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The rabbit sat about halfway up the otherwise deserted beach, near one of the big houses, in a canvas and wood folding deck chair. She could tell he was a rabbit from the ears which poked through holes in his wide-brimmed straw hat. The hat kept his face in half-shadow so she couldn't tell how old he was or what he was looking at. He was holding what appeared to be a sketchpad against his bent knees, though, so it seemed logical he was looking at something.

Her brother and sister had noticed the rabbit as well and had already taken off towards him with the shameless enthusiasm and unbound gregariousness that came with being five years old. They ran across the high water mark and onto the clean bright sand beyond, their black and white striped skunk tails flared out in excitement. Her mother tried to reel them back in with half-hearted scolding to leave the buck alone, but it was obviously futile. The twins had closed the gap and her mother trudged across the dry sand to collect them.

Lily remained down where the gentle foaming waves kept the sand (and her bare feet) wetter, with her father. The rabbit artist touched the front brim of his hat and nodded when Sage and Heather reached him, a smile on his muzzle. At least he didn't seem terribly bothered. She could hear the flood of questions from the twins begin, though, all at once, as always.

"Hi mister! What are you drawing?"

"Are you painting?"

"Are you an artist?"

"Do you live here?"

"Can you paint me a picture?"

"I'm Heather! Can I paint too?"

Lily's mother caught up with the twins and Lily could hear her apologizing for the interruption and sternly urging the kits to hush and come along with her. She could hear the rabbit speak to her mother, and she strained to be able to hear what he said, but they were too far and the buck spoke too quietly. He didn't sound old, though. He spoke directly to Sage and Heather and they nodded their heads and their tails drooped down towards the ground. Then he said something else and they perked up, clapping their paws together. Then they came running back towards Lily and their father. Lily's mother stayed a moment, talking to the rabbit, then waved and headed back to the reassembling family.

Lily's father asked her, "He wasn't too angry, was he?"

Her mother shook her head. "Oh, no. Very nice, actually."

Sage piped up, "He said he would paint us each a picture!"

Lily's father smiled, "Really? That's very nice of him. Did you thank him?"

"Uh huh!" chimed both kits in unison.

Lily smiled and looked back towards the rabbit, who tipped his hat to her. She asked her mother, "Is that his house, you think?" pointing at the two-story cedar-shingled beach house set above a low sea wall near where the rabbit sat.

"Probably, Lily. I think this stretch of the beach is all private."

"Are we trespassing?"

Her father offered, "I think we're ok as long as we stay down near the water. Hear that, you two?"

An almost synchronized reply of "Ok, dad," floated back as the twins took off down the beach, splashing in the foam and pouncing on whatever pretty shells and rocks they could find when the water receded.

Dennis watched the skunk family continue their way down the beach, trying to commit the little ones to memory so that he could paint their likenesses. He wasn't very good at that, truthfully. He could paint someone if they sat in front of him for a while, but without a model he felt lost. The teenaged girl had turned back to look at him briefly, and he found himself studying her instead as she walked away, her plume-like tail bobbing from side to side. A series of rather explicit poses for her came to mind and he tsked, shaking his head. Lecherous buck, he internally scolded himself.

He set aside the skyscape he had been poking at for the last hour or so and reached into his backpack for his block of postcard-sized watercolor paper. He had a promise to keep.

When Lily and her family passed by the rabbit's house again on their way back to the public beach the sun was hanging lower in the sky and an afternoon seabreeze had picked up, along with the surf. The deck chair was empty.

Heather gasped when she saw that the rabbit had left. "He promised!" she said indignantly.

Sage ran across the sand to the empty chair and squeaked when he got there, "Come see!"

Heather ran to join him, and they both reached into the canvas sling portion of the chair, retrieving two small rectangles of paper, secured from the wind with a rock. They ran back to their parents clutching the paintings.

"Mommy! Daddy! Look!"

They held up the matching pictures- each a portrait of one skunk kit sitting on a rough stone jetty, looking out over the greenish-blue water. The artist had done a good job on their tails, getting the wispy plumes just right, and had matched their swimsuits, color-wise. The faces were a bit sketchy, and there wasn't very much detail in the figures, or the background. Being five, however, they thought the pictures were the best they'd ever seen, especially since they had been painted especially for them.

Heather looked up at the house. The side facing the beach was full of windows, most of them open, though she could see few details of the interior. "I guess he had to go..."

Lily's mother nodded. "I guess so. And so do we. If we see him again, be sure to thank him for painting you such nice pictures, you two!"

*

Lily poked at her dinner. She hadn't really been hungry, but her mother insisted she eat something, so she had ordered a salad. Truthfully she hadn't even wanted to come to dinner at all. She had even said so- but her parents would hear none of that. Her hope to have a couple of hours to herself in their little suite at the Pine Lodge Inn were denied.

She rested her cheek on her palm and moved the bits of her salad around on the plate, looking for the remnants of cheese that had escaped her thus far. Her mother glanced up with a disapproving narrowing of her eyes, but was distracted before she could say something to Lily by Sage tipping over his glass of water. Lily rolled her eyes and looked away from the sudden scramble for napkins and waitstaff, feeling hotly embarrassed to be associated with any of them.

Instead she looked around the restaurant, which according to her father had been one of the nicer places near where they were staying. "Excellent reviews! And really reasonable prices," he had announced back at the hotel. For a place with excellent reviews, it seemed sort of empty to Lily. She actually liked that part- most everyplace else they went was a mob scene. Her family seemed like one in a multitude of vacationing people. The beach, the amusement park, the mini-golf course, the quaint little main street shopping district in the town centre- they were all crammed with people. And then when they went back to hotel the little suite was just as bad, crammed full of her family. She even had to share the fold-out bed in the living room with the twins because her parents got the bedroom.

"Some vacation," she thought to herself. She thought again about her friends back home, and the parties she was no doubt missing. Her best friend Mindy had been excited for her, and Lily had actually bought into it too, before she had left. Mindy had been adamant that Lily would meet some delicious male at the beach and have a real summer hookup adventure and demanded to hear every detail when she got back home.

So far Lily saw no adventure in sight, and no opportunity to have one. There were plenty of cute guys at the beach, but none of them approached her while she was with her parents. When she had slipped away to the snack stands she knew she caught their eyes, but her mother always seemed to pop up just before she could even talk to them.

Lily gritted her teeth and angrily thought, "I'm fifteen! I shouldn't have to put up with this. She treats me like I'm Heather's age." Her mother couldn't hear her mental complaint, however, and continued trying to dry Sage's pants while their waitress dealt with collecting ice cubes and mopping up the table. Lily got up and headed for the rest room without saying a word.

