for you."

"Tha..."

Ruth placed a talon on her nose tip, forestalling her apology, and led her to the recliner, forcing her to sit and strapping her in. He reached into the torn arm where his claws had penetrated, and removed a broken spring. He poked at the seat-belts catch and twisted, snapping the piece into the lock, and testing it to see of it held. He placed a hand on her mid-drift, and shook his head silently. Janice sat quietly, knowing this was what she deserved.

Ruth stood up and walked over to the waiting Joe and Gwen. "Cut her free when you are on the way back to Sydney...not before. I don't trust her to try something else... like following me. Joe can you get this bird on the ground safely with Kyle, and brief him as to what has gone on... I need to borrow your fiancée please."

Joe nodded, and turned walking back to the cockpit. He was about to type the password into the keypad next to the flight deck when he realised what Kyle could be doing. He paused and grabbed a interphone to call him. Joe waited for a bit and he finally picked up.

"WHAT?!" Kyle growled.

"Hey Kyle, this is Joe. Can I come in?"

"Is Gwen with you?"

"No."

"Do you think you'll be disgusted?"

Joe paused a bit, realising what Kyle has done. "Ummmm... I guess not?"

Joe heard a click on the transmitter as Kyle hung up on him. Another clicking noise was heard from the door as the mechanisms unlocked itself. Joe pushed open the door slowly and saw Gwen's Gucci handbag on the centre pedestal. There were tissues all over the floor and another one resting on Kyle's limp cock.

"What are you waiting for? Close the fucking door."

Joe locked the door behind him and sat himself back onto the left hand seat. Kyle gave himself a few more scrubs before tossing the tissue behind him.

"So what happened in the interrogation?"

****

The landing went without a hitch. Joe re-emerged from the cockpit and observed that Janice had made no attempt at movement. Gwen was not in evidence, so he knocked on the bedroom door. She opened it, and stepped out, giving him a hug.

"How long before his connection is here?" she asked.

"It's already on changeover now. Ruth should be able to board it in about thirty minutes."

"What did Op's say about the thirty minutes delay on approach?"

"I had to brief them after I had told Kyle, so they know to expect me and a guest. Kyle's shutting the bird down ready for refuel. Open the door and I will escort Ruth to the control room now... John is going to be really pissed when this further mess hits his inbox."

"Yup... her treatment isn't going to be cheap, and could be a waste of..."

"I am not deaf Gwen!" Janice snarled, from the recliner.

"I know, but you nearly compromised all of us again with your latest stunt."

"For which I am sorry... I am going to keep this child, no matter what. So you are going to have to get used to me being part of your team. I will get better with the proper care. I can see that now... He may come back to me when it arrives..."

"No I won't, ever!" Ruth stepped out of the bedroom. "You lost any right to any further affection from me when you put my mate-ship at risk. I am just hoping that Jessica keeps an open mind and looks at all the evidence before she makes a decision on the whole mess."

"B...but Ruth, what about our baby? It's not right for it to be brought up by a single parent..."

"Ah, but it won't Janice... The conditions I set still apply and nothing will change that. You have a ring on your finger, and a mate in your bed by the time it arrives, or it comes home with me. Even if you have forced a split between Jessica and me...I will have no shortage of suitors... Hell I may even accept a position here in Aus if I have won that tender. I know of at least one person who would accept an offer of a stable home with a new child and me. The child will have two parents one way or another... Three if you fulfil your conditions, as I will take an interest as is my right."

Ruth turned to Joe. "That's enough with her, I will only get angry again if I keep listening to her ramblings. Come on, let's get the evidence and report to John and your personnel department, then I can get settled on the homeward bound flight, and you can head home yourself. I suggest that you leave Kyle in the cabin with her, until you get back to Sydney. They may start to talk."

Janice snorted in dismissal at that suggestion.

Ruth spun around angrily. "You listen here you stupid, selfish bitch. Think very carefully about what you do next... Think who may be the only option you have, when it comes to keeping the child you think is so precious to you... No stranger will touch you when the rumours start to spread...and they will this time... One damaged plane can be explained to the repair crews. Two can't without tongues wagging." Ruth gestured to the shredded recliners arms that he had pierced with his talons.

Janice stared him down, and didn't say a word, so Ruth shook his head and turned, walking towards the door that Gwen had opened. "Gwen there is a pair of boxers on the bed to cover her dignity at Sydney. Can you make sure the rest of my luggage gets transferred to the Heathrow plane please."

"I will Ruth, and thank you again." Gwen lent forward and kissed Ruth on the nose.

"You're welcome, and stay in touch, yes?"

"Of course, you will get an invite to our mating ceremony when we have set the date. I will make sure of it." She glanced at Joe, who nodded in agreement.

"Then, if at all possible, I will make sure that I am able to attend. If Joe forgets, try and update me on her progress every month." Ruth gestured at Janice, "If the tender was successful, I will let you know, as I will be in Aus, at least a couple of times to help with the set up."

Joe followed, pausing by Gwen. "Gwen, can you run the usual checks on the outside before departure. Explain to Kyle what Ruth wants him to do, if he is agreeable, but leave him on guard in the lounge with her."

Ruth turned on the stairs. "Even if she has to piss herself in the chair, make sure he doesn't release her until you are in the air again... I still don't trust her not to try an pull a stupid stunt in the terminal, and try and follow me...even naked."

Gwen nodded, and turned to fetch Kyle from the cockpit. Gwen punched the password into the keypad and unlocked the door. She peered in, and tried to stop her gag reflex upon seeing the pieces of used tissues on the floor.

"Son of an ass! Sorry Kyle but I'm just here to get my bag."

Gwen grabbed her belongings and was about to make a mad dash out of the cockpit when she suddenly remembered the main purpose of seeing Kyle in the first place.

"I almost forgot. Kyle, Ruth wants you to guard Janice until he has safely taken off. Just bear in mind that she has no clothes on."

Kyle nodded and followed Gwen out of the cockpit and the two went their own ways. He reached the rear section of the plane where Janice tried to curl herself into a ball in shame on the recliner. He walked up to her and gently placed his paw onto her uninjured shoulder.

"Don't touch me you pervert!" Janice snarled, as she struggled to break free.

Kyle withdrew his hand immediately, not wanting to hurt her in any way. Janice began to sniffle and she burst into tears, with the urge to suicide, slowly creeping back to her mind.

"I'm so sorry, I really am. I just can't bear to see you in so much pain."

Janice tried to lean onto Kyle but she struggled to reach him. Kyle kneeled beside her and rested her head onto his chest. She began to wail loudly as he carefully stroked her cheek.

"It's okay, I'm here for you. I want to take away all your pain and make it my own." Kyle paused for a bit and decided to blurt things out.

"Janice... I love you..."