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A Series of Romantic Encounters

© 2010 CarLOS Penguin

Mrs. Foxx

The glow of the computer screen was overcome by the sunlight now shining in through the kitchen window of his cabin. Another night had gone by swiftly and morning was here, complete with the tiredness that came with it. This invariably went unrealized until the bright sunlight reflected off the screen and struck his flinching eyes.

Paul was a man of routine and his custodian position with the local high school was always the same - empty waste baskets, clean toilets, wash and polish, or wax the floors. It was a routine that once he got organized, it was 'turn mind off, machine on, continue until just before  dawn'. Grab a coffee on the way home, sit at the kitchen table and play.

Paul's real love was computers. He did repairs and programming to top up his income through the week and wanted to open his own computer shop one day. Lacking the required degrees, no one else would hire him, yet those with the degrees, often called him for assistance for some obscure issue rarely encountered nowadays.

But now was time for sleep. It was Sunday morning, his only day off and he didn't want to spend it sleeping. The program he was writing for a friend could wait. Immune to the effect of caffeine after so many years on night shift, he placed the cup on the counter and headed off to bed.

*screee, screee, BANG* "Hey! Watch where you're dropping that. Might hurt the pavement!" *screee, screee, BANG*

Paul opened his eyes, still dozing. He was at that 'in between' point between conciousness and sleep where he wasn't quite sure which he was in. There were noises and disembodied voices. Was he starting to dream?

*SLAM!* ..... *squeeeeeak, SLAM!*

Nope, not a dream. There was a hideous noise coming from the empty cabin beside his. He looked over at the clock which read 0800. He should have been asleep for two hours already, but had been engrossed in the program he was writing.

He got up, pulled back the makeshift-turned-permanent curtain made from a towel and looked over at the other cabin. Someone was moving in.

This day and age, individual detached houses were extremely rare, even small cabins like his. But it was a very small town in a large National Park and the private land had been owned by generations of the same family.

As recent as a hundred and fifty years ago, this had been a remote resort, famous for its winter skiing. Now the mountain village of Manning had become a bustling town of 5,000 with only a month of harsh winter conditions that brought the thrill seekers and 'Iron Men' to face the peaks that caused as many funerals as trophy ceremonies.

Paul looked over some of the furniture still lining the walkway to the cabin door. Whomever these people were, they had terrible taste. Matter of fact, Paul couldn't remember ever seeing a sofa made from metal with plush seat cushions and almost no back to speak of. Maybe it was lawn furniture? He hadn't seen a bench like that in the park before.

Two burly men came out of the cabin wearing uniforms of a moving company. Each grabbed an end and looking like they were lifting weights well beyond their class, they struggled to lift the bench. Two steps later, they put it down, stood, panted a few times then repeated.

Then, a third came out of the cabin. Paul's heart stopped for a moment being startled at the sight of a seeming elderly Canisian man in a flannel shirt draped unbuttoned over a cloak of some gawdawful coloured material which texture looked as comfortable as sandpaper.

The man shook his head, threw his arms up in the air, bent underneath the middle of the bench as the two movers struggled just to lift it, placed it on his shoulder and moved it into the cabin as if it were made of aluminium. Looking completely emasculated, the movers grabbed some boxes and brought them inside.

Paul discovered his heart was beating faster. He didn't consider himself a xenophobe and he enjoyed the Interstellar Tolerance course in school, but up until now, aliens were only pictures on screens. Here was one, right here, right now and right beside his cabin. Apparently the new lessor of the cabin too.

Too startled and curious now to sleep, he thought he'd lend a hand for at least the lighter boxes. Getting on a shirt and some pants and sandals, he went out and over to his new neighbour.

He passed the movers with a polite nod while walking up the partially grassed-over step stones  leading to the neighbouring cabin door. He hadn't quite reached the door when the elderly Canisian man stepped out and almost walked into him. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at Paul. His eyes wide, mouth opened slightly, looking as startled as Paul was when he first saw the alien through his window.

The startled appearance lasted only a moment as his eyes turned cheerful, he smiled kindly and held out his hand... paw... hand-paw to shake, "Salutations! I'm the new lessor of this residence. Who may you be?" He said in a manner of a human with a light speech impediment. Given the looseness of his lips on his very grey muzzle Paul assumed due to his age, it was understandable.

Paul shook his hand, it was quite a bit warmer than a human hand and the pads were quite a bit softer than they appeared. "And good morning to you, neighbour! I'm Paul, I live next door." He said probably slower than he should have. It was a common human failing when meeting someone... different... to speak slower and/or louder than usual, expecting that to be more intelligible.