She didn't need to use the rest room, but she had to get away from that table before she screamed. She went inside and lingered by the mirror, looking at herself. The scowl on her muzzle was not very attractive, regardless of how she played with her hair. She attempted to smile, but it was worse, if anything. Too forced. She sighed and folded her arms, shaking her head at herself. "Three more days," she said dramatically to her reflection.

She exited the rest room and glanced across the restaurant. It appeared that the excitement at her table was over. Her mother caught sight of her right away. "Figures," she thought. Looking around the rest of the place, she noticed the bar seemed to be more popular than the restaurant. Almost every stool was taken. She took a step in that direction. If only she were a few years older! Then she could go out whenever she liked, and have a drink, and talk to whomever she wanted to. Well, she could still talk, right? Even if she wasn't old enough to get a drink. Without looking back at her table, she headed for the bar.

Her mother started to get up from her seat but her father said something and she sat back down, looking upset. She kept her eyes on her daughter.

Lily claimed the barstool at the end of the bar, next to a canine lady with tall pointed ears who was busy chatting with a ferret guy in a button-up Hawaiian shirt. The ferret's eyes flitted to Lily for a few moments, but returned to the canine. Lily wasn't sure how the whole bar thing worked, really. She looked down the length of polished wood, watching the adults talk to one another, or simply sit and drink. One guy was even reading the newspaper. She turned her attention to the lepine bartender, who was hopping (almost literally) between his customers nimbly, pouring drinks, chatting, and smiling. She watched him work for a minute or two, admiring his easygoing friendly rapport with every patron, as well as his cute body. Rabbits seemed to have an incredible array of fur colors and patterns, but this buck was one of those that had simple sandy-brown fur with a little black ticking , and black tips on his long expressive ears. He wasn't very tall, maybe only ten centimeters taller than Lily herself. He had an understated kind of confident posture and those little rabbit tails were terribly cute.

Noticing that he had a new customer, he headed over to Lily's end of the bar while wiping his hands on his towel. "Evening, miss. What can I get you?"

Lily wasn't actually prepared for this obvious question. She had assumed that he would just tell her to get lost, since she was not old enough to drink. She stammered, "Oh! Uhh, I don't... don't need anything, thank you," while blushing hotly under her black face fur.

The rabbit nodded and said, "All right. Flag me down if you change your mind." He turned, then stopped before walking away. "Wait a minute... you look familiar."

Lily blinked. What did he mean? How could she look familiar? Was he hitting on her? She fought the urge to preen her hair. Meanwhile, the rabbit scanned the dining room, then turned back to Lily. "Earlier today, at the beach- the twins over there must be your brother and sister, huh?" he pointed to her table. Mom was still watching. Lily didn't turn. Instead she let her mouth gape with sudden recognition. It was the rabbit artist from the beach house!

She said, "Oh wow... I didn't know you worked... here? I thought... like... you sold your paintings."

Lily instantly felt like a complete idiot after saying it. But the rabbit just smiled and said, "I wish. Did they like theirs, at least?"

Lily nodded. "They think they are the best paintings ever. If they knew you were here they'd be over here trying to hug you or talk your ears off."

The rabbit splayed his ears, then stood them back up again. He said, "Glad to hear it. Your mom looks kind of pissed off, so I was a little worried."

Lily rolled her eyes and made an annoyed chuffing sound. "She's mad because I'm not over there where she can make sure I don't talk to anyone or have any fun."

"I gotcha," said the buck, and Lily thought he did, actually, get her. Or at least she hoped he did. She locked eyes with his and tried to smile. He winked back and continued, "Want me to get her a drink, maybe mellow her out a little?"

Lily laughed! "That is an awesome idea, uhmm..." she groped for his name. He wasn't wearing a nametag like the servers.

"Dennis," he supplied. "You can tell her that it was your idea, right? That you thought she could use one, after chasing those two around all day. You might score a few points with her, you know? Heh, maybe with your dad too."

It took Lily a few moments to figure out what he meant by his last statement, and tittered when she finally got it, feeling the blush once again. Dennis got a tumbler down from a shelf and asked, "What does she like?"

Lily hmmed, "I don't know. She doesn't drink at home, really. They have the same bottles of booze in their liquor cabinet that've been there since I can remember."

Dennis nodded, "All right, well, I'll make something sweet, like her daughter."

Lily felt the heat bloom once more, this time spreading down her neck to her chest, making her nipples perk up. The buck had already tossed some ice into the tumbler and poured in a shot and a half of tequila. Then he added orange juice and a squirt of grenadine syrup so that the red color settled near the bottom. He handed it to Lily with a little napkin. If he noticed the points adorning her petite breasts showing through her t-shirt, he didn't betray it.

She thought the drink was quite fancy. She asked, "What is it?"

"Tequila sunrise. Just like in the song."

Lily blinked. "Song?"

"Never mind. She might get it, though."

"Oh, ok. Uhm... how much is it?"

Dennis waved a hand and said, "On the house." He brought the hand to his chest and struck a dramatic pose. "It's my sworn duty as a Brother of the Tap to bring joy and mellowness to harrowed mothers and frustrated daughters everywhere," he grinned, showing those big bunny incisors. It made him look goofy, and she couldn't help but giggle.

"Thanks so much, Dennis!" she said, carefully sliding off her barstool. He waved and she headed back to her table, holding the drink out in front of her.

*

Dennis stared at the empty page. It wasn't a physical page- just the representation of one on the screen of his laptop computer. But it had all the weight and intimidation of a real page, waiting to be filled. Like a real one, it was perfect in its blankness. It contained only pure potential. He hadn't ruined it yet.

He frowned. This was not a productive line of thinking. He needed to focus on his story. His novel. The big ideas he wanted to talk about using subtle words and images. His characters- his people would tell one story while he told a deeper one. He knew the artifice of writing, had excelled at it technically in college. But out here on his own with no constraints, no guidance, he felt a sort of creative vertigo. Ideas bubbled to the surface, but he dismissed them as cliché or transparent. Boring. Unbelievable. Done a million times already.

He rubbed his eyes and got up from his writing table. It was actually the breakfast table, but when he had the place to himself (which was most of the time) he always set up his laptop there. Heading into the den he switched on the stereo and clicked through his digital collection, looking for something relaxing. Classical? Trance? He kept clicking the button, scrolling through his music folders. He got nearly to the end, finally selecting the folder entitled "Winwood". The plucked electric bass guitar and tambourine of "Gimme Some Lovin'" started to play from the speakers as he walked into the kitchen.

