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May 1951 — June 1951

Roy folded his pants and laid them neatly on top of his dresser. He began unbuttoning his shirt. “Hey, Kitten?" he said.

Sarah unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She looked over at the half-naked bear standing on the opposite side of the bed. “Yeah, Willie?"

“Before I forget, I wanted to propose something to you." Roy opened the drawer of his night stand. The lynx's heart skipped a beat before she saw that it was only an envelope, and not a jewelry box, that Roy took out. He held the envelope up for Sarah's inspection. “My old Army pal, Lester, is getting married next month. He sent me an invitation addressed to 'Roy Carrara and Guest' and I was wondering if you would want to go as my guest."

“Sure, I'd love to go. Where will he be getting married?" inquired Sarah.

“He lives just outside Duluth, so it would be a road trip. That is, if you can stand to be in a car with me for seven-plus hours."

“Willie, if I can stand to be in bed with you for eight-plus hours, the car will be a piece of cake."

“Wedding cake?" grinned Roy.

“Any kind of cake," said Sarah as she slipped under the sheet. “I'll request the days off when we go to Marty's in the morning. But right now, I need your little bear behind in this bed." She patted Roy's side of the mattress. “Come warm me up. My toes are cold!"

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Sarah pulled her dress over her Rubenesque frame. The silky blue fabric matched the color of her eyes and also the color of Roy's tie. “Zip me up, Willie?" she asked.

The bear complied with her request, then sat in the motel room's desk chair and leaned over to tie his shoes. Sarah sat on the edge of the bed. “Have you ever met Lester's fiancée?"

“Lydia? No, never," said Roy. “All I know about her is that the two of them met while they were attending night school together. She must be some kind of lady, though, if she can put up with Lester. He managed to chase off every female he ever met while we were stationed in Italy."

“I guess that Love really does find a way," grinned Sarah. “I'm ready. Shall we go?"

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The wedding ceremony went smoothly enough. Roy held his breath for a moment when the priest invited anybody who objected to the marriage to “speak now or forever hold your peace." Those in attendance did get a good laugh a few minutes later when Lester and Lydia kneeled at the altar. Some prankster had painted the words, “HELP ME" on the soles of the bridegroom's shoes.

At last, both beavers had recited their vows, rice was thrown, and the newlyweds along with their guests drove off to the reception hall.

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It was well into the evening and much alcohol had already been consumed when Roy felt a paw on his shoulder. He turned from Sarah and was greeted by an enthusiastic Lester Moore. “Roy Carrara!" he boomed in an overly loud voice. “It is SO good to see you, buddy! And who is this charming young lady?" Lester looked the bear's companion up and down, licking his lips as he did so.

“Lester, I'd like you to meet Sarah."

“Sarah!" smiled the beaver. “Sarah, Sarah! Sarah Carrara!" Lester giggled.

Sarah accepted a handshake from the inebriated beaver, then quickly excused herself, “I'm sure that you boys have so much to talk about. I think I'll go congratulate Lydia. Be good, you two." Before the feline walked away, she leaned over to whisper into Roy's ear, “Have fun, Willie."

Roy gave Lester a slap on the shoulder. “You old rodent, you! It looks like you're finally going to get yourself laid," the bear sniggered.

“Hey, hey, hey," Lester seemed to be repeating himself a lot tonight, “do you think I've been blue-balling it all this time since we left the Army? Uncle Sam wasn't the only one to give me a discharge." The beaver roared with laughter.

“Oh, really?" said Roy with a straight face. “So was the other one your right paw or your left?"

“Her name is Lydia," said Lester. He located his bride and Sarah, who were chatting a few tables away. The beaver jerked a thumb in the ladies' direction. “I'll tell you, buddy, that is the one gal who can ride my rapids."

“So I know the two of you met at night school," said Roy, changing the subject, “but we kind of lost touch. How's that all going? Is she an accountant too?"

“She's the accountant. Runs a nice little tax preparation business." The beaver waved his paw dismissively. “It turns out accounting just wasn't for me," he said.

“Lester, you don't fool me for a minute." Roy pointed an accusing finger at his old pal. “What on Earth did you do?"

“It was nothing. Blown way out of proportion."

“Lester…"

“I know my pencil chewing drove you crazy, but at least you had a sense of humor about it."

“Lester! In accounting school?"

“Look, it was only one box… technically. Like I said, blown way out of proportion."

Roy narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean by 'technically' one box?"

“The other one already had a few pencils missing." Lester rolled his eyes. “I still don't see why it was such a big deal. Way out of proportion," he asserted once more.