At first the Canisian raised his eyebrows and cocked his head a bit as if to say, "Oh, boy! Not this again..." He then smiled and nodded his head, "I'm Treh'Bauch.... but humans call me 'Bock' for short."

Paul returned the smile and pronounced his proper name perfectly the first try, which pleased the old fellow very much. He then apologized for his manner and explained that Treh'Bauch was the first alien he had ever met.

To his surprise, the Canisian laughed. "For seventy years I worked as a diplomatic clerk. I have seen all sorts of different peoples reactions. You are a polite man. A very polite man. But if something bothers you, don't be too polite, young man! Tell me and I will work with you to sort out the problem." Paul liked his new neighbour already.

Coming from the cabin was a female voice Paul didn't expect. It was also in a different language and the only word he heard clearly was 'Teeba'.

"We have a visitor, my dear!" Â Treh'Bauch shouted towards his open door.

The face of another Canisian peeked around the door curiously as her ears perked towards the men, then a beaming smile appeared on her face, "Oh, hello! Are you one of our neighbours?" she said with only a slight accent as she stepped out and placed a hand on her chest as the other held a an old fashioned kettle.

Unlike  Treh'Bauch, she didn't look old. Maybe she was his daughter? She was downright pretty, with shining brown eyes starkly contrasted by her long flowing white hair matching her soft looking, white fur like an Arctic fox and meticulously cared for grooming, despite the nature of the day.

Paul nodded an introduced himself. He held out his hand to her, but she just gave a slight bow in greeting. The gesture went well with her manner of dress, which could have been Japanese, except the design being totally unknown to him.

"This is my wife, Amelle." Treh'Bauch said proudly as he held is hand out to her. She came over and took it and then shook Paul's hand. Hers was even softer.

"A pleasure to meet you!" Paul said. "I apologize, I'm not familiar with your customs of greeting."

Treh'Bauch laughed, "The polite young man again, Paul! It is we that should apologize here. On the home world, a greeting of 'May the morning sun warm you and the evening moons bask you' is understood by all. Here, every district on your world has their own, unique greeting and farewell. Forty years I have lived here on your world and I confuse them all the time." He kissed the side of his wife's face and she turned shyly and giggled like a teenager.

"I have made some tea. Would you like some?" She asked her husband. "You are welcome to have some as well if you like it?" She looked inquisitively at Paul, motioning towards the cabin with the kettle.

The three entered the cabin, rested and had some tea. Paul sniffed cautiously at first, but soon realized it was an ordinary, orange pekoe tea and not something his stomach might regret later.

Paul's curiosity finally got the better of him, "What brings you to this remote village in the mountains?"

Treh'Bauch smiled as he sipped his tea. Placing the cup down and nodding, "Retirement!"

"It was I that fell in love with the mountains and the nights aren't so hot up here." Amelle added.

"Most parts of your world is quite warm for Canisians. The temperate and mountainous regions have the land features not unlike out home world and the longer winters make it tolerable for an old man." He took another sip of tea before continuing, "Neither of us want to go to our home world, so we made a deal to retire here."

Paul's curiosity was even more piqued, but he dared ask no more personal questions of his new neighbours. He couldn't help but notice Treh'Bauch smiling sideways at him. "What?" Paul asked as he felt he was doing something wrong.

Treh'Bauch chuckled, "You're as honest as you are polite. Your face betrays your desire to ask a thousand questions of us and..."

"Teeba!" Amelle said to him in a tone that she felt he was being rude as she put her hand on his arm.

Treh'Bauch placed his hand on hers and again chuckled, "Forgive me. After so many years reading people, I do not know when I am doing it. I apologize for being intrusive on your propriety."

Paul smiled as he gulped the last of his tea, "Not at all! It's quite nice to be in the company of those who appreciate open honesty. Yes, I have a thousand questions, however, I will not intrude on your privacy."

---

The weeks passed. The neighbours settled in and took up a love of gardening it appeared. Treh'Bauch had trimmed his yard very ornately with rocks and slate that protruded naturally from the nearby mountains. Amelle tended flowers and plants of all kinds and soon their yard looked like a professional landscaper lived there. Paul's yard got trimmed with a hand trimmer when his landlord yelled at him to do so. Fact was, working nights and rarely seeing his cabin in the daytime, yard work was a very low priority for him. He preferred to spend his free time with computers anyway.