Dennis had his long ears swept back as he scanned the interior of the refrigerator for a good beverage candidate. Possibly something alcoholic. He didn't have to work today, or go anywhere, or do anything. Why not? So what if it was the ultimate cliché. Lazy moping artist drinks alone. What a plotline! During his deliberation (and internal critique of same), he heard a rapping sound from the front end of the house, the one closest to the road.

He closed the fridge and announced, "Hold on!" while looking down at himself. While it may have been well after lunchtime for most of the world, he was dressed in a flannel bathrobe. He had showered after waking up a couple hours ago, but decided actual clothing was an unnecessary formality for what he intended to accomplish today. Certainly he hadn't expected visitors. His parents would usually call first if they were going to come use the beach house, and he couldn't remember the last time one of his siblings had visited. And they wouldn't knock anyway.

He cinched the bathrobe's sash a bit tighter, turned the stereo down a bit, and then headed down the hall to the front door. He had opened the wooden door earlier to allow a breeze to blow through the house but the screen door was still closed, and that was what the visitor had been rapping on. His furry feet made muffled sounds on the hardwood floor of the hall as he approached the entryway. He could see the silhouette of someone through the screen- shorter than he was, dark fur, wearing what appeared to be running shorts and some sort of half-tee. He opened the screen door and perked his ears up. It was the skunk, from the day before.

Dennis smiled, but before he could say anything, the clearly agitated girl launched into a rapid missive which had the sound of having been rehearsed a few times.

"Sorry to bother you Dennis but I was hoping maybe you could help me my phone is totally dead and I don't have the charger with me and I need to call my parents and they're going to kill me if I don't call soon."

She paused to catch her breath, and noticed that the rabbit had started to say something before and still had his mouth open. She then added in a smaller voice, "I... I'm sorry. Really. Could I use your phone? Then I'll totally leave you alone. I promise."

Dennis closed his mouth and nodded and tried to give the girl a reassuring smile, while holding the screen door wide and standing to one side so she could get by. "No prob," he said, "come on in."

Lily hesitated for a moment, but didn't want to look stupid or scared in front of the clearly friendly rabbit, so after a deep breath and a whiffle of her tail plume, she walked past the threshold and into the house. Dennis couldn't help but give her a once-over on instinct as she passed within inches of him. He could now see that her half-tee was something a little more elaborate and exotic, with a V-neck and mostly open back, which showed off her white back-stripe well. Her exposed belly was delicately flat and soft-looking, and completely black. She was waifish but didn't look like one of those girls who starved themselves either; he could see when she passed by him that her bottom was pleasantly rounded. Until her tail got in the way of the view, that is.

Being a rabbit, his tail was just a brief little flag, but skunks had the most ostentatious plumes of delicately feathered fur. The girl walked in tentative little shuffling steps, but even so her tail bobbed from side to side, reminding him of how she had looked walking away down the beach the previous day. He had to resist the urge to reach out as she passed to touch her tail. Up close he could see that the volume was mostly illusion, supported by obviously careful grooming and static electricity.

Her scent followed her into the house, and Dennis expected the slightly sulfurous musk that skunks generally maintained. It was there, to be sure, but only as a warm undercurrent. Over the top of it there was sandalwood and vanilla, and the unmistakable scent of young female, hot from the sun and most probably exercise.

Dennis enjoyed wiggling his nose and breathing her in until he considered how he must smell. At least he had showered when he got up, but his bathrobe could definitely use a wash. He let the screen door close and passed his guest, who had stopped in the entryway, looking nervous and embarrassed. Without looking back he said, "Phone's in the kitchen, This way."

He could hear her following, at least. Her sandals made a slight smacking noise against the hardwood floor, though she seemed to be dragging one of them along. When she didn't say anything, he asked, "How'd it go with your mom last night?"

Lily looked at the rabbit for the briefest of moments as he led her deeper into the house, but then concentrated on looking anywhere but. She replied, "She liked your drink. Told me I was very thoughtful. And when I asked if I could go for a walk today instead of going to the beach again she said ok! Uhm... this is really nice of you. She said I had to check in every hour though so she wouldn't worry."

He almost asked her how she was going to manage to check in at the next hour, but he decided after seeing the nervous look on the girl's face not to probe into her story. Instead, upon reaching the kitchen, he grabbed the wireless phone from its cradle and held it out to her, antenna end pointing at her chest. He said, "It's no big deal, really, uh... sorry, I didn't catch your name last night."

Lily took the phone and then a half-step back. She said quietly. "I'm Lily. Thank you, Dennis." She began thumbing the buttons on the phone, presumably calling her parents. Dennis folded his arms and leaned casually against a counter, and considered whether or not he should leave the kitchen to give the girl some measure of conversational privacy.

Lily turned her back on Dennis and spoke into the phone, clearly dictating into a voice mailbox, "Hi, it's me, I'm fine, but my phone is dead, so don't freak out if I don't get your texts or whatever. I'll try to check in from other phones when I can. I'll see you at six like we said, same place." She paused, then added impulsively, "I also busted my sandal so totally time for new shoes!" She clapped her hand over her mouth with a giggle as she clicked the phone off with a beep. She replaced it in its cradle and looked around the kitchen. It was very nice, she thought, lots of room with hanging sets of pots and pans and a block full of professional-looking knives. And so neat! The rabbit didn't seem like a neat freak. Maybe someone else lived here with him? She stole a glance at the knot in his bathrobe's sash and noticed he was looking at her, almost studying her with his head slightly tilted. It made her feel nervous, and a little embarrassed. She ran her fingers through her black hair and said, "It's true, the strap broke, see?" while lifting her right foot up to show him her damaged sandal.

Dennis blinked, realizing that he'd been caught gawking at the skunk when she had turned tail. He nodded towards her foot and said, "We probably have some cheap ones upstairs that might fit you, so you don't have to keep dragging around with those." His own feet were unshod, very large and furry, with big toes and claws. If the sandals were sized for him, there was no way they would fit her. He wiggled his nose and changed the subject. "Hey, you're probably hot from walking around in the sun, especially with all that black fur. You need a drink or something?"

Lily found herself looking at the buck's feet, then his half-visible legs, then again at the sash, then realized what she was doing and flushed, cheeks hot. She looked quickly away and said, "That sounds nice, thank you so much!" while turning and opening one of the cabinets at random, looking for a glass. It ended up containing food. She chattered, "A drink is fine. Where are your glasses? These aren't glasses. Do you seriously eat Mueslix?"

