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In memory of Trevor Bannister (1934-2011), without whom this story probably would not be here. Thanks for sexy knickers. - G

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"Now isn't this just great for some young cub who wants to be the next Selane?" Crystal cheered and turned the book titled "Play Better Hockey" on her hands to look at the back cover.

That exposed the front perfectly for me, so that I was left staring at the athletic picture of a fully equipped canine fur preparing to strike the perfect hit on the hockey puck.

It was a bit hard to keep a straight face once I "noticed" the book and gave an appropriate ear flick in appraisal.

"Yeah, maybe you could put it on top of the shelf," I pointed a paw at an empty holder that held a book about space rockets until I sold it yesterday to some raccoon kid who wanted to be a real astronaut. "With that neat cover and all, should make a showpiece."

Crystal turned the book around again and peered on the cover for a moment before she made her decision and promptly placed the book onto the empty holder and adjusted it so that anyone passing would catch a sight of the sporty doggie doing his thing with the big stick.

I wondered whether Victor ever read a book like that to catch a few tips into his play.

I sure knew that he also had a big stick.

I also wondered why I even thought about the Dobie in the first place. Was it so long since I had done anything with another fur that my mind was clinging into even that stray contact, those few hours in his bed, having sex, sleeping together, drinking coffee. It probably meant very little to him, and it should mean as little to me, too. It was just sex, after all, no string attached, good sex, but that was it. No wows and no hard feelings, just...flesh that for a little while bounced against other flesh in sweet carnal agony of the catharsis of the urge, the vice...

Damn, I wish I had written stuff this good when I had my poetry appreciation courses back in college.

I shook myself out of memories of erotically charged Dobermans and modern verse and decided to try small talk again.

"You having lots of weekend plans, Crystal?" I cheered myself up and hoped that I hadn't just stepped into a landmine by asking.

"Just the usual I guess," her blonde mane swished from side to side as she moved a few books about fly-fishing into their place on the shelf. "Pretend that I don't have to study for my phonetics exam, and then just hang out."

"That's a great plan," I agreed with a chuckle. "Instead of a sibilant mood you can be...jubilant!"

"Oh ha ha!" the mare nickered, though it was a genuine amusement, I think.

I gave myself a mental high-five for catching the perfect joke and thought that maybe I should try stand-up one day.

Or maybe not.

Crystal had calmed down by now and was again hard at work.

"Maybe I'll get a pizza and ask out a friend or two to share it, and a little bit of wine and a chick flick, maybe," she suggested, muzzle almost buried inside a box.

"How'bout You've Got Mail?" I chuckled, replacing "Ms. Tarantula's Knitting Patterns for Busy Crafters" to its rightful place next to "Make Your Own Pottery with Ease".

"Ahhh, no!" Crystal neighed.

"Why?! It's a classic! And it's much more fun than Sleepless in Seattle," I postulated with a suitably dramatic expression on my muzzle.

Crystal didn't look too happy with the idea.

"It'd be like...I don't know...too much like work...at home!"

"I thought all girls love Tom Hanks," I gave her playful pouty cat eyes.

"Do I look like Meg Ryan?" Crystal chuckled.

"Maybe after her plastic surgery," I smirked and flicked an ear.

"You'll get a hoofmark to your ASS if you keep that up, Rory!" she stomped the carpeted floor with her black-polished hoof.

Even Mason tugged off one of his earplugs again and gave the two of us a curious look, a tall ear flicking.

"Sorry," I decided to be a good cat for now.

"What're you planning to do this weekend, Mason?" Crystal decided to harass the frat wolf instead. "Par-tay-ay?"

The wolf scratched the side of his muzzle.

"Not without my pay check which I won't get until next week, so..." his ears told me all I needed to know about his mood.

"Maybe your friends could come over again with herring and Absolut...," I smirked.

"Hell, no, it took me whole day to get the taste off my muzzle after...uhh...after," his ears flattened even further.

"So, have cheap fun," Crystal's head appeared again, towering over the colouring book shelf with most of her bulk. "Cook some nice food, buy some soda and chips and invite friends over and you can watch a movie from the television or listen to music or..."

"Yeah, it's possible to have fun without booze, too, Mason," I added up with a broad smile.