One day he decided to do some trimming before going to bed, without being told to do so in an official notice by the landlord. He decided to clean up his side of the cabin facing his neighbours. He figured they did such a good job keeping their place beautiful, the least he could do was make the side facing their less ugly.

The trimmer was practically silent, except for the cracking and popping sound it made as it literally "exploded" the blades of grass with a puff of steam in a microscopic cut caused by the plasma cutting head. They looked really cool to use in the dark and children loved using them as did parents of children who hated chores.

"Good morning!" Amelle's cheerful voice came from behind him, startling him so that he almost dropped the cutter.

"Oh, good morning!" Paul smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was a hot summer morning, even for their area. "It's going to be a warm one, I think." He turned around to greet his neighbour and was offered a welcome glass of water, which he gulped down in one.

Amelle was dressed for the weather, wearing a short, thin strapped summer dress with low cut top. He was used to seeing her wear fashionable clothing, but not something so casual. Mind you, it had not been so hot until now.

She was a sight to behold in the dress. Her white fur was fluffier above her cleavage and almost didn't look real. The slight protruding of her nipples was quite eye catching and Paul had to force himself to be 'eyes up' with his neighbour.

"So much for retiring to cooler climes." he said with a chuckle as he returned the empty glass to her.

Amelle shrugged with a smile, "It's not near as warm as when we were assigned to the embassy in Perth. I thought I was going to melt!"

"Wasn't Treh'Bauch as hot?" he asked, wiping his forehead again.

She rolled her eyes, "Treh'Bauch had an air conditioned office." She smiled, "I had the beach."

"You like to swim?"

Amelle shook her head, "I hate the water. But it was that or sweat to death giving speeches on refugee life to Terrans."

"Oh, I didn't know you were one of the refugee's?"

Amelle shook her head again, with a smile, "I'm not. My parent's were. I grew up here on Earth."

"Oh..." Paul said surprised. "I thought you were from Canisius."

Amelle sighed, "I've never been there. Treh'Bauch is. We met at a peace gala in Toronto where he was assigned as a clerk. My flatmate at the time insisted I go with her and meet a nice Canisian fellow." She giggled, "I think she was jealous that when she brought home a man, I tended to take their attention away from her."

"Sounds like a great time was had! At least one good thing came from it." Paul said with a wink. He could believe her flatmate's dilemma, Amelle looked just so... you wanted to touch her, hold her, see if she was as soft as she appeared to be. And those sparkling eyes and welcoming smile made her appear so inviting for company.

Amelle giggled, "Almost not! Treh'Bauch was a party poop! He attended because his boss told him to. He sat on the sidelines, grumbling the whole time. He didn't like parties, he didn't like Centaurians (who threw the event) and said he'd rather be standing on the shores of Lake Ontario, being basked by the 'winds of nature', as he put it."

"And you brought him around to having some fun?"

She smiled wryly, "You could say that. He got his walk by the lake that night." She then looked very proud, "Four months later, we had a son."

"That's fantastic!" Paul said enthusiastically. "That's a classic love story if I heard of one. I'm happy for you!"

Amelle squealed like a teenage girl, "I know, isn't it? We had the fairy tale wedding and due to  Treh'Bauch's position, I never had to worry about anything again." Her cheer of a sudden drained from her face and she went quiet.

"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?" Paul asked as she shook her bowed head and turned to go back in the cabin, quickening her step.

Paul, very concerned now, followed after her and went in the opened door. He found her standing over the kitchen sink, crying. "Are you OK? Where's  Treh'Bauch? Should I find him for you?"

She shook her head and said through a tearful face, "It's nothing you need be concerned about."

"If there's anything I can do to help...."

"How very kind of you, but there's nothing you can do, good neighbour." Â Treh'Bauch said entering the house with an old fashioned film camera slung around his neck. He had taken up photography and appreciated the challenge of old, alien technologies. He usually spent his mornings up the mountain, waiting for.... who knows what neither Paul nor Amelle understood.

Paul was startled out of his skin and jumped. Turning around, he gave a slight bow, "Forgive my intrusion."

Treh'Bauch patted Paul on his shoulder and motioned for him to sit at the table. "I was actually around the cabin, trying to catch of all things, a caterpillar in its various morning routines and heard most of your conversation. It is I who ask forgiveness for the intrusion."