Dennis was momentarily stunned by the girl rooting through the cabinets and it took a moment for him to stop staring, muzzle open. He finally pushed away from the counter where he was leaning and opened the correct cabinet, next to the one she was inspecting, fetching a tall glass. "Here, let me... and what's wrong with Mueslix?" He walked around behind her to get to the fridge, brushing past her tail. Opening the fridge he described the selection. "Uhh, I got orange juice, cranberry juice, water of course, Coke..." he trailed off, automatically omitting all the alcoholic choices. She looked like a minor. If she had been older she might have recognized the listed choices as simply things one typically mixed with alcohol.

Lily closed the cabinet door and turned around again to watch Dennis take the glass to the fridge, her ears half back and her tail trapped between her body and the counter behind her, cushioned against her back. "Cranberry juice, thanks," she said in a soft, embarrassed voice. "I'm sorry for being stupid. I'm just nervous, I guess, that's stupid too, I know, I'm sorry. Mueslix is probably really good," she finished lamely.

Dennis couldn't help but smile, even though he knew she must feel very awkward. He offered, "Eh, you seem like a smart girl to me, Lily. You got your situation handled pretty well." He set the glass down on the counter and scooped some ice from the internal icemaker into it. Then he poured the ruby red cranberry juice over the ice, almost filling the glass. He handed it to Lily while putting the bottle away and closing the fridge door. "Also, I sort of was kidding. The Mueslix belongs to my dad, I think. I've never tried it. Come on, have a seat in the den and cool off," he said, leading the way and assuming she would follow.

The kitchen and the den were separated by a wall with a large opening in it- a sort of bar making up the length of the interior window. The den itself was a large open space with the remaining three walls filled with windows, some of them open and admitting a pleasant breeze. Couches and low tables littered the space, with the occasional recliner set facing a dormant television. Dennis sat on a couch set right under one of the windowed walls. It was the couch he slept on most nights, and was covered rather messily in blankets and mismatched pillows.

Lily followed at a respectable distance, her eyes flitting from the buck to the house he lived in, admiring both. His compliment (the running tally was now sweet and smart!) had made her feel warm all over, and had her heart racing slightly. She sipped her juice as she walked, leaving her sandals in the kitchen so she could stop shuffling. Once she reached the den she stopped short, her attention captured by the space, and the panoramic view out the windows. She said, "This is kind of a nice house! I'd love to live on the beach like this... I'd probably never get anything useful done. I'd just play all the time."

Dennis laughed while lounging on his couch. "Yeah... that's uh... that's one of the drawbacks, yeah. Like a perpetual vacation..." He watched her as she did a slow turn. He could almost imagine she was doing it on purpose, to show herself off. But most likely she was just admiring his mother's decorative skill.

She gushed, "Wow, seriously wow! Look at all this stuff. Totally better than a vacation. You have your own... everything..." She fluffed her tail and slid her eyes back to the rabbit, noticing the casual looseness of his robe resulting from his relaxed sprawl on the couch. She drank thirstily from her glass and continued, "I guess you're used to having all this stuff."

Dennis looked around, almost obediently, taking in the inventory and considering it from a less familiar perspective. He ended up feeling a little embarrassed, claiming, "Well... I mean, most of this stuff officially belongs to my folks, but I guess it's the same thing. Where are you staying? I mean, some of the neighbors rent their houses out in the summer. I thought maybe you were doing that, or maybe related to the Willfords three houses down. They're skunks too."

Lily said, "Oh, this is you're parents' stuff? I guess we're in the same boat then. We have some of this stuff at home, but it's not mine exactly." She shrugged, not about to tell him about the cheap little tourist inn she and her family were staying in. Her gaze was drawn back to where she knew it shouldn't be, facilitated by the rabbit's carelessness about his garment, which was reminiscent of his careless attitude towards his obvious wealth. He just didn't seem to think about it. She pressed her free hand to her stomach nervously and said softly, "I guess one day I'll have whatever I want, but it's hard to wait."

Dennis hmmed, rubbing his nose and whiskers absently with a finger. He swept his ears back with his paw, after which they popped back up again. He slouched a bit more, relaxing into the couch, listening to the music, which had changed tracks to something slow and mellow. Finally he said, while looking out the window towards the water, "Sometimes... by the time you get what you once wanted, you want something else. Heh. Anyway, Lily, you want to hang out here for a while? Then you could call in whenever you liked. Or just head back down to the public beach when you get bored of me."

The rabbit had asked for her to stay so easily, like she was an old friend, and not some unexpected interruption of his day. Lily surprised herself a little by saying, "Sure, Dennis. Thanks! It's really hot out today." She drank more of her cranberry juice and chose a couch across the room from him, sitting carefully, her tail held close against her back. Unsure what to say next, she stayed quiet, holding the glass close to her muzzle.

Dennis didn't say anything either, apparently content to listen to the music and the quiet whisper of the surf that could occasionally be heard through the open windows.

The voice on the stereo sang:

If you had just a minute to breathe

And they granted you one final wish Would you ask for something like another chance, Or something similar as this?

Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you

As sure as your sorrows are joys And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of The low spark of high-heeled boys

Lily spoke up, "What does that mean? This is some strange music."

Dennis frowned a little. "Lyrics are a kind of poetry, Lily. And not all poetry is obvious about what it means. And not all poetry means just one thing. Or anything. Sometimes..." He rubbed his forehead, trying to find the words to explain, suddenly feeling defensive about his identity as an English major.

Lily could tell she had offended him and she said, "I'm sorry, Dennis, I... I'm sorry. That was stupid. It's very nice music," then quickly taking another drink. Then she set the glass down and sat nervously perched on the couch.

Dennis picked at his robe and reassured her, "No, it's cool. I mean, I guess you've never heard it before. It's sort of old. Older than me, anyway. I just learned to appreciate it. It makes me feel good. Just the sound of the words, how they go together with the music, the images they bring up when I just listen without thinking..." he watched her face, hoping she'd understand what he meant.

She asked tentatively, "So it doesn't mean anything?"

Dennis said, "I think it does, but it means something different to everyone. I've heard some interpretations of this song before, and none of them are very satisfying. I should play some Yes for you. Those guys could be even more opaque while sounding perfectly understandable. That's what art does, though. It makes you think and it doesn't hand you the answer. Well, good art anyway." He wiggled his nose and looked out the window.

Lily wasn't sure if he was trying to help her understand or talking to himself at this point, so she changed the subject. "So uhm, where's your parents?"