Roy sighed, “So what are you doing for work? You've got a wife to feed now."

“I'm in construction."

“You're putting me on," said Roy.

“Nope. Hey I know, it's the beaver stereotype," said Lester, “but it so happens I am really good at it. The company is considering me for promotion to foreman and I've learned enough to start building a nice little place for Lydia and me. It's a geodesic dome in a wooded area just outside of town. You're gonna have to come back out here and see it when it's all finished. There'll be plenty of room for you and the missus." The beaver made a clicking sound behind his big incisors and once again motioned with his thumb toward Sarah and Lydia.

“And speaking of the missus," Lester continued, “I gotta say that you surprise me, buddy."

“How's that?" asked Roy.

“Well, in spite of all the big talk about dipping your wick, I never saw you alone with a female the entire time we were stationed in Italy. I was starting to wonder if you might be… you know…" The beaver held his paw out and rocked it from side to side while raising an eyebrow. “Then I saw you walk in here with that good-looking lady lynx on your arm, and wow! You are one smooth operator!"

Roy was trying to decide if he should correct Lester's misconception about his relationship with Sarah when the girls stepped up to them. “Hey there, boys!" said Lydia. The female beaver was short and round, even for her own species, with ample breasts that threatened to burst out of her wedding gown. Like her new husband, she wore glasses with horned rims and thick lenses that made her eyes look huge. “Lester, when are you going to introduce me to your friend?" she asked.

The males stood. “Lydia, this is my old Army buddy, Roy. Roy, this is…"

“…the new Mrs. Lester Moore," finished the bride, “but as nice as that sounds, please call me Lydia."

Roy took Lydia's paw and tried hard to avoid staring at the lady beaver's prominent bosom. “It's so nice to meet you, Lydia. Lester has finally gotten lucky for once in his life." Roy received a not-too-gentle elbow from Lester on one side and a light kick to his shin from Sarah on the other. “Finding a pretty lady like you, I mean," he smiled.

“I'm the lucky one," Lydia asserted, “Lester is so sweet to me. Did he tell you that he's building our dream home all by himself?"

“I did," interjected Lester, “and I invited Roy and Sarah to come visit us when it's done."

“We'd be delighted!" said Sarah with enthusiasm. This time it was Roy's turn to give his companion a gentle kick to the shin.

“Eeeee!" squealed Lydia. “That would be wonderful! Oh, Sarah, I just know we are going to be good friends. Now, please excuse us, boys. I need to go powder my nose. Come on, Sarah."

Lydia took Sarah's paw and the females scampered off in the direction of the restroom. “Why is it that females always have to go to the bathroom in pairs?" pondered Roy.

“I've got my theory," offered Lester with a naughty grin.

“I don't even want to hear it," said Roy. “But at least now I know how you managed to catch Lydia."

“What do you mean?"

“She's the only girl who's nearsighted enough to actually find you attractive," Roy laughed.

“Buddy, plenty of girls were lining up for a piece of Lester. Do you remember Rebecca? The raccoon we worked with?"

“Lester, she slapped your face once right in the office!"

“That was just for show," said the beaver. “Let me tell you about this one time…"

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Later that night, Roy and Sarah tumbled into the motel bed, worn out by the day's events. They were about to doze off when a loud pounding sound from the adjoining room made both companions sit up. “What the hell?" said the bear. The banging continued. Roy finally got out of bed and pulled on his trousers. He stepped out of the room and knocked loudly on the adjacent door. “Hey!" he shouted. “How about a little quiet? People trying to sleep over here!"

The banging sound ceased and Roy was about to return to his own room when the door opened. Standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and without his glasses, was Lester Moore. The beaver squinted at his late-night visitor. “Roy? Is that you?" he said.

“Lester? What the hell? You're supposed to take your bride somewhere nice on your wedding night. Not a cheap motel like this. And how could you possibly be making so much noise?"

“Roy, what's going on?" Sarah appeared, wearing her bathrobe. “Lester?"

“Hi there, Sarah Carrara," said Lester. “Sorry about the noise. Wedding night, you know." The beaver squinted his eyes as he looked the lynx over and licked his lips. “Say, I don't suppose you two would want to join us?"

“Good night, Les," said Roy firmly. He bustled Sarah back into the room that they shared and locked the door. The companions climbed back into bed.

“Sarah Carrara," giggled the lynx. “That's too funny."

Roy reached over to turn off the bedside lamp once again. Moments later, the pounding from next door resumed.