Amelle joined them at the table, looking adoringly at her husband. Â Treh'Bauch continued, "I gave up my life, for love. And I don't regret it one bit." He smiled at her, "You should not shed tears on my account, my dear."

"I... don't understand?" Paul said honestly.

Treh'Bauch looked at him and smiled, "When you look at me, what do you see?"

"Ummm... a Canisian?"

Treh'Bauch nodded, a good start. More primitive, what do I remind you of on Earth?"

"Ummm..." Paul looked as if he was trying to answer correctly on a grade school  test, "A wolf?"

Treh'Bauch clapped his hands and pointed to him with a smile, "Exactly!" He looked at his wife who smiled and nodded. She wasn't ashamed that Paul should know. "Do you know of Canisius, our politics and such?"

Paul pondered for a moment, remembering his studies in school, "There was a was with Centaurus and was ended with the death of your leader at the time."

Treh'Bauch nodded in agreement. "Do you know of the caste system on Canisius?"

Paul thought harder for a moment, "Yes... Yes! I remember. It wasn't unlike many middle eastern castes a couple centuries ago on Earth."

Treh'Bauch smiled, " 'Wolf' as humans know them, are the ruling caste. For us to intermarry with other castes is grounds for expulsion from our families, lest they share in our dishonour."

"But that's ridiculous!" Paul shouted indignantly, then covered his mouth.

"I agree. So did my boss." Â Treh'Bauch said. "I could never return home and by the Rules of the Caste, I should have lost my job and pension. He understood what it meant to fall in love... he was also a full blooded 'wolf' caste. He also has a human mistress his wife on Canisius knew nothing about." Â Treh'Bauch sighed, "He hid my marriage to Amelle from the home world, but it was obvious, I could never return home with my Amelle and I would not leave her to do so."

Paul stared in obvious astonishment at the story. The respect he had for this admirable neighbour, giving up everything for love. "It really is the fairy tale love story you two share."

Treh'Bauch nodded, "Indeed! I was one of the lucky ones." Â He shook his head, "One day, I hope all our people see as we do."

Amelle smiled, "Matter of fact, Soachar our son, has taken up a cause... speaking in the cities something about a 'Renaissance' coming for our people."

Treh'Bauch rolled his eyes, "He needs to get a job." He grumbled.

Paul chuckled, "A rebel? Sounds like any other Terran youth to me!"

Treh'Bauch laughed and gave his shoulder a firm squeeze, "You are friend. Dine with us tonight, please. We shall celebrate our first real human friend since we have been together."

---

Paul was having his breakfast. What was 'breakfast' to him was most other people's supper time, as he was getting ready for his work shift. A gentle knock came a his cabin door.

"Amelle, what can I do for you?" He asked surprised to see his neighbour so late. Her and Treh'Bauch were definitely morning people.

She looked at him with a helpless look on her face and handed a data pad to him and gave a sigh.

"Whoa, this thing has totally crashed!" Paul said looking at the gibberish on the screen.

Amelle chuckled, "Actually, it's just 'full'. That's Canisian script."

Paul looked extremely embarrassed, "Oh, sorry." He looked at Amelle and back to the pad, "How can it be... full? These have quintabytes of regular memory?"

Amelle nodded, "And Treh'Bauch hasn't deleted a thing since his youth. He keeps transferring everything over when he upgrades." She rolled her eyes, "He was writing memoirs when it locked-up and he is ranting like a curmudgeon right now."

Paul chuckled, "Well, I have to go to work right now, but I have some extra memory I could probably fudge in here when I get back."

Amelle smiled happily, "Thank you! Now maybe I'll get my husband to calm down with the good news."

Paul's shift was extra long. There had been an event at the school and it took an extra three hours to clean the mess. Having forgot all about the promise he made to his neighbour, he came home, showered and went to bed. Until it hit him just as he was dozing... the data pad!

He came to with a start. Something left unfinished was just not his style, especially when it came to computers. Adding more memory to the device would only take him five or so extra minutes anyway, then he could go back to his comfy bed. Tired and sore, he got up, threw on some shorts and headed to his table.

*knock, knock*

The gentle knock at the door must have been Amelle. He got up from the table he just sat down at a few minutes before and answered it.

"Good morning!" Amelle greeted Paul cheerfully as she had a steaming cup of tea in her hands and offered it to him.

"Thank you!" He said taking the cup and motioning for her to come in. "I worked late, so I just started on the data pad."

They both sat down at the table and she watched with curiosity as he popped the unit open and began inserting and removing various components. He pointed out the slot that held extra memory for upgrades and explained how they could do it themselves easily.

