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Shifting Consequences--Chapter 14: Sexy Shopping

By: Zmeydros AKA Lucien Quinn

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Zack, Bella, and Glenn are on the bed full from breakfast. Bella's breasts are pressing against Zack's wings and Glenn's sheath is pressing against her fluke while his fluffy tail lies on top of all three of them. The base of Zack's tail is pressing against Bella's clit.

As Zack breathes in the scents of his lovers and revels in the feeling of being held, he smiles warmly. If only they could stay in this hotel room on this bed forever. No running, no wondering if they'll be found, and no changing back to human form. He could practice his shifting and be another orca or raccoon so that his lovers could know how it felt to fuck another anthro of their species. Warmth rushes to his crotch as he imagines surprising each of them and having hot sex after the surprise wears off.

His clit-penis is now throbbing between his legs and his pussy is so wet. He gulps as his arousal increases. The places where Bella's body is touching him are tingling. Both of his hands find his breasts and he bites his lip to keep from moaning as he fondles them. When one of his hands makes its way down to his crotch, he stops himself. If he can last till this evening or tomorrow morning, he will know he has a good amount of control over himself.

Frowning, he puts his hands together and entwines his scaly fingers. Time to distract himself with some idle conversation. "So, what do you two think we should do today?"

Bella kisses Zack on the back of the head and then humps against him lewdly. "Make love three times. I go once with Glenn, once with you, and once with all three of us at the same time."

The heat inside of Zack becomes uncomfortable. "Uhh, umm, Glenn? What do you think?"

Glenn chuckles. "I want see what it feels like to have Bella's amazing penis in my ass and then we can get some supplies at the store. We need some paper towels and--"

"Wait, you want to try Bella out before we go shopping? Like right now?" Zack is barely able to hold back his libido as the scents of his lovers' arousals become overpowering. He really wants to watch Bella and Glenn go at it and if he does that, he will want to get involved and... His pussy is throbbing and he feels light-headed.

"That's what I want too. Zack, you can take me in whatever hole you want, even my mouth. Let's all get in on this." Moving out from between Zack and Glenn, Bella sits at the head of the bed and starts charming her penis out of her slit.

Getting up, Glenn smiles at Bella. "I'm going to use some emergency supplies I brought on the trip to get my ass nice and clean for you." He uses his fingers to put quotes around "emergency supplies."

Zack watches Bella's penis hungrily. He wants to suck it, lick it, have it in his... "I'm going to go shopping. I'll get everything we need so that you two can just hang out in your anthro forms."

The tilt of Bella's head is almost comical. "You don't want to join in?"

"Umm, I want to see if..." Zack gulps. His mouth doesn't want to form the words he's about to say. Every fiber of his being wants to have sex. "I can last till tonight or tomorrow morning."

Glenn starts laughing. "You're stubborn, I'll give you that, but my nose is telling me that you're more than ready to join us. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in heat. My cock is getting stiff just from your scent."

"Mmm, me too." Bella thrusts her hips suggestively.

"How can you smell? You have a blowhole." Curiosity once again derails Zack's lust. He's going to have to remember the power of his curiosity, it might save him some day.

"My sona can sense smells with hir skin. It's even better than having a nose. I'm not sure how it works, actually. I made up most of the stuff about my sona when I was fifteen." A nostalgic smirk is on Bella's face until it is replaced by a look of lust. "I'll tell you all about it after I fuck Glenn hard."

"Just give me a grocery list and I'll get the items. I really want to see if I can wait." Zack pulls his gaze from Bella's crotch.

"If that's what you want to do, I won't argue with you. Try not to pull some unsuspecting citizen into the bathroom and complicate things. If you get the urge to screw someone's brains out, just come back here and we'll happily help you with your problem." Glenn names off a list of items and Zack writes them down.

"Zack, you have until seven PM tomorrow to fuck me. If I have to wait any longer than that, I'll probably pounce you, wherever we happen to be, and relieve your tension for you." Bella emphasizes "relieve" and "tension" by stroking her penis and thrusting into her hand.

Each of Bella's thrusts causes Zack's pussy to tighten. He distracts himself by transforming into his human woman form. The scales disappear slowly and his bones crack. The feeling of his wings going back in is quite unpleasant. His face is reluctant to lose its muzzle and his clit stays large even after it's no longer erect. He considers willing it smaller, but decides that leaving it big will be an even better test of his control. Forcing his tail to go in causes him to wince. It never seems to get easier to change into human form. At least he feels a bit less horny now.

