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Colleen the Irish Setter human hybrid is having dinner with Sean. Sean is the "mystery man" from her long ago past. After an intense romance, Sean just vanishes, never to be seen again. Not, at least until twenty five years later, when Colleen turns around at an AA meeting, and there he is. She brings him home, and sleeps with him, but refuses to let him explain. Tonight, this dinner, is that chance.

The scene of the dinner is a steak house in the city. The noise and the dark seem a perfect backdrop for the secrets about to be exchanged.

"OK, Sean," Colleen prompts him during desert "This is your last chance to save yourself, before I relegate your memory to the trash can, and hit 'delete'.

The big, rugged Setter leans back, craddling his coffee cup in his big, rough hands.

"This isn't easy, Missy" he begins "But I knew that up front.That's why it took me twenty five years...."

Colleen sits at the table, looking intently at Sean, almost as if challenging him to make her believe.

"Around the time I.....left, my parents had friends, who's daughter needed an escort for a social function. You remember, that was the way it was done. Didn't think twice about it. During the course of the evening.....I betrayed your trust. I thought that was the end of it....but it wasn't.

"Oh good" Colleen remarks, sarcastically "There's more"

"The girl calls me a few weeks later. She tells me that she's pregnant, and that I'm the father. I didn't know what to do. I panicked. Did the first thing I thought to do...I went to Ireland. I couldn't face you...her....my parents. so I left. Figured I'd hang out a while, get my head straight. Unfortunately, as soon as I got there, I got caught up in 'the troubles'. "

The troubles, of course, were a euphemism for the war between the Irish Catholics, and their Protestant neighbors.

"Not long after I arrived, I found myself standing a bit too close to a British tank that blew up"

"Good. you can add 'terrorism' to your resume" Colleen added, rolling her eyes.

"Not a terrorist....but a sympathiser. " he corrected "Not that it made a difference to them damn Brit bastards. Locked me up in their filthy prison for five long years. But Colleen, I thought of ye every single day"

"Sean, will the blarney never fail you?"

"'Tis the truth, Missy!" he said indignantly " And I can prove it"

Sean slid to the center of the booth, pulled up his shirt and sweater, then rolled the waist of his pants. There, resplendid in plain black ink, was 'Colleen' in big dark letters, tattoo'd indelibly on his washboard.

"Prison tatoo" he remarked "But not bad" Strictly against regs. Getting caught puts you in the hole. A day or so later, it got infected, bad. Spread to my gut. But I wasn't gonna let 'em get me, so I toughed it out. Hung in five days, until I went comatose. Damned bastards got me anyway. But, I survived. Took five weeks on IV, but I beat it. his voice trailed away....

"And since then?" she inquired

"After prison, I came back. I took up the only thing I knew, working with horses. I was lucky to come across some good horses...and some good people."

Sean finally put the cup down.

"That's the whole, sordid story Missy. I wish it were otherwise, but that's it" Sean fell back in the seat.

"So, there's a child out there..." Colleen observed

"Yes, I expect there is."

"And what have you done about that?"

"Well." Sean explained "I'm doing the twelve steps, as are you. One of the steps is to make amends. That's where I am...You know, do right by the people I've wronged.

"That would be...who? Me? Her? The child?" she asked sincerely.

"All of you, I suppose.I'd...like to try to make it up, if I can...if you can forgive.....I'm sorry, Missy."

Colleen didn't know what to do. There were so many thoughts, her head was spinning....

"You've laid a lot of stuff on me. You can't expect me to process it immediately. I need time, Sean. Once I do, we'll talk.

Sean got up. He grabbed the check,then kissed Colleen behind the ear.

"I'm counting on that call, Missy"

Then he left.

As soon as she was certain that he had gone, Colleen walked to the bar.

"Martini. Straight up....."

The phone rings at Lydia's house. Lydia grabs for it blindly in her sleep..

"hullo....."

"Ly......ddddddddddddd...........aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

She knew exactly who it was.

"What's the matter, Colleen?" was her terse reply

"I donnnnn thin I should be drvinnnnnn"

"Very astute on your part. Call a cab...."

She rethought quickly.

"No, don't. Tell me where you are. I'll come get you."

"Who was that?"Her husband asked, sleepily

"Guess. Listen,can you get the boys off tomorrow? I may be a while."

"Yeah, I guess"

Lydia grabbed some work clothes, and threw them in a bag. She then slogged down to the garage, and her faithfull old van. She drove the empty streets to find Coleen leaning against a sign, outside the restaurant.

"Get in" Lydia called from the driver seat.

Colleen fumbles, and pours herself in

"Colleen....why?" Lydia knew of her friend's struggle, how hard she worked for her sobriety

"Bad.....night." was her reply.

They drove on in silence. At some point, Lydia noticed an....odor. Now, Lydia's old van was full of odors. Sweaty kids, spoiled food, dogs. This was a new and unpleasant addition....She looked over to see Colleen's skirt and stockings, soaking wet.

"You've pee'd yourself"

"It was cold...there a long time...."

Lydia shook her head in disgust. How could Colleen let this happen? They got to Colleen's apartment. She helped her unsteady friend upstairs. First stop was the bathroom.

"Come on, baby, lets get you cleaned up"

.While Colleen perched on the toilet, Lydia took off her jacket and blouse, then got her standing to drop her wet skirt, and soaked underthings off. Lydia was now faced with how to get Colleen cleaned up. Coleen plopped back down on the toilet.