Amelle seemed to have a fascination for the technology in these, as she looked at the opened unit closer and was asking questions as to what the strange shapes were and what they did. Paul soon found himself giving a lesson and while explaining how the display renders the characters, he noticed Amelle was leaning her head on his bare shoulder in a manner he thought overly familiar for another man's wife to be doing so and paused the lesson.

Responding to his pause, she placed her fingernail against the part he was explaining, "Please continue! This is the display matrix processor...." She repeated his last words to her and he was about to continue, but then she ran he hand up along his arm and pressed closer against him.

Her perfume she wore was subtle, yet very enticing. It had an aphrodisiac effect on him and he could feel his pulse quicken, his breathing was faster and was it getting just a little too warm in the cabin? He shook his head and brought himself out of it.

Paul placed the data pad down and made an uncomfortable coughing sound, "Amelle... ummm... don't you think this is a little unusual?"

She tilted her head upward and looked up at him with her eyes a few centimetres away from his, "How... so?" She asked softly, very innocently.

Paul was thinking how to explain it without being unkind and hurting her feelings, "You're a married woman." He simply said, hoping she would catch his insinuation regarding her closeness to him.

"Yes, I am." She said matter-of-factly. She cocked her head, "Is something wrong?"

Reading her expression, she was genuinely confused as to what he was getting on about. He could see the real problem maybe her old flatmate had with boyfriends being taken by this lady, beyond her attractiveness.

Nevertheless, he liked and respected Treh'Bauch. Not to mention his first sight of him was lifting a heavy bench onto his shoulder that two burly movers could barely lift off the ground.

"Amelle?" The sound of Treh'Bauch's voice from the side of the cabin theirs was on came through the open window. Paul's heart stopped. Amelle on the other hand gave his arm a squeeze and she pressed the top of her face against his in a nuzzle. She got up and smiled casually, "I have to go. Can you drop that off for us when you're done?"

Paul was stunned at her casual demeanour. He came back to his senses and quickly popped the cover back on the data pad and handed it to her, "Ummm, here, it's done."

She took it from him and smiled sweetly at him, "Thank you." and left the cabin, went around the corner and spoke to Treh'Bauch as if nothing ever happened.

Sleep came eventually for Paul, who was confused, upset, yet exhilarated and not a little turned-on by the experience. "There could be consequences!" he said to himself, thinking of a wrecked friendship and marriage if he and Amelle had an affair. He did have to live beside these people. "But, there are rewards!" He also said with a smile as he pondered that soft looking body pressed against his. His mind told him one thing, his hormones another.

"Nahhh!" he spoke to himself again (all night workers do it) in a dismissive tone, "I misunderstood. Treh'Bauch said it himself, we're friends now. Maybe she's just the 'touchy-feely' type " On that comforting thought, he rolled over and fell asleep.

---

It was a few days since he saw Amelle. Treh'Bauch did come over for morning coffee on Paul's evening off to thank him for upgrading his data pad and spoke of the memoirs he was writing. He was enthusiastic about 'leaving something of merit' behind. He mentioned that Amelle felt too young for retirement and was volunteering at the local grade school as an art class coordinator.

"Your wife is really good at making things lovely. Your yard is such a good example!" Paul mentioned to Treh'Bauch's enthusiastic agreement.

"She does make things beautiful." Finishing his coffee, "Which reminds me, I am going to be gone a few days taking photographs of the lovely mountain wilderness for one of her art classes. Too many of these children are so enthralled by technology and dreams of other worlds that they have lost sight of their own world. Maybe we can change that?"

Parting company with pleasantries, Paul walked with Treh'Bauch to his cabin and bid him a safe journey into the mountains. Before returning to his cabin, an ancient automobile with rubber wheels pulled up along the pavement. Amelle got out of the shiny red vehicle and shouldered a bag as a young man behind the wheel shouted after her, "Have a good afternoon Mrs. Foxx!" and pulled away, leaving behind a horrible smell of chemical combustion.

Paul looked at the vehicle with curiosity, then to Amelle who was waving with a smile. He waved back, "Mrs Foxx?"

She walked up to him with a shrug, "The children weren't comfortable calling me Amelle. They called all their teachers by a title and their last names. Treh'Bauch doesn't use his last name to protect his family back home, so they all call me 'Mrs. Foxx'. Even the history teacher you saw dropping me off." She giggled, "It's amusing!"