Glenn comes out of the bathroom, rifles through one of his bags and gives Zack a few twenties. "That should be enough."

A proud erection is throbbing between Glenn's legs and it takes a moment for Zack to stop panting and grab hold of the money. "Thanks..." Zack's gaze drifts to Bella, who is giving herself a boob job and lapping up the pre from her long mobile cock. "Go play with Bella before she cums without you."

A wide smile grows on Glenn's muzzle as he turns to look at Bella. He forgets about Zack and starts walking toward the bed.

Zack focuses on getting dressed, ignoring their moans. Why is he doing this to himself? When he has sex he feels like he has a deeper connection to the world and the people he's with. There's nothing wrong with sex, but if he loses control of his lust, he may get them all captured or worse. Then he wouldn't be having sex with anyone...

Once he's dressed, he heads out the door. Where is a department store anyway? He gets in the car and drives to the gas station where they bought the car. Someone inside has to know where a Wal-Mart or a Target is. He gets out of the car and walks toward the convenience store. An attractive red-haired woman in a short skirt is on her way out of the store when a gust of wind comes out of nowhere and blows her skirt up enough that Zack can see her tight lavender panties and the little crease in the center of them. His clit starts to harden as he looks away.

Where did that gust of wind come from, there isn't even a soft breeze today... "Mal, are you toying with me?"

"You're a sharp one." A disembodied voice comes from behind Zack's left ear.

"Please don't do that. I want today to be uninteresting." Zack turns away from the store so that people don't see him talking to an invisible friend.

"You're no fun."

A sigh comes from Zack. "I'm just not fun today... Tell you what. While I'm shopping, I'll put some baby wipes in the condom area and I'll put condoms in next to the enema kits if you agree not to toy with me for the rest of the day."

"I agree to your terms, but I will also guide you to the nearest Target if you tell the clerk that checks you out, with a serious look on your face, that you are the son of Hans Christian Andersen and Wayne Newton. If you do something with the conversation after that point that I enjoy, I will owe you a favor."

Laughter hits Zack as he thinks about the absolutely random task he's just been given. Just after he finishes laughing, a cartoony "pop" sound occurs. "I take it that our conversation is over..." He waits a few seconds.

"Your answer?"

"I'll do it. Why did you make a noise that sounded like you leaving and then not respond?" Mal is probably not going to give a very satisfying answer, but Zack has to at least try to understand the entity that has caused his life to become much more interesting and... sexy.

"Because I wanted to see your reaction. You are quite patient.--A virtue I value. Get in the car and I'll guide you to your destination."

Following Mal's directions, Zack gets to the Target efficiently. Once he's parked in the parking lot, he smiles. "Thanks, Mal. I appreciate you leading me right to Target and not on some random path that eventually led to Target."

"Hmm, you should make a mental note that I take agreements very seriously."

Zack nods. "I think that's a good quality. If this goes well, I'll be more than willing to work with you in the future."

"As will I. I am going to leave you alone and just watch the absurdity unfold." A "pop" sound occurs.

As Zack gets out of the car his nipples rub against his light-brown T-shirt and he stifles a moan. His breasts are well above C-cup in size right now and he forgot to put on a bra... He would have probably needed to use one of Bella's bras for these. They look ridiculous on this petite form, though. He must have completely forgotten about reducing his breast size in his scramble to get out of the hotel room. Concentrating, he reduces his breasts to B-cup. Hungry looks from boys might drive him crazy right now and it's probably better if he goes unnoticed anyway.

He almost walks right into the automatic doors--his pussy is still wet and he wants to get this shopping done as quickly as possible. He picks up oatmeal, canned tuna, plastic bags, trash bags, duct tape, paper towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and a few other miscellaneous items. Then he goes about fulfilling his agreement with Mal. After grabbing some baby wipes, he puts them on the shelf below the condoms so that the picture of the baby is staring up. Anyone who goes for condoms will be greeted by a smiling baby. Zack smirks. Maybe Target will sell more rubbers today.

Once that's done he grabs a few different types of condoms and puts them amongst the enema kits. He tries not to laugh and act as if he isn't doing anything out of the ordinary; he doesn't want anyone to notice him on the surveillance tapes.

As he's leaving the pharmacy section a tall thirty-something woman with dirty blonde hair bumps into him hard enough that he stumbles. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there." She's wearing a tight white blouse with black frills on it. Her face is delicate and long.