Dennis turned back to look at the skunk. "Huh? Oh, they drop in every once in a while, when their schedules allow. Place belongs to them, after all. I just keep it clean!"

Lily was suitably impressed. "Wow... that's so cool. You get to live here all by yourself, and do whatever you like."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"So why do you work at that restaurant?"

"Heh, I need to eat, right?"

"Yeah, but what about..." she gestured expansively to the house, not wanting to come right out and say the obvious.

Dennis lowered his ears a little. "I don't like feeling like a parasite." He looked at the floor, though, when he said it.

"Do you ever have parties?"

Dennis looked up, still brooding over how much he owed but would never be asked to pay. "Sometimes. But just little ones, with a few friends. Like I said, I keep the place clean."

"What do you do... with all the time?"

Dennis licked his lips and said, "Well, I paint some, like you saw, and I'm trying to write a novel."

"Can I see some of your pictures?"

"Uhh... sure. Let me get some of them," said Dennis, pulling himself to his feet and heading out of the den.

Lily realized, in some small fashion, just how rich Dennis' family must be and wondered why he was putting up with her. He seemed really friendly and nice at the bar the previous night, and he was being indulgent with her now, answering her dumb questions and showing her his paintings. His etchings. Hee! It was like in those stories. He'd invite her up to see his etchings but really he wanted to take advantage of her. The thought of that brought her nipples to attention again, and a twinge, deep in her pelvis. She squirmed on the couch and watched the doorway he had passed through.

Dennis returned after only a couple of minutes, carrying a small stack of unevenly warped rectangles of thick paper. He casually handed her the stack and then joined her on her couch, leaning on his elbow against the back so he could look over her shoulder.

She held the paintings carefully, almost reverently. This was real art! The paintings were mostly landscapes- beaches, salt marshes, some houses and roads. A few still-lifes of bottles and flowers and birds. To Lily, they were amazing and she told the rabbit so. He, for his part, resisted the urge to correct her, and to point out the glaring flaws in each piece. Instead he basked in her enjoyment of them, and silenced the critic in his head.

When she had gone through them all she placed them on the coffee table in front of her and asked, "How much do you sell them for?"

Dennis shrugged, "I don't know. I've never sold one. I'm still just an amateur, really. I doubt anyone would be interested."

"I would buy one!" she insisted.

"You want one? You can have any one you want."

"Really??" she almost squealed.

Dennis had to grin. The girl was... stimulating. He found that he just wanted to keep making her surprised and happy. "Sure, Lily. I mean, your brother and sister got theirs already. Only fair, right?"

Lily wouldn't argue with that. She went through the stack two more times and chose one of the salt marsh landscapes.

Dennis nodded. "Excellent choice. That's just up the road a ways, near the river. I like it because it shows me what this place was like, before all the houses were built. There's still little pockets of wild here, if you know where to look. It's like... how the blank unpainted paper in watercolor acts as a highlight. If you don't leave some, it ends up looking dull and lifeless." As he blathered on, he was looking at the nape of her neck just now, resisting the urge to press his nose right there, and inhale her rather pleasant scent. He watched as the fur there began to fluff up, like she was getting goosebumps underneath. She looked back at him, only half a meter away. He smiled. She bit her lip.

Dennis began to lean closer, then stopped. What was he doing? This girl couldn't be more than 16, and she clearly had a pretty protective mother. Then again, what was she doing? She came to his home, alone. Sure, she might just have needed to use his phone, but she was still here after using it. He didn't like playing games- rabbits were generally direct with each other.

He nosed at her shoulder and said softly, "Lily?"

She answered in a hitching whisper, "Y-yes?"

He asked, "What are you doing here?"

She answered with a mildly angered question of her own. "Wh-what do you mean?"

He leaned back and away and looked at her with raised eyebrows and asked, "Are you looking for something beyond the phone and a drink?"

Lily stood up and flared her tail. "I-I think I should go!" she declared.

Dennis sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his muzzle. "Look, I'm sorry, Lily. If you were a doe we would have already communicated how we felt about each other in terms of receptivity to mating, fertility status, and several other things within the first few minutes of meeting each other, all without even speaking."

"That sounds totally romantic," the girl huffed sarcastically.

"It's not. It's practical. It avoids miscommunication, like we're having now. Please, I had hoped... thought you wanted... something more. I apologize for my mistake. Finish your drink, at least, and I will go back over there," he motioned with his ears towards the couch he had originally sat upon. He got up and crossed the room, making sure his robe was cinched closed before he sat.

Lily hesitated, then sat down again. She made no move to pick up her half-full glass again. Behind her still furrowed brows a conflict was going on. One voice had cried out in giddy triumph when Dennis had touched her shoulder with his wiggling velvet nose. When he had made his suggestion that she wanted him. Why had she rejected him? It was like her mother was controlling her from within. That angry voice, that was hers, not Lily's. And now he sat across the room again, closed off from her. Her mother wasn't here. This was what she wanted, wasn't it? To have a summer fling to tell Mindy about?

Finally she grabbed the glass and drank, even though she was no longer thirsty. She asked, "How does it work?"

Dennis cocked his head, confused. "How does what work?"

"What you said about how you would see if a doe was interested."

"Oh! It's a kind of code, with the ears." He pointed to his. "We have a special word for it, but it's like semaphore."

"Sema-what?"

"Semaphore. It's a way to communicate with flags. There's a set of ear-motions we use to tell each other things in shorthand. We can even do it across a crowded room. It's very useful."

"How do you tell a girl- a doe if you're interested in her?"

Dennis swiveled his ears so they both faced forward, then he made them separate three times, followed by a swivel of his left ear to the side, then back to front again. He added, "That's just part of a message I'd normally send. I'd also tell her if I was fertile, and if I had a mate and my availability."

Lily swallowed and licked her lips. She had several rabbit friends at school. They had never mentioned this to her. She wondered if they all were secretly having sex with each other without anyone else knowing. She was suddenly jealous.

Dennis watched her process this new knowledge. It wasn't a huge secret, what he was telling her, but generally rabbits kept it to themselves, knowing that their casual attitude towards sex made several other species uncomfortable.

Finally, Lily asked, "What if the doe doesn't want you?"

Dennis shrugged, "She does this," he pointed at his ears as they splayed and swiveled in a different combination. "And then we don't have to dance around the issue. It's done with. We can talk about other things, or not talk at all."

"I guess I can see how that makes sense," Lily grudgingly admitted.

"So I guess if you had the ears for it, you would have told me 'not interested', hmm?"

Lily asked, "Is there a sema-whatever for 'maybe'?"