Paul smiled, "Well, I think it suits you." Amelle cocked her head not comprehending the connotation he implied. "You're back in time too. I think Treh'Bauch is about to leave for an adventure in the morning."

She nodded, "This evening actually. He wants to catch the sunrise from the mountains themselves."

Paul seemed surprised that the old man would be leaving near darkness for such a trek, but he seemed quite capable of taking care of himself, age not withstanding. Paul turned to go back into his cabin as Amelle called after him, "Oh, Paul?" He stopped and turned. Amelle pulled a large book sized object out of her bag. "The history teacher gave me this and said it was a computer from a few centuries ago. Can I bring it over later so you can look at it? He said it needs a bit of work."

Paul smiled, "Sure! I have a few boxes of parts collecting dust that will probably help it live a little longer." He went inside and immediately thought of the last time she was over. Again he said aloud to himself, "Nahhh, I misunderstood."

After dinner, Paul began writing another script. It was getting late and though he had be up all day for his day off, his body was used to the night and despite the tired yawn he gave, his body saying it was time to go to bed, his mind was actually waking up.

*knock, knock*

The sound of the knock caused him to jump. He'd forgot about Amelle coming over with the old style of computer given to her my the history teacher at the grade school.

He answered the door to find Amelle dressed in her colourful robe holding not the computer, but a plate with a domed cover. "Good evening!" She said with a smile and offering the plate.

Paul took it and found it quite warm. "C'mon in." He offered as he put the plate on the counter. He lifted the domed lid to find a roasted chicken with herbs.

Amelle sat at his table, placing the book-like computer on it. "I didn't know if you had dinner, so I brought you something."

The smell was mouthwatering and Paul couldn't resist taking a piece and trying it, despite he already having dinner. His eyes rolled as he leaned back against the counter, "This is absolutely delicious!"

Amelle looked as if she couldn't have been paid a greater compliment and thanked him.

Munching on the bird's leg like a caveman, Paul sat down, "So, what antique treasure have you got here?" He wiped his hand on his shirt and slid the computer in front of him. Opening the case, he saw a cracked screen of what appeared to be what they balled a 'notebook' computer before NanoWave technology was invented. "Wow! This is a real find!" He said genuinely surprised. "I bet this draws more power than a hundred data pads to just boot up!"

 He went and got his 'dusty box' of old technology. Rifling through it, he couldn't find anything that resembled the cracked screen of the notebook. Amelle was fascinated by the parts and pieces of 'peripheral cards' as they used to call them.

"There's good news and bad news here." He announced. "The bad news is I don't have an exact part. So the repair won't be true to its history." She looked saddened by this. "But the good news is I can fit to size an organic display matrix. It'll still look the same and show true its vintage resolution... or lack thereof, it'll just be a couple hundred years newer."

"Wonderful!" Amelle cheered as she clapped her hands excitedly.

The procedure took about an hour, which Amelle followed every step. Her face was as close as she could get it without being in Paul's way. He also noticed she slid her chair closer to his, three times.

Finally finishing, Paul clicked in a modern power supply to the unit, pressed the power button and the screen lit up its welcome. Amelle let out another excited cheer, leaned over and gave him a hug.

As they pulled apart, she kept her hands on his arms, stroking them. "You have been so terribly kind to us. You are a good friend." she said gratefully, but with an expression of more than appreciation. Her eyes were sultry, soft, inviting.

Paul took her hands in his and his question was answered if her fur was as soft as it appeared... it was. "Amelle, I don't know what you may consider accept..." Before he could finish, she leaned forward and gently placed her lips on his and kissed him.

Paul pulled back, more than a little shocked. Working his shift, he didn't have any real time to meet anyone for an intimate personal relationship. He took what he got, when he got it, usually running into old lady friends from school on his days off. But this was different. This was his married neighbour and her husband called him 'friend'. The consequences filled his head, yet this lady was so unique, special and very attractive.

He didn't know weather it was that perfume she was wearing, or her, or he had been just too long without intimacy, it was he this time that took her in embrace and locked his lips on hers until their tongues entwined and they lost themselves to the moment.

The chairs were most awkward for this kind of thing and Amelle stood before him, "Tell me you have some place more comfortable?" She was inflamed with passion and her words were laboured through her breath as she rubbed his face and stroked his hair while pressing her body against his.

Paul stood up most uncomfortable as his restrictive jeans caused no small amount of pain. Amelle opened her robe exposing her soft body with light pink skin peering through her thinner fur at her nipples and below her navel. Paul admired the splendour in front of him, opening her robe more fully and admiring his first look at a female Canisian form.