As Zack responds, he see her sniff the air and blush. "No problem." He starts walking away as the tall woman's blush deepens.

She watches him with a look of concentration as if she's trying to think of some way to stall him. "Beautiful weather out today, isn't it?" Subtly, she takes small steps toward him and sniffs the air again.

The scent of her arousal is now flooding Zack's nose and his clit is pressing against his panties. He squirms to find a position where his clit isn't rubbing, but only makes things worse. "Yes. The weather is quite nice." He looks at his wrist and frowns when he doesn't see a watch. Words come into his head through the fog of his building lust. "I'm in a bit of a hurry right now. Sorry, but I can't stay and chat." Pushing his cart, he makes his way past her.

"Oh, okay..." She sets the few items she's carrying down on a shelf and walks in the direction of the restroom.

Zack tries not to think about what's going to happen, but then a wave of worry hits him. What if she gets caught masturbating? It would be his fault. He starts to follow her and starts imagining joining in as she plays with herself. Eventually he's panting and feels hot all over. If he plays with her, he can watch her transform. What species would she become? An image of a tall anthro female husky with one blue eye and one brown eye appears in his mind, as if to answer his question. The detail is amazing. She his pink highlights on the tips of her ears and the end of her tail. Her fur his a bluish tint to it. This image makes his libido jump into full gear. He wants to transform her into the beautiful creature he envisions. It feels great to be this horny and it will feel even better when he sticks his big clit in her.

No! He can't lose control like this. He stops twenty feet away from the bathroom and whispers under his breath. "Mal, please don't let her get in trouble because of me."

A soft whisper comes from the space just above his left ear. "I will mask her activities. It is time for you to check out."

Ignoring the burning in his loins, he nods and pushes his cart over to the shortest checkout line. Only a middle-aged balding man with round glasses is in front of him. The cashier is an African-American teenager with a short afro. His lightly-muscled physique is quite attractive. The only thing about him that is unattractive is how thin his body is. His hips and shoulders are narrow, making him look like someone stretched him to his current height.

Putting his items on the conveyor, Zack forces himself to look away from the clerk. As he gets his last item on the conveyor, the balding man receives his change.

The clerk shines a beautiful smile at Zack and sniffs the air idly. "How's your day goin'?"

Looking into his eyes, Zack feels his crotch heat up. Why did he have to pick this cashier? His fully-erect clit throbs against his panties when he sees the bulge in the clerk's pants start to grow. This guy must be six foot three and his penis must be... Oh Shit! Zack feels his wings and tail pushing out. He's got to get control of himself.

"Mmm, baby, never mind the small talk. Name's Ron. Can I have your number? I'll take you out once I get off this shift. You dig me as much as I dig you. I can see it in your eyes." Ron's smooth deep voice is practically seductive.

Zack's gaze is fixed on the throbbing in Ron's pants as he tries to hold back his transformation. He must think about something else or he will not make it back to the hotel room. There was something he was supposed to say. Something Mal asked him to do... "My name is Allie, but I don't know if it would work out for us. I'm the son of Hans Christian Andersen and Wayne Newton."

A deep chuckle comes from Ron. "That's the cutest decline I've heard. A follower of absurdism, are we? I can dig it--philosophy class was a blast. But, be serious, babe, I know you want me."

That's it! He needs to be as absurd as possible. That way Zack can distract himself by trying to think up nonsense to say and Mal will be happy with his performance. "I do want you, but, but I'm just passing through town. I have to make it to Ireland before my pot of gold disappears. Wayne Newton is a leprechaun, so I inherited his leprechaun powers."

Ron doubles over in laughter as a few clerks and shoppers look in Zack's direction. Laughter hits Zack pretty hard too when he realizes that he just made his previous statement with a straight face.

After Ron recovers, he starts scanning items again. "I won't force you. Lots of fish in the sea. Too bad most of them aren't as smokin' as you." He rings up the last two items. "That'll be twenty-four sixty-seven."

As Zack gets out his money, he ponders what just happened. The laughter actually distracted Ron and Zack enough to get them out of their lust-filled daze. Zack makes a mental note. His lust was stopped a bit by his worrying about the lady in the white blouse, and both his and Ron's lust was lessened with laughter. His clit is still throbbing, but his libido has lost its edge for the time being. A glance at Ron's bulge causes his heart to race again. Apparently other emotions are only distractions. He gives Ron the money and sighs when his hand touches Ron's. Their brief touching of hands caused his pussy and clit to twitch.