"You two sound like an after school special that warns kids about the dangers of drugs and premarital sex," the wolf snuffled.

Crystal neighed and nickered at the idea and I chuckled, too, gruffly as I always did.

"Well someone's gotta make sure that you keep yourself safe, Mason, now that you're all grown up and responsible for yourself," I teased.

"Yeah, by the sounds of that you were planning to have some premarital sex, too!" Crystal only made things worse.

"Eww, dudes!"

"The latest I heard was that blowjobs cause muzzle cancer, so always play safe, you," I winked.

"HIS AND HERS shelf's for that kind of books if you need some extra info, wuff," Crystal added as an endnote.

"For fuck's sake...," the wolf muttered under his breath and disappeared towards the stairs to the beloved downstairs section.

Crystal looked down to me and smiled.

"Think we overdid it?" the mare grinned.

My tail made a happy number "9" behind me and then smacked against the side of the shelf.

"Nahhh, he just needs an extra cup of coffee," I suggested. "You know how grumpy guys can be in the morning."

Victor wasn't, even if we only slept for four hours.

"Don't let me get started on sorority girls then, "Crystal snorted.

"Biatches, like Marge would say, I'm sure," I chuckled.

"You guys got it easy," Crystal ran fingers through her well-kept mane. "Don't have to wait for some zebra using a different conditioner to EACH of her different-coloured stripes in turn."

My ears made beautiful flicks at the sight of her huffing demeanour.

"Another great part of being a member of an all-equines sorority house, Crystal?"

"They should rename it The Hormonal Hoofed Bitches, yeah," she shook her head, "the things you have to do for popularity's sake..."

"Surely you've got great fun, too!" I enthused her with my best boyish smile and ear flicks.

"Have you ever been woken up at four am in the morning by a drunken sorority girl wanting to borrow a mane curling iron?"

"I can't say I have," I answered with my utmost honesty.

A touchy-feely gay cougar with a bouncy hard-on and tequila-smelling breath at three am was another thing, but I didn't want to set a bad example for the kids.

"Well they're up to eleven at that state," Crystal shook her head again. "Especially when they have their special time of the month...that's when the crying starts."

I swallowed in horror.

"Ugh, better get this stuff out of the way before we open the doors," the mare snuffled and gestured at the array of empty boxes surrounding us.

"Sure, let me give you a paw, let's go," I replied with a smile.

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As expected, things did not start out too hectic for the wonderful world of book retail as we opened up the doors and put the "OPEN" sign up and then simply...waited. It's not like a queue always formed up behind the shop door consisting of rabidly bibliophilic furs just itching to get their paws on some new juicy tomes.

Even Mason had come out of sulking in the back room and joined us behind the main counter despite the fact that Crystal and I were manning the cash registers. He seemed to be content to simply lean against the giant Stieg Larsson poster on the wall behind us. At least he didn't have his MP3 player plugged in.

"Good morning ma'am!" Crystal piped up to a middle-aged wolf who had just entered wearing giant fluffy earmuffs and carrying a takeaway cup of coffee in one huge paw.

"Good morning!" the stout wolf replied surprisingly cheerfully despite her scary resemblance to the soul-scarring vixens from yesterday. "How's it going in here?"

Her tail wagged and threw flecks of snow all along the bright red carpet while she came to stand next to our sales counter, smiling broadly.

"Everything is going just fine, ma'am," Crystal gave the wolf her new dentistry-enhanced smile.

"We've got many new offers in stock, ma'am, especially detailed on this Albrecht Brothers Winter Sale Special brochure!" I was already going in for the kill with my slip of glossy paper and my broad cat smile.

Bright eyes turned from Crystal to me and the mysterious paper, and her smile broadened.

"Why, isn't that nice!" the wolf declared before she snatched the brochure from me. "I'll give this a look and see what I can find!"

"We're more than happy to help you with all your shopping needs should you wish, ma'am!" Crystal didn't want to be left out of the good sale.

"Ohh, thank you!" the wolf lady beamed before she was already wobbling towards the deeper reaches of the shop.

I heard Mason snuffle behind me and cocked an eye to him.

"You forgot to advertise the downstairs to her," the wolf snorted.