"You, now." Coleen smirked.

Lydia realised it probably made sense just to get in the shower, too. So Lydia pulled off her sweats, sports bra, and mom panties, and got in the shower.

The water seemed to revive Colleen. Still, she was unsteady on her feet. As Lydia went to wash her, Colleen stumbled, and their two naked bodies fell together. Now, Lydia had never been with a woman before. Sure, there were times she shared a bed. The road trips with the track team. Wrestling with her girlfriends when she was younger. But not, well, you know. The power of what she was feeling stunned Lydia. She was a married woman, with three kids...and a husband. She never thought about her sexuality. Which made what happened next all the more confusing....Colleen began to rub her sex against Lydia's. What shocked her more is that she didn't stop her. The two let the soap run over their pubic regions as they rubbed and bumped them together. Lydia felt a slight touch, a finger brush her lips....Lydia stiffened, as Colleen's finger entered her vagina. Instead of being repulsed, Colleen's touch excited her. Lydia leaned into it,as if it was something she had needed for a long time. Then, she put her hands on Colleen's furry backside. Colleen giggled at her friends touch. Emboldened, Colleen embraced Lydia tightly, and gave her a hot, open mouthed kiss. While Lydia was passive, she was also receptive. As she accepted her kisses, Lydia began humping her friend, subtlly as first, then not so subtlly.. Neither woman was ready for what happened next.......Lydia dropped to her knees. while the water coursed over her head, She grabbed Colleen's cheeks, and began tongueing her sex. Lydia seemed intoxicated by it. Whether the water, the heat or whatever, the more she licked Colleen's musky sex, the more she wanted. She licked harder and harder, until Colleen let out a mighty 'yiff'' and collapsed into her waiting arms.

Now, a little explaination may be in order. You might see Lydia, or a hybrid like her, a hundred times today. They might be waiting to pick up kids at school, checking out at Walmart, or in the McDonald's drive through. But it wasn't always that way. Once upon a time, Lydia and her husband made a dashing pair. She was on the women's track team at Southern Illinois; he was a track star. Stunning Afghan, and sleek Saluki. After graduation, He got a job coaching track at a local university, she went to the DMV, in the accounting section. Three boys followed soon after. Lots of things fell by the wayside, giving way to the needs of growing boys. One of those things was a sex life. The track was not the only place where the Saluki was a speedster. Truthfully, Lydia didn't care. With little romance, and zero energy, sex was the last thing on her mind. Her life was bag lunches, and no iron clothes.

which made her so ready for what happened....Taking Lydia's face in her hands, she spoke sweetly...

"Look at you! You look like a drowned rat. Let's do something with that hair...."

With that, Colleen sat Lydia down, and blow dried her hair, styling it as she did....

"You would look so pretty with ribbons in those ears"

Colleen found some pretty ribbons for Lydia's elegant Afghan ears. As Colleen primped and fussed over her, Lydia asked a question...

"You'll need a ride to your car tomorrow. Can I....stay?

"Of COURSE you can, dearest.....

With that, Colleen kissed her friend deeply. The kissed and cuddled, until the two made their way to the bedroom.

"You were soooo sweet to me, I owe you something special" Colleen cooed....

She then lay the newly coifed and prefumed Afghan on the bed. Colleen returned her friend's favors. Her rough tongue coursed over the Afghn'a delcare sex. Lydia rhythed and moaned with Colleen's gentle attentions. Sensing the time was right, the Setter made love to her friend with her tongue, going in and out of her slippery vagina. The effect was immediate. Lydia exploded like a volcano. Begining as her toes curled, the powerful sensation shot up her calves, and spasmed through her thighs. It ignited a flame in her sex, which lit a fuse, burning up her belly, shooting through the rest like a fireworks finale. Spent and exhausted, she clung to the Setter's side.

The next morning, Colleen woke up staring at the ceiling with a headache. that was not her biggest concern, however. Lydia was there, laying on her stomach, murring and running her hands through her red fur. Colleen began to remember pieces of last night. Sean. The talk. Lydia...and lots of alcohol. As her friend stroked her seductively, Colleen wondered how she was going to deal with the mess she created.. But now, she had a bigger problem. Lydia was kneeling over her, her sex exposed, with big, pleading eyes.....

"I know we need to get dressed, but, please?"

Lydia opened herself up, pleading while she showed her open sex to her friend. Colleen quickly acquiesed, more for damage control than anything...

"Do you like that?" Colleen asked, teasing Lydia's exposed sex with the very tip of her tongue. Her friend responded greedily, moving in even closer. Colleen moaned with pleasure, as she caressed the Afghan's bare nipples. Lydia had never had 'the procedure' but due to her highly aroused state, her teats were swollen, and ultra sensative.

"Suck me...suck my teats!" Lydia ordered, emboldened by her new sexuality.

Colleen, however aroused she may have been, needed to satisfy her lover quickly. She slipped a vibratinig toy out of the night stand, kissing and sucking Lydia's clit, while she used the toy on her friend's tight tailhole......

"Arrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lydia came hard. Colleen could swear that she squirted slightly from her unusually snug puss as she came. Seizing the opportunity, Colleen jumps up...

"Shower!" she shouts, running for the bathroom.

"Wait for me!" the naked Afghan yellled playfully, chasing her friend down the hall....

Today's episode is dedicated to one of Tina's loyal fans, celebrating a special day .....A big 'thumbs up' from Tina and her friends (entire cast turns to drop trou....) Enjoy!