Dennis grinned. "Maybe is just yes with conditions, which would then have to be worked out verbally. Uthketh can only go so far. But you could reply that you're interested but not available. Is that how you feel, Lily?"

The girl looked away, towards the empty kitchen, considering the door beyond that would lead her away from this house, back to her family. Eventually she shook her head.

"Are you interested and available, then?"

Lily nodded, still not looking at Dennis.

"You seem unsure, Lily. I don't mate with females who aren't sure they want to. Generally ends badly. Tell me why you picked me?"

Lily looked back at him, her eyes wide. "I dunno, I... you seemed so cool, so nice. And cute. I... this whole vacation has been such a waste! I wanted to find someone to be with, but my mom followed me and watched me and made sure I couldn't. And now I'm here, with you, and I'm acting all stupid like a little girl!"

She seemed on the verge of tears, and Dennis wanted very badly to get up and return to her side and comfort her, but he had promised to stay on his side of the den. So he shook his head. "You're not stupid, Lily. And you're not a little girl. It's hard to figure out how to get the things you want, or even to know if you really want them."

Lily nodded, then suddenly got up and crossed to his couch, curling up close to his side and burying her face against his shoulder. He tried his best not to look surprised. She looked up at him with wide eyes after a few minutes of hitching breaths, saying, "I'm s-sorry. Sorry. Thank you for... everything."

Dennis rubbed noses with her and said, "Not a problem, Lily. Sorry I scared you."

"'mnot scared," she protested.

"Okay," he grinned and wrapped his arm around her as she cuddled against his side. His novel remained unwritten, but there were worse ways to spend the afternoon. Of course, he was no closer to knowing what the girl wanted than before. He could wait, though, and let her figure it out. Maybe she'd even tell him. It wouldn't be the first time he had been just a warm someone to lean on.

Lily nuzzled his shoulder and pulled her legs up under herself. They both listened to the music for a bit without speaking.

Found someone who can comfort me

But there are always exceptions

And she's good at appearing sane

But I just want you to know She's the one makes me feel so good

When everything is against me

Picks me up when I'm feeling down

So I've got something to show Staring at empty pages

Centered 'round the same old plot

Staring at empty pages

Flowing along the ages

Dennis asked, "Like this song better than the other one?"

Lily shrugged, "I guess. It sounds a little happier."

Dennis tapped one of his feet along with the bass line. He didn't think it was a very happy song, really, but it usually made him feel better in a sympathetic sort of way. He could relate to it. He decided music was just not Lily's thing, so he nosed at one of her ears, licking along the edge lightly. If she had been a doe, this would have been a blatant initiation of foreplay, but the skunk didn't know that. She merely giggled and batted at his nose. He pulled his nose back and grinned.

Lily rested her head against his chest, slipping one arm across and squeezing him as best she could. He had a really nice smell. Really nice. She tried to remember when she had smelled anything like him before. Part of it was surely because her nose was nestled in the tuft of chest fur that poked out of his robe. She inhaled again, and her tail did a little shimmer behind her on the couch. Then she looked down and stopped breathing for a moment.

The buck's robe only had that sash to keep it closed, and the combination of him sitting down and her own cuddling against him had allowed it to fall halfway open, especially the lower half, as Dennis had assumed that lazy slouch again. He was wearing nothing beneath. Lily found herself staring at the white fur of his groin, where bit of his penis was showing from the fuzzy pouch-like place it probably hid inside usually. It was a healthy pink, with a little slit-like hole at the tip. The pouch part, she realized, was really the top part of his sac. His balls looked enormous to her, possibly because the couch was holding them up from below.

Lily's heart beat faster and she clutched at the far side of Dennis' robe with her paw. She could have that, if she wanted. She felt sure that Dennis wanted her. What did he say before? Something about knowing if you really wanted something. She had wanted to come over here, even though she had no idea what to do once she got here. She must have wanted something to happen. And it sure wasn't her mother who wanted it! Lily imagined returning to the hotel after... after having sex with Dennis, carrying the secret of what she had done. It made her smile. Maybe he'd shoot his stuff inside her and she'd sit next to her mom at dinner still carrying the evidence! Her mom would ask, "What's gotten into you?" and she would not be able to control the laughter. She actually giggled out loud at the thought.

Dennis perked an ear and rested a paw on Lily's far side. Giggling was better than crying by several orders of magnitude. He asked, "What's so funny, hmm?"

Lily replied, "Just thinking about what my mom would say if she knew where I was, and who I was with."

"I get the feeling she'd be upset."

Lily nodded.

"Probably safer for both of us if she doesn't find out."

Lily nodded again.

Dennis idly stroked her side down to the curve of her bottom with one paw while he considered what to do. He was clearly the focus of some sort of rebellious fantasy of hers. A feeling of male pride coupled with a bit of trepidation simmered near the surface of his awareness. How far did this fantasy go? Where would he cross the line, if he started forward?

His train of thought was diverted by a sudden breeze blowing through the room. He could clearly feel it ruffling his fur and also chilling the exposed skin of his penis. It took a couple seconds to register that this meant that his robe had separated in front, and then another couple of seconds to realize that Lily was probably staring right into his lap. The cool breeze had at first caused his flesh to retreat back into the warm pouch at his groin, but then the knowledge that the girl had been looking at his dick made it change gears again and start growing in earnest. It poked back out and he could feel the blood rushing in between heartbeats, the skin tingling slightly as it stretched.

Lily had watched as the sudden wind had made him shrink back out of sight, and then almost as quickly come right back, thickening and lengthening. It was almost hypnotizing as it grew in little pulses- she could see his heartbeat as it twitched slightly. Not only that, the scent of his musk grew stronger. She took in a deep breath and widened her eyes as the little slit at the tip opened a tiny bit wider and a crystalline bead of clear fluid formed there. The bead grew until it was too heavy, then started to slowly drip down his penis, tracing a crooked path down the bottom side. She could feel his chest begin to expand more as he took deeper breaths.

This was the moment, she knew. She could either take what she wanted, or run. Or he might take her instead. He could have already, probably. She was sure he was waiting to see what she would do. So without speaking, she simply slid her upper body down and licked the next bead of salty slick goo right off his tip.

The effect was immediate- it was as if she had undone a too-tight pair of jeans. The rabbit groaned out a low, rumbling sigh and his cock jumped against her nose, stiffening upwards and then bouncing back down. A lot more of the clear stuff dribbled from the opening. It seemed like he had been trying to deny it passage while he waited for her, and the stuff that had come out at first was just overflow. She took another lick, then shyly opened her muzzle and wrapped it around the tip.