"Whut?" I hissed.

"She might want to look at downstairs for special finds," Mason continued.

Crystal smirked.

"Looking to do a new super sale, Mason?" the mare nickered.

"Hell yeah!" the frat wolf bared his teeth for the maximum badass lupine effect.

"Cub's got the right attitude for sure," I smirked from my own corner of the verbal battlefield and let my tail do as much talking as my lips and ears were by letting the said golden menace flick about annoyingly.

"Are you after Marge's job?" Crystal demanded from the unsuspecting wolf.

Mason shrugged.

"I gotta keep the money coming in somehow until I will be sent to work to an US embassy in Norway or Sweden or Denmark as an expert on cultural relations, language and commerce," the wolf smiled smugly.

Crystal nickered again and gave him a comically exaggerated blink.

"Big words, big boy," she chuckled, "don't wanna slave yourself behind a cash register like us?"

I tapped her knee with my tail and coughed briefly.

"Hey, you don't want him to become like ME, do you, Crystal?" I suggested with a broad smirk and a lot of ear flicking.

"Who does?" she shrugged.

Even Mason chuckled.

"So that's why you're taking that marketing class, too, to go with your studies," he suggested, "so that you won't get stuck into doing book retail when you could actually be doing retail on whole book businesses, right?"

A beautifully dreamy look crossed over the mare's eyes as she envisioned herself as an empress of a retail empire.

"Crystal's Metropolitan Books, flagship stores all across the country!" she boasted, tail flicking against the countertop. "New York, Chicago, Boston, New Orleans, Seattle, San Francisco..."

"And a big online store at www.crystalmeth. fur, eh?" Mason retaliated.

The poor horse girl snorted and neighed at the frat wolf's humour and showed him her broad tongue.

"You guys make me want to stop this job and start up my own online business form my sorority room, seriously!" she chuckled good-naturedly. "At least I wouldn't have to deal with nasty CO-WORKERS as well as nasty customers."

"That wouldn't be too bad I guess," I piped up, perky ears and all now that my chance had come, "I mean, Bill Gates started in his garage, so you're being even lower than he was then..."

"There's a copy of Atlas Shrugged at Awesome Utopias section downstairs if you need extra inspiration," Mason flicked an expert ear.

Crystal folded her long, thin arms across her bosom and smirked.

"Ha!" she smirked. "I've taken Professor Hendricksen's class on modern literature, but you'll only have it next year! I know a lot more than you do. I don't really cut out as a Dagny type I'm afraid."

Mason flicked an ear.

"I also happen to have a PlayStation and I've played Bioshock through 5 times," he replied. "I'm a pro in Objectivism."

"You're a pro in geekness, nothing more" Crystal turned back to face her cash register just as a Collie customer entered the danger zone of over-eager retail assistants standing bickering behind the glass counter.

"Hear, hear!" I smirked at both of the "cubs" and tried to look professional for once and gave the Collie a curious, welcoming smile.

Crystal was faster than I was, though. She had already bubbled out a hello and handed over a Winter Sales Special leaflet and told the Collie fellah where to find books about building cuckoo clocks.

I kinda felt like a cuckoo clock some days.

Hello!-Hello!-Hello!-Hello!-Hello!

Yeah, right.

Cash-or-credit?-Cash-or-credit?-Cash-or-credit?

My clawtips thrummed against the smooth glass surface of the counter and my tail played on its own behind me, feeling as bored as I was at the moment.

Winter-Sale!-Winter-Sale!-Winter-Sale!-Winter-Sale!

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Friday!-Friday!-Friday!-Friday!-Friday!

"...and then he said..."Willy, if you don't give that back, I'm gonna shove this Crocs shoe down your throat!"

Crystal and Mason erupted in laughter while Marge herself was doubled over herself, laughing her tawny ass off to the story she had just finished telling herself.

I gave a polite chuckle, not really sure what the hell was going on in the coffee corner.

"Your boyfriend's insane," Crystal wiped her eyes while Mason gave curious eyes over the edge of the National Geographic magazine he was reading to separate himself from the mysterious girl talk going on between Crystal and Marge.