His wings and tail try to push out again and he grits his teeth as he resists the will of his body. He takes the change from Ron and smiles while trying not to blush. "Thank you."

Ron gives a theatrical medieval bow. "Twas my pleasure. I'll be here till seven thirty if you change your mind."

Something about Ron's bow causes Zack to wonder if this tall and sexy man played Romeo at some point. He wouldn't mind being his Juliet one bit, well, as long as they don't do the ritualistic suicide thing.

He gives Ron a big smile before grabbing his cart and heading out of the store. Walking as fast as he can, Zack goes straight for his car and almost gets run over by an impatient motorist in a white and black Hummer. After putting the bags in the trunk, he pulls out a roll of paper towels and a blanket. When he puts his cart in the cart corral his clit brushes against his panties just right and he moans softly. On his way back to the car, his tail starts to push out a bit, stretching his panties.

Before he gets in the car, he leans the seat back and lays half of the blanket out on it. Even though he's extremely horny, his mind is clear. His goal is to masturbate without getting caught. Once he's in the car he moves forward on the seat, unbuttons his pants, pulls the back of his panties down, and lets his tail push out. A sigh of relief comes from him. No pain is felt this time, just pleasure. He thrusts his hips as scales cover his tail.

The heat in the car doesn't bother him at all. His body seems to be able to adjust to just about any situation--he's like an X-rated superhero. Looking around, he sees that no one is near him at the moment. Time to get under the blanket and be very naughty. His body tingles with expectation when he grabs several sheets of paper towel and pulls the blanket over his body.

Now that he's covered, he takes off all his clothes. All that's stopping him from being seen is this blanket; this thought makes him even hotter. He smirks at the tent his clit is making as he puts some paper towels underneath his wet folds.

One hand strokes his clit while he thrusts two fingers into his sopping sex. He moans happily as he drives himself to the heights of ecstasy. Masturbating doesn't count. If he's careful, masturbating can be a good way of sating his lust for a while without much risk. It's doubtful that masturbation can solely take care of his libido, though. He has to fuck something at some point. Waiting till tomorrow morning is going to be hard even if he gets off now.

Throwing himself into his self gratification, he bucks against his hands. His breasts grow to C-cup size as red scales cover his chest. It feels delightful when his torso, legs, feet, arms, hands, and back get covered in scales. In between his pants and moans, he manages to concentrate on keeping his wings from forming. His muzzle pushes the blanket up as it forms, and he can feel the shifting of his mouth as his tongue gets longer and a bit skinnier. The tip tickles when it forks. Except for his wings and being a bit smaller, he's completely in his red and blue dragon form and he feels wonderful.

When he grips his fingers with his pussy, he arches his back. He's not going to last long--he's been extremely horny and had his clit rubbing against his pants and panties for almost an hour. Stopping for a moment, he makes sure that his clit can't spray cum this time. Cleaning cum out of this blanket is not something he wants to do today.

His body wants Ron so bad. If only he could fuck Ron without consequences. An imaginary Ron is the next best thing. Quivering under his own touch, Zack lets his imagination run wild--he can almost feel Ron's penis sliding in and out of him. "Fuck me, Ron! Harder, Ron!" His dirty talk gets him even more worked up. "Mmm... You're so big, Ron!" He needs something bigger in his pussy if he's going to fantasize about Ron's penis... He grabs the end of his tail and shoves a few inches of it into his cunt. "Oh YESSSS!"

He shoves a total of ten inches of his thick tail in before he pulls it back out and thrusts it in again. Feeling his tail stretch his small body to the brink causes him to gasp each time he puts it in. Rippling his pussy along his tail, he throws his head back and gasps. His pussy and tail are fighting for supremacy and the result is mind-blowing pleasure. He continues to fuck himself with his tail and starts stroking his clit faster.

Growling and moaning, he increases his pace. He doesn't want to last this time, he just wants a good orgasm as soon as possible. In his mind, Ron has him bent over a sink in the restroom. He's in his current form and Ron is transforming into a handsome anthro giraffe.

Zack can see Ron transform so clearly in his fantasy that he swears it's actually happening right before his lust-filled eyes. Ron's clothes get torn to shreds as he grows fur all over his body, gets a foot taller, and his thin body widens into a more sturdy form. His feet turn into hooves and demolish his shoes as his legs crack and become more like a giraffe's hind legs. Ron gasps as his face pushes out into a muzzle and becomes covered in fur. He licks his lips with his long giraffe tongue as his penis gets longer and thicker inside of Zack. Ron smiles widely as he uses his powerful legs to thrust even harder.