Amelle had her head bowed with eyes looking up at him and a smile that was a mixture of shy and exotic at the same time. She removed her robe at her shoulders and it fall to the floor. She pressed her body against his again and whispered, "Take me" into his ear. Gently taking her hand, led her to his bedroom.

They stood at the side of his bed as he removed his shirt. Amelle ran her hands down his bare chest and was removing his pants as he was running his hands through her soft, white fur and long hair.

They both stood naked before each other. He pulled her to him, the sensual feel of her softness against him was beyond erotic, beyond anything he had experienced until now. She was nibbling at his shoulder gently with her teeth, being careful not to snag his skin (as he felt during their kiss, her teeth were quite sharp!) and he ran his hand in a stroking motion on her head, gently feeling her super soft ears that made her moan whenever he touched them.

"You don't have to be gentle with me." She whispered as she rubbed the side of her muzzle against his cheek. Paul ran his fingertips firmly but slowly down her back, watching the expression of bliss on her face until he came to her soft, rounded rear and gripped firmly. Her eyes closed as she leaned back her head, giving a moan of pleasure. Paul gently sank his teeth into the side of her neck and let out a playful growl.

That was the moment for her as she melted in his arms and began to fall backward on the bed. He gently lay her down on it and she pulled him on top of her. Their faces together closely, looking into each others eyes. He felt her wrapping her legs behind his back. They too were incredibly soft and it was like being 'wrapped in a cloud' he thought.

He moved his pelvis, prodding the very damp vixen and quickly found the spot that caused her to give a slight gasp as she arched her back. Her body quivered as he inserted into her and inched his way deeper, feeling the warm smoothness inside her.

He reached his full depth inside of her and suddenly felt a quick squeeze as Amelle thrust her head back against the bed  let out several quick pants and thrust her hips a few times. "Did I hurt you?" Paul asked concerned.

Amelle looked at him with wide eyes of both pleasure and hunger and placed her hand behind his head and pulled at his hair, "Hell, no!" She growled happily. "I had forgot what the shape of a human penis could do to my body!" She held him tightly and giggled.

"Well..." Paul said mischievously, "Let's do that again!" He repeated his insertion two more times, eliciting stronger responses from Amelle each time before settling in.

His initial thrusts were slow, but powerful, lifting her hips off his bed each time. Amelle's head lay back on the bed, her eyes rolling with each thrust, followed by a low grunt of pleasure. Her legs crept higher and higher up Paul's back until they were level with his shoulders.

He propped himself up on his hands and increased his rhythm. Her panting increased along with his speed. She was running her hands up and down his arms as he watched her breasts dance up and down her chest in hypnotic motion.

Almost without warning, Paul felt himself swell and let out a moan of his own as he jetted his streams inside his Canisian lover with a force that made him shudder. Amelle dug her nails into Paul's arms and let out a scream as her body quivered in intense orgasm. Her nails slowly relaxed (to Paul's relief) as their climaxes waned together and they both sank back down onto his bed, exhausted with utter satisfaction in each other's arms.

 The sun came through a crack in Paul's towel-curtains and the birds were chirping happily. He came to conciousness yet with his eyes closed and felt a warm softness on his chest as he lay on his back. Momentarily forgetting the night before, he was brought back to reality as the softness moved. He opened his eyes.

"Good morning, lover." The sleepy vixen greeted him with a warm smile and sleepy eyes.

He ran his hand across her ears and down her scruffy, yet still incredibly soft morning hair and smiled. He felt her tongue run gently across his lips and finished with a gentle kiss. "I'll make us some tea and breakfast." She swung off the blankets, got up, draped on her robe and with a smile at him, went out and down the hall.

Paul lay there now thinking again of the consequences, "Treh'Bauch is going to shred me, literally!" he worried and placed his hand on his forehead.

He put on his shorts, went into the washroom and washed his face and ran a wet comb through his hair. He reached for his breath freshener to find it already on the counter. "Amelle must have found it." He thought to himself.

He went into the kitchen to find Amelle plating some breakfast. "I'm sorry, all I could find in your sprige were instant breakfasts. I hope it's OK?"

Paul wrapped his arms around her waist from behind as she leaned into him and looked up at him smiling as she covered his arms with her hands. "Thank you." She whispered.

He kissed the top of her snout and asked, "For?"