I sat there with my coffee and tried to look interested and also tried not to think about hot Dobermans wearing sweaty hockey pads that they just wanted me to undress from their bulging, sinewy frames before a thorough bathing by my raspy tongue.

Thanks heavens it was Friday.

"I know, and so was Willy!" Marge giggled as girlishly as she knew.

"Just why was he wearing Crocs anyway?" the mare questioned.

Marge just winked.

"Did I say that he was wearing anything else?"

Both of the girls exploded into another round of insane giggles and I hoped that I had a magazine of my own to hide my muzzle behind. I gave a quick look for the coffee table but could only see the stack of A4's that was Marge's NaNoWriMo and a book catalogue for some publishing house, and yesterday's newspaper. Damn!

Mason had put on his MP3 plugs again, so I could not even start doing distracting small talk with him. He also seemed to be pretty much engrossed in his magazine.

Ugh, I didn't like the sudden feeling of loneliness that jabbed me in the ribs while I sat there on the old couch next to the chuffing cougar and the mare, clutching onto a cup of bad instant coffee and hoping that it would be 4 pm already.

It made me wonder whether Victor the Dobie would be sweating in some office too, just itching to get out and have fun. I wondered whether he might have arranged for some hockey with his friends from work, and tried to think what day of the week was the one best suitable for a fast tempo game of office fur hockey. That brought back the ideas of jockstraps and locker rooms with big Dobies standing under the stream of water and lathering themselves with soap that made suds cling everywhere.

My sheath approved of my boredom - fuelled thoughts and gave a positively strong throb within its dual confines of my pants and my boxers, and I had to tip a knee to make sure that I would not be caught by the prying eyes of my co-workers. The last thing I wanted to do was to get aroused, anyway, because the musk of a hard and dripping lion would be very hard to miss, especially by Marge whom, as a fellow feline, would be more than certain to catch it with her sensitive nose.

"Goggy's gonna take me out for a dinner tomorrow," Marge winked at Crystal now.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" the mare nickered and flicked one of her finely shaped ears in curiosity.

"Well, I think he's going to take me to Lefties, but since he's staff, we get a great discount."

"Now that's convenient!" Crystal enthused.

"The food's not half bad there, you should visit sometime," the cougar suggested.

"Yeah, I've been meaning to come for a while but haven't been able to make the time yet," the mare lamented.

Marge's whiskers wobbled as he tilted her head up quickly.

"Hey, why not to join me and Goggy tomorrow?" the cougar smiled.

"You sure you want a sorority girl barging in to your romantic outing?"

Marge shook her head.

"There'll probably be some of Goggy's friends over, too, they always hang out at Lefties, so I bet that they're going to swarm our table and want to hang out with their pal Goggy and his girlfriend," she didn't sound perfectly happy with the arrangement.

"Ohhh..."

"So, why can't I take someone with me, too!" Marge enthused.

"Well, yeah, I don't think that'd be bad idea at all."

"See!" Marge beamed. "And you can bring anyone you like, of course."

The mare ran fingers through her mane as she wondered.

"Well...I could try to get a few friends around and make it into a proper happening," Crystal grinned. "If I can get those bitches to part with their idiot boyfriends long enough to have a proper girl's night out. Well, I think Hannah at least could come."

I think she was talking about her roomie, but I wasn't too sure. She always mentioned half a dozen new names I couldn't recall.

"Aww, why not go out and double-date?" Marge mused.

"Yeah, double-date, how?" Crystal tipped her head down, "You, Goggy, me, Hannah, Ismail...see something missing?"

Marge's ears flattened a little as she processed the information.

"Ohh, sorry, Crystal, didn't mean to..."

The mare flicked her blonde mane to one side and sent a whiff of apricot scent to my nose. I had to admit that it was a pretty fabulous scent.

"Meh, it's not a secret that I'm as free and happy as a wild horse," the mare snorted. "It's fine."

Marge rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

"You could always ask out a friend to come with you."

"A fake date?" Crystal chuckled. "How's that supposed to work?"

Marge smirked toothily.

"Well...you could always ask Mason here...," she flicked her heavy tail towards the wolf, "Or maybe..."

I felt two pairs of all too bright and curious eyes turn to look at the all wrong direction.

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