Ron throws his head back in ecstasy when Zack sticks his tail in Ron's tight ass. Once Ron recovers, he grabs Zack's ass with his furry hands, pushes the last few inches of his throbbing giraffe cock in, and picks up the pace. Ron's large furry balls are slapping against Zack's long clit as he continues at his incredible pace. The Ron of Zack's dreams is so close to release--his penis is twitching and he's screaming in pleasure.

Zack now has four more inches of his tail buried in his pussy and he is short of breath from all his moaning. His clit slides in and out of his hand at blazing speed. A tingling sensation has spread through his entire body and he knows something big is about to happen. In his fantasy, Ron grabs his sides and makes one last thrust before calling Zack's name and pumping his hot seed into Zack's trembling passage. As Zack imagines Ron's release, an orgasm hits him hard.

The moan that comes from Zack is almost a scream. So much tension is being released that he feels light-headed and hot all over. His legs and tail move on their own, adding to his self-induced rapture. The spasms of his sex cause pleasure to rush up his tail. His juices flood out of him, soaking the paper towels he put under his crotch as his orgasm reaches an even higher peak. After what seems like hours of moaning and squirming, he starts to descend from his peak into an ocean of contentment. He stops moving and just lets his limp body sink into the chair.

In the warmth of his afterglow, he smiles, thinking of Ron. If it becomes possible, he will get to know Ron better and if Ron turns out to be as good a person as Zack imagines him to be, he will offer Ron a chance to transform. He needs to clean up and get Ron's number before he goes back to the hotel, but first he needs to just lie here with his tail inside him and relax.

About ten glorious minutes later, Zack pulls his tail out and more of his sweet liquid spills out onto the paper towel. It's good he put so much of it down there. It would be nice if there was someone in the car with him that was willing to clean him up. Wait, if he concentrates, maybe he can change his body a little so he can lick up his mess with his tongue.

Bending at the waist, he focuses on being able to get his muzzle to his sex. He feels something in his back and his ribs change while he bends. Soon he has his nose in his crotch and he's breathing in his own seductive scent. Licking at his folds experimentally, he brushes his clit with his tongue and the sensation causes him to moan and buck his hips.

Exploring his pussy with his tongue is so different from doing it with his fingers or tail. He can taste and smell himself while he feels his smooth dexterous tongue slide in and out. The fork at the end of his tongue tickles places deep inside him. His tongue is much more agile than his tail. If he hadn't just gotten off, he'd probably be driving himself insane with his tongue.

Once he's cleaned up his mess and put the wet paper towels to the side, he starts to transform into his female human form. This time he goes slow and his body cooperates a bit better. There is much less pain and it takes less willpower. His tail slides in as his legs lose their scales. Then his hands tingle as they revert to human form. The rest of the scales on his body disappear with a light burning sensation. He smirks and only makes his breasts a bit smaller. They are big for his size, but they look believable--they are still definitely a lot bigger than they were when Ron saw them last. The unsuspecting clerk will probably do a double take.

Putting on his clothes while he's covered by the blanket is more complex than he thought it would be. When he's got his shirt, panties, and pants on, he tosses the blanket off. He leans the seat back up and then puts on his socks and shoes. Grabbing the used paper towels, he gets out of the car. He makes sure he has his keys before he locks and closes the car door.

As he walks toward Target, he feels something rubbing on his throat. When he looks down, he sees that his shirt is on backwards. He chuckles as he pulls in his arms and turns his shirt around. It isn't easy because his breasts are pressing against the shirt, but he eventually gets it turned around.

"Miss, you dropped these... What's that wonderful smell?"

Zack turns around to see a mildly overweight male Target employee with long brown hair holding a couple of Zack's paper towels. Before he can respond, the Target employee brings the paper towels toward his face while he breathes in Zack's scent. Zack runs over and grabs the paper towels in the blink of an eye. The Target employee is in a daze. The carts he was pushing are sitting there completely forgotten in the middle of the parking lot.

A frown forms on Zack's face when he notices that the two paper towels the employee had were two of the wettest. It's good he got them back before he started licking them or something. Hopefully, the employee can recover from his daze without masturbating... "Mal, given my stellar performance, can I ask a long-term favor of you?"

"Mmm, sure. I'm in a great mood right now." The voice comes from right in front of Zack's face.