Dennis was not a newcomer to sex, and he could tell Lily had never had her muzzle around a cock before. She was sucking on him like he was a water bottle and she was not being careful with her sharp little carnivore's teeth. Still, he didn't want to ruin the moment and brought his paw up to stroke the back of her head and neck, then trailed down along her spine to her ass. He gripped one cheek with his spread fingers, then squeezed and rolled, feeling her tight young muscles under her shorts. He made appreciative noises to encourage the girl and considered how to get her to let him fuck her. He decided the direct way, the lepine way, was best.

Dennis made a low almost-growl in his throat and asked in a rough but quiet tone, "Do you want to be my doe today, Lily?"

She nodded shyly, her ears flicking back. He could not see her face as she was reluctant to stop suckling on him.

"I want to mate with my doe. Are you ready to mate?"

This time she stopped and slurped off his shaft with a wet sound and said, "I think so," in a soft, timid voice.

Dennis huffed and said, "Take off your clothes, so I can see if you are ready."

Lily sat up. Should she just let him order her around like that? She looked down at his penis, still bobbing slightly in the air. It looked like it meant business. And those orbs below it looked full and... did they just move too? She watched them, a little mesmerized. She wrenched her gaze up to his face. Dennis wasn't grinning. He had an intent look on his face, and he met her eyes directly. It was... unnerving and exhilarating at the same time. She dropped her eyes and felt the heat rush to her face. He slid off the couch and left his robe behind.

She watched him, now nude, as he crouched on the floor in front of her, balancing on his toes. His balls hung low enough that they brushed the carpet, and his now deeper pink cock jutted out from his groin at an upward angle, dripping more clear stuff. His ears stood up erect and alert and he put a paw on her knee. He looked nearly feral like this.

He said, "Take of your clothes so I can taste you."

He wanted to lick her! Mindy had told her about that. About how good it felt when a boy had done that for her. At the same time, she knew that once she lost her clothes, that was it. He would fuck her before she went back to her family. She shivered at the thought, a deep nagging itch starting in her groin. She wanted to be touched, licked... even fucked. She suddenly gripped the elastic of her running shorts and pulled them down with her panties, lifting her bottom off the couch briefly before moving them down and off her legs. The buck waited patiently while she undid her top at the neck and behind the small of her back, then pulled it forward and off her modest chest.

Now as nude as he was, she folded her arms and shivered in another seabreeze. She worried briefly about how exposed they were- lots of open windows. Dennis didn't seem concerned, and she remembered how dark the interior of the house had seemed from the beach the previous day. Dennis seemed only concerned with her, and he hopped forward on his toes, both paws now on her knees. He gently pushed her legs open and said, "Scoot forward."

She did, her butt perching on the edge of the couch. The buck moved in between her knees and his ears swept back as he moved his muzzle in, his whiskers brushing her inner thighs as he pressed his velvet nose against her young muff.

*wigglewiggle* went the nose and she jerked with sudden almost electric tingling from her groin to her back, letting out a chirping sound. Dennis looked up while inhaling directly from her teenaged pussy. She was musky, a little sweaty from jogging or walking or whatever she had been doing before coming to his home. The heady female overtones- sex, fertility, youth, and desire all but drowned out anything unpleasant. He had been with skunk girls before, and knew what to expect. He rubbed his nose in a little circle to open her folds up and then tongued at the moist pink flesh within the shiny black fur. She was tangy, salty from sweat, and very juicy inside. He probed as deep as he could with his tongue-tip. He didn't feel any sort of hymen. Just as well, he thought. Blood and stinging pain would only kill the mood.

He lapped and fluttered his tongue against her folds and clit, darting his tongue into her on occasion. She knew what Mindy had been talking about now! She reached out to touch his ears, making to grab for them, but his insistent licking kept her from being able to concentrate well enough. Besides, he had folded them back out of her reach. She chirped and whimpered, her hips rocking slightly, out of her conscious control. She wanted to cry out for him to press harder. Harder! But her voice wouldn't work. All she could do was grunt in a very embarrassing way. He didn't seem to mind.

Dennis brought one paw up under his chin and carefully wet two of his fingers. He circled her opening with them, slowly slipping them into the young skunk as he continued to lick and lap right above. She was tight, but she slowly relaxed as he penetrated deeper. Once he could feel the firm round little bump of her cervix he stopped and then curled his fingers back, tapping on the upper wall of her vagina and scissoring his fingers a little.

Lily cried out and grabbed his head with both hands, curling her upper body forward. She had never felt anything like that before. Not with her fingers, and not with the handle of the hairbrush she sometimes used on herself. She ground her vulva into the buck's face and palm and shuddered.

Dennis' eyes widened and he pressed his tongue flat against her spread pussy, moving his head just a little while his fingers continued to scissor inside her. He could feel her clenching and twitching. Was she climaxing? Every female was different, but it seemed like it to him. He did his best to not do anything surprising for the moment. He also held his breath, as his nose was flush against her mons.

Lily twitched and chuffed in her throat and clenched her eyes shut as the buck made her cum. How had he done that so fast? She didn't really care, not now, but the shock of it lingered on even as the wave crested and started to recede. Soon the pressure on her clit became too much to bear and she released his head and pushed him away, curling up in a shaking ball on his couch, her tail flared out.

Dennis stumbled back when pushed but quickly regained his balance. He licked at his soaked muzzle and lewdly wiped his slick fingers on his cock, anointing himself with her inner juice. He waited.

Eventually Lily uncurled and looked over her shoulder at him- at his face, then his chest, then his groin. Dennis said, "My doe seems ready to mate."

Lily gasped a little, but began to sit up. Dennis helpfully added, "Does crouch on their toes in front of their bucks." She nodded and rolled off the couch. She turned and squatted down on her toes, hiking her tail up high over her back. She held the edge of the couch for support and looked back once again.

She presented perfectly, Dennis thought. Her vulva protruded between her thighs, with some of her wet pink showing in the inky black fur. He couldn't delay any further. He hopped forward and placed his paws on her bottom. She trembled. He planted his much larger feet on either side of hers and let the concavity of his belly match the curve of her bottom. His dick bounced up against her muff and she twitched and squeaked. His arms slid up a bit, holding her at the top curves of her hips. He lowered his hips and let his tip bounce up to catch on her opening. He got it on the third try and immediately slid up into her in one smooth stroke. She cried out again as he spread her clutching walls. One of his paws slid under her slim belly, his fingers spread in her warm fur.