Giggling she turned around and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, "For making love to me."

"About that..." Paul began, "What if Treh'Bauch were to come home?"

Her head went back and she looked at him almost angry, as if he had broken some cardinal rule. After a moment, her eyes softened and she smiled and shook her head, "Oh my... you don't understand, do you?" She stepped back, patted his chest, "You go sit down. Tea is steeping and I'll bring your breakfast."

They sat at the table and began to eat. To Paul, this was a normal breakfast. Amelle choked on the first mouthful, but managed to at least eat half the 'eggs' (or what appeared to be eggs) and most of the 'mystery meat'. The hash browns she didn't even bother trying.

After serving some tea (two cups she gulped right away, Paul presumed to wash the "instant' part of the breakfast off her palette), she sat down again. "So, what is it I don't understand?" He asked cautiously.

"Canisians are traditionally polygamous by human standards." She said without hesitation as if that explained everything.

Paul looked at her and opened his arms as if to say, "And....?"

Amelle was sipping her tea when she caught the hint and nodded with the cup still at her lips. "We enter into a monogamous marriage when we first marry and many times it remains that way throughout life. But sometimes it's required for the male to take a mistress or two, same with the female."

"But you're such a happy couple?" Paul asked confused.

"We are indeed!" Amelle responded proudly. "But...." She paused and looked uncomfortable as if she was breaking some sacred rule herself. She leaned over and whispered, "I am half his age. My sexual desires are still at their peak and Teeba has... other interests now."

Paul thought a moment, "If this is on the level as you say with your culture, why did you look so angry at me earlier and why are you whispering now?"

Amelle sat back in her chair and spoke in her normal voice, "It is part of the sacredness of marriage, that when the lovers are together, the marriage mate is never spoken of at all. As you will not be spoken of in a sexual way when I am with Teeba. To speak of him now as you did, was to greatly disrespect me, personally."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Paul said sincerely. "I'm getting this now, so the two 'night lives' as it were, are completely separate." Paul said with realization.

"Exactly!" Amelle said with a smile. "As a human, you must also understand that flirting is not permitted in any way between us as it is in your culture. We must continue our lives outside our bedroom as it was if it never happened."

"Got'cha!" Paul said and made a 'zipper' motion across his lips. "To be discussed with no one." He enjoyed the warmth of the tea as it went down to the last sip. "But I've another question.... you were raised on Earth?"

Amelle smiled, "When I married Teeba, because of his position, I accepted a full Canisian lifestyle and customs. Some I don't like and others, like this one..." She smiled warmly at him and placed her hand on his, "... I have absolutely no regrets."

The remaining days Treh'Bauch was gone and now having no worries and more of an understanding of his neighbours and their heritage, Paul treated the beautiful white vixen to his full knowledge of lovemaking treats. Though to him it wasn't much, it was an adventure for Amelle who was obviously lonely, hungry in a way that despite her and Treh'Bauch's intense love for one another, couldn't be fulfilled. It made him feel special in a way.

The following Sunday, Treh'Bauch was having morning coffee again at Paul's cabin. "Fishing!" He said.

"S'cuse me?" Paul inquired.

"Fishing." Treh'Bauch said again. "I read it's what a lot of retired humans do. Teach me."

That afternoon, Paul and Treh'Bauch setup on a remote shore of Lightning Lake in the park. Tough the coming fall air was cooler, the shade was most welcome to Treh'Bauch.

As the sun lit the deep, but clear water through the trees, they cast their lines out and relaxed along the shore.

"So tell me Paul..." Treh'Bauch asked casually, "...is my wife happy?"

Paul went cold. "Ummm, I think so." He thought of the 'rules' Amelle spoke to him and it seemed that questions like that weren't allowed.

Treh'Bauch chuckled, "That's good. I'm very happy as well then."

"Why would you ask that of me anyway?" Paul asked, playing innocent.

"Good, good, she explained the 'rules' to you then. My only concern was that you were human."

"Your concern?" Paul said astonished.

Treh'Bauch nodded, "I shouldn't be saying this, but..." He gave Paul a gentle nudge with his elbow, "I was the one that suggested that you would be a fine companion for her."

Paul burst out laughing in amazement as Treh'Bauch chuckled along.

They caught no fish, but had a wonderful afternoon together among the trees and mountains on the lake shore. That was the first of many afternoons spent with the kindly old Canisian.

Paul felt even a part of the family as Amelle's frequent visits and even occasional complete weekends with him continued for many years.