Zack starts walking back toward the store. "Watch over the people I set off and make sure they don't get in trouble. If you do this for me, I won't have to avoid setting them off as much, so it should be more fun for you, anyway."

"You have an agreement. Your logic is beautiful. Don't eat trees that grow next to Ashton Kutcher."

Mal's random statement catches Zack by surprise and he belly laughs. "Your delivery was perfect."

"Oh, I am aware. I have had hundreds of years of practice. I am glad you liked it. You're getting close to other people, so I will cease conversing for now. I don't want you to get the wrong kind of attention." A splash sound follows Mal's comments.

Throwing the paper towels away in the first trash can he finds, Zack walks into the store and goes straight to the women's bathroom to wash his hands. The scent of sex has mixed with the clean bleach smell of the bathroom. His nose can tell that the sex smell is from the woman in the white blouse. A fierce blush burns on his cheeks when he thinks about the fact that he got her so horny that she had to go masturbate. He's not just sexy, he's a lust machine.

After drying his hands, he leaves the restroom and walks toward Ron, who's busy scanning the items of a mom and her six-year-old boy. The mom looks like she's only about twenty-two. Her hair is frizzy from whatever treatment she used to make her hair blonde and her face is plastered with makeup. Her dark eye shadow reminds Zack of the markings on a raccoon.

When Zack is within earshot he hears her say, "It was so funny! The person who put those baby wipes in with the condoms has a wicked sense of humor. I LOL'ed right when I saw it. I thought about waiting for someone to come looking for condoms just to see their reaction."

Ron's deep chuckle causes Zack to smile. "That's pretty good. People who pull little pranks like that make life less borin'."

"Mommy, what's a con-dom?" The little boy tugs on his mom's shirt.

With an amused expression, the mom kneels down beside her son. "Something you'll have to use when you grow up. I promise I'll tell you when you need to know."

"But--" The boy protests.

"No but's on this one." She pokes her son in the nose.

The boy frowns and brushes a finger on his nose. "Okay."

Ron looks down at the little boy and then at the mother. "He's adorable and very well behaved."

The mother stands up and looks at Ron. "Don't talk about him in third person. Compliment him, not me."

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're adorable and well behaved." Ron addresses the kid.

"Thank you mister." The little boy looks at Ron shyly through his long light-brown hair. "You're tall and your skin is pretty."

"Aw, thanks kid." Looking to see that no one else is in line, Ron relaxes a bit.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be forceful. I just don't like it when people talk as if the kids aren't there. It's something I catch myself doing even though I hate it." The mom pulls out her wallet.

"No problem." Ron looks at the register. "That'll be forty-one twenty eight."

"Shit! I only have forty dollars and my credit card got stolen yesterday." She feels her pockets and then looks in her purse.

Zack pulls out two dollars and then walks over to her with it. "Here you go. I don't need it."

"Oh, thank you so much!" She hugs Zack briefly.

"You're welcome." Zack backs away from her the moment she lets him go.

When she takes a brief sniff of the air, he takes another step back. Ron's gaze is stuck on Zack's breasts. When the mom places her money in Ron's hand, Ron snaps out of his daze and gives her change.

She smiles at Zack. "Thank you again. I'll pass this kindness on first chance I get."

"That is the best way to thank me." Zack waves bye to the six-year-old and he waves back. After that, Zack looks into Ron's eyes and says, "Can I have your number?"

"It's a bit unorthodox--normally I get the girl's number--but sure, babe." Taking some receipt paper out, Ron jots down his number and then hands it to Zack.

Zack smiles at Ron. "Thanks. I have a lot of stuff going on right now and I'm not sure I'll be able to use your number, but I will try to call you eventually."

"For you, I'd wait forever." Ron throws all his charm into his statement as he moves his arms in a melodramatic way.

"Let's hope you don't have to. Have a nice evening." With a wave, Zack starts walking toward the exit.

An idea springs into Zack's head and he turns around. When he was masturbating, imagining Ron as a giraffe seemed completely natural. He also got an image of the woman in a white blouse as a husky. Both of these images felt right in a way that the correct answer to a math problem does. A simple question to Ron might help him explain this phenomenon. "If you could be any animal, what would you be? I'm guessing that your answer is a giraffe."

"Y-yeah? How'd you guess?" The slight tilt of Ron's head is almost cute.

Now it's Zack's turn to tilt his head. "Um, because you're tall and eccentric. Hmm... That didn't come out right."

Ron laughs. "You're great. Hope we talk real soon."

With another wave, Zack turns around and exits the store.