Dennis leaned forward with his upper body and murmured close to her ear, "I'm going to mate my doe now. Going to breed my doe."

Lily panted and nodded, still coming to understand that he had his entire cock inside her. It felt huge and alien, but it scratched that itch she still had. She tried to squeeze him, but it almost stung to do so. It took her a moment to process what he really said. Breed her? Could he really? It was impossible... he could only make a rabbit girl pregnant. Not her. So why had he said that? She had little time to ponder, as Dennis had already begin to thrust, pulling back and out of her almost all the way, then sliding back in, at an upward angle.

Dennis knew he was in trouble. The girl was so tight, and so delicate and so hot he was not going to be able to control himself, to draw it out. At least she had probably cum from his tongue and fingers. His mind began to cloud over with the rutting instinct. He fought to remain lucid, shaking his head a little. He could feel his balls brushing the heels of her feet as he humped her, and that just made it more and more difficult to hold back. He grunted and huffed and held her with one arm around her belly. The belly he would fill with his kittens, full and round with a litter. His conscious self heard these whisperings, knew they were just the rabbit hind-brain talking, urging him on, but they were growing louder and more confident.

Lily heard the buck making some very rough and almost frightening noises, like he was becoming a wild beast, breeding her like he had promised before. She shivered in a mix of fear and overwhelming lust, knowing this was what she had wanted- to be mated and bred by a male of her choosing. And in the midst of the moment she felt she maybe even wanted to go back to her mother pregnant. Fuck the consequences, it felt so fucking good! And he was speeding up, his haunches working and pounding into her from below and behind. It couldn't be long now, she thought. Do it! Do it! Do it!

Dennis sailed past the point of no return without even seeing the exit sign. All he knew was that he could feel the tingling beginnings of the contraction in his groin. His rhythm became erratic and he panted loudly, taking the scruff of the girl's neck into his teeth and groaning into her fur. He slammed home one last time, his tip kissing the girl's unprotected cervix. A heartbeat later his cock jumped hard inside her, the underside bulging slightly as the first long rope of semen shot from the tip and splashed into her. He held onto her scruff and her belly and groaned again as the climax washed over his entire shaking body. His groin muscles contracted again and again, making his tail flag as he pumped his seed into the skunk girl's cunt, the wild rabbit in his head convinced that he was surely impregnating her with a litter of at least a dozen.

Lily could actually feel him cumming inside her- she hadn't been sure if she would be able to. There was a bloom of heat and juiciness, but mostly she could feel how his cock jumped and turned so hard inside her. She felt full and she may have cum again when he scruffed her, she wasn't sure. It was all almost too much for her nerves to handle. She knew, though, that she had done it- she had let him cum deep inside her. Could there be anything that would have driven her mother madder? She savored every sensation- the twitching of his still spurting dick, his shivering muscles on her back, the feel of his teeth on her scruff. She was determined to tell Mindy all about it.

Dennis slowly returned to full control over himself. He released his hold on Lily's scruff and panted, then felt the quivering weakness in his feet and calves. He had given it his all, and on pretty low blood sugar no less. He unwrapped his arm from around her belly and then fell backward onto his butt, then his back. His cock slipped out of her and slapped his belly as he lay panting on the floor. His seed immediately began to drool from her open cunny.

Lily squeaked as she suddenly felt empty and cold. She looked back and saw Dennis lying on the floor and turned quickly, crawling over him until she was face to face.

"Dennis! Are you all right?"

Dennis mumbled, "Yeh... sorry... need catch... breath... fvvv."

She stroked his ears back and kissed his muzzle. He tried to kiss back, but couldn't really hit the mark, so he just grinned goofily and let her kiss him. Her pussy pressed against his half-hard cock and she wriggled about as if to try to get him back inside, to end that empty leaking feeling, but it didn't seem to be possible. Eventually his shaft receded entirely.

Dennis opened his eyes and wrapped his arms around Lily's back. He felt wonderful, even if the carpet was sort of unpleasant to lie on. Everything smelled like sex and skunk girl and cum and here she was, on top of him, wiggling and young and alive and real. He knew from experience to stay quiet for now, and let her talk. But she didn't seem to know what she wanted to say, so she just let her head rest on his chest and listened to his music.

Come down on your own, and leave your body alone

Somebody must change

You are the reason I've been waiting all these years

Somebody holds the key

But I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time

And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home

Lily knew she couldn't stay forever. She wasn't sure she wanted to, even though she felt a lot of affection for this buck right now. But he had to be in his 20s and she knew it was impossible. She lived far from here. She wasn't a rabbit. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend. How can you find a boyfriend on vacation? All you can find is a hookup. And this was an awesome hookup. She grinned and lifted her head. Kissed the buck's barely-twitching nose.

"Thanks Dennis."

This struck Dennis as funny. He started giggling and he couldn't stop.

"What's so funny?" she demanded.

Dennis managed to calm himself down and wipe his eyes. "I don't know. I just... I should be thanking you? No, that's not it. Maybe I just feel so good I can't help it. You... you really changed my day around, Lily. Hey... can I write a story about you?"

Lily blinked. "About me? Like... like a story about what happened today?"

Dennis nodded. "Yeah. I wouldn't use your real name of course. Or mine. And I might embellish some things for the sake of the narrative..."

Lily said, "As long as you tell me where I can read it."

Dennis said, "Deal. I think I'll be filling several empty pages today."

Lily tittered and blushed, sitting up. "I'll write my email address down for you, ok?"

Dennis looked up at her as she sat astride his hips. "Ok," he said, though he almost asked her if she would be back here next year on vacation. She really was a natural beauty. So much potential. "Do you uh... need a shower before you see your mom again? I don't want you to get in trouble. Or me."

Lily looked down at herself. "I should but I kinda don't want to." She gave him a rather wicked look.

Dennis raised an eyebrow. "I see. Just uh... make sure I don't end up floating face down out in the surf, ok?"

Lily tittered a laugh and said, "I won't tell!"

*

Lily sat at dinner with her family, eating as if she had been fasting for days. Her mother kept wrinkling her nose and looking at her strangely.

"I really think you should have washed up before dinner. That nature walk you went on really got you sweaty. You're attracting attention."

Lily smiled and said, "I'm sorry, mom. It felt really good to get some real exercise, though." She squirmed a little in her seat, feeling the rabbit's cum still inside her, seeping out into her panties and shorts. She'd wash up when they got back to the hotel, but for now she was enjoying this far too much. "I might go on another hike tomorrow. Want to come?"

Her mother just shook her head.

Lily giggled at the double meaning that only she understood. Her loss!