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Welcome to the latest chapter! The story is on the roll, and to commemorate my BOBB anniversary, I'm throwing a challenge to you.

If this chapter gets a pleasant amount of comments, there will be a Wednesday chapter, so remember when you think whether to say that "Woo, good chapter" or not. : )

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In any case, a normal Friday chapter will follow, should the popularity not warrant an earlier outing. That's up to you, though, I'm just writing and enjoying myself, but I'm curious to see what some peer pressure can do. *chuckle*

Thank you everyone for being so supportive, it really gives me a great deal of positive thoughts, and I thank you for that. *smiles*

And now, to celebrate my one year of heavy-duty furry writing, here's another furry story!

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Monday morning began in a way that had already become a tradition for us. We were woken up by Peter's drug alarm, blaring off on the nightstand and it was a prompt that could not be ignored, and it did not come with a snooze function. Peter turned the alarm off while I yawned, got out of the big double bed we shared ,and shuffled to the kitchen to fetch Peter's pills and some water to him. I was still yawning and bleary-eyed when I returned to the bedroom, offering my meager sacrifice for the mildly smiling cougar.

"Thanks, Rowreeh," Peter told me after he downed the self-made cocktail and handed me the glass, with a smile.

"No problem," I smiled, softly, my tail giving an appropriate flick. "What do you want for breakfast?"

Peter yawned and scratched his almost perpetually itchy arms each in turn, while he seemed to be running through the choices in his head.

"Well..." Peter mused, "you'lll be having coffee anyway, so that's a must, and maybe you could defrost some muffins from the freezer, for both of us? Some fruit would be nice too, I think."

I chuckled and batted him with my tail.

"As you wish, milord," I chuckled, almost too cheerfully for the fact that it was only 6:30 in the morning, and I would be working today.

Peter wished me away with a snicker, and I took the necessary steps needed to bring me to the neat, immaculately clean kitchen, where I could start working on the preparation of the requested breakfast menu. I started by first putting on the coffee and then going through Peter's freezer to find out the aforementioned treats.

Monday...

It had been a very strange weekend, to put it lightly. There was a lot of raw emotion, some tears from both of us, some laughter, some memories, a few confessions, a moderate amount of moderate mutual masturbation, and generally, being quite abnormal and out of my usual routine for sure. At least Peter's ankle was getting better by the day, and he had even told me last night that he could go to the bathroom without help, and despite my worries, he did just fine, and told me that he would be surviving on his own come Monday. I knew that I would have to get back to the real life as well, and push myself out of the strange miniature world that existed between these spotlessly clean walls.

The coffeemaker started to hiss on its own, as my frosty paws located the plastic-wrapped muffins. They were fat and chocolate-flavored, and looked nice, I had to admit to my smiling pleasure, as I took out a plate from one of the cabinets and put the treats on it before I shoved the whole thing into the microwave.

Peter appeared after only a few moments, clad in a blue bathrobe, and walking with his crutches, carefully, so that his tail gave a few tense, careful sways as he went along, helping to balance himself.

"It sure smells nice," Peter snuffled as he hobbled about and settled himself down on his side of the table before I had the time to reach him to help him.

"Oh?" my ears perked.

"The coffee smells great."

I sniffed the air for the best effect and smiled.

"It really does," my tail made a happy number eight.

"Yeah," Peter drawled.

My ears flopped down a little.

"How long has it been since you quit?"

Peter rubbed his chin as he thought about the question.

"Ever since the kidneys went bust."

"Oh...right," I nodded, understandably. "Which juice do you want?"

"Any of the Extra Tropic left?"

I wandered over to the fridge and pulled it open, peering across the shelves to see what there was in store. It looked like Peter would have to go shopping soon...but then again, he did get his groceries delivered behind his door by some esoteric means, so maybe it was more like a matter of simply ordering a refill.

I picked up the plastic jug and spied the bobbing juice level inside it.

"Sure, there's some."

"Woo."

I snuffled and brought the jug and a glass over to the table, soon to be followed by the fruit I had already had the time to wash by the sink and arrange onto a plastic bowl, from which Peter could have anything he wanted. The banana I had reserved for myself was still on the kitchen counter, because I knew better than to try to share any kitchen utensils with Peter.

"Thank you," Peter smiled to me again as I served the initial portion of the breakfast, although I was still lingering about, waiting for the coffee and the muffins.

"No problem," I chuckled. "For once I'm having something proper, too, you know."

"Oh?" Peter gave me a quizzical look.

I rubbed the back of my neck and looked a little bit sheepish, for Peter's benefit.

"I usually only manage a cup of coffee and maybe a sandwich, I'm all too lazy with breakfast, " I explained with a little smile. "Always sleep too late and have to hurry."

Peter snickered.

"Some things never change now do they?" the cougar accused me without ire.

"Yeah," I rumbled, smiling to myself even while I had my back to him, as I picked out the coffee mug and a spoon and poured my coffee and made my way back to the table, before a quick return trip to fetch the muffins for both of us.

"But this I'm definitely not skipping," Peter grinned, picking his own treat from the plate and putting it down on the plate I had set for him.

I smiled and finally put my Rory-butt down on the chair and rested my elbows on the tabletop and let my tail flop down to the floor and play garden hose there for the time being. Warm coffee fumes tickled my nose and almost made me purr, and they had the effect of forcing my eyes to remain just a little bit more open instead of the usual morning droop.

Peter picked up a spoon and daintily dug into his muffin. I took my mug and sipped the first Rory-saving mawful of the liquid courage liquid, and let my ears resonate with my purr.

"You make it sound like an orgasm," Peter smirked, his lips a little stained with molten chocolate from his tongue, while he observed me with a tilted head and a bemused expression.

"It's not far from it," I licked my lips and grinned.

"Perv," Peter licked his lips in mimicry of me and shook his head.

I took my muffin into my paw and took a big chunky bite out of it, not going for a clean approach like Peter did. I knew I would have to use the folded kitchen roll later on, but I didn't mind a few crumbles when eating was so much fun.

"I noticed that you're a bit low on some stuff in the fridge, will you be getting a delivery today?"

Peter gave the closed silvery door of the fridge a quick glance.

"I'll make the order online later today, and they'll deliver in the afternoon," he replied, finding my eyes again.

"That's convenient," I smiled. "I'll probably have to go shopping after work, too...I'm out of everything back home."

"Do you have to go home before work?" Peter asked me, brandishing his class of wild-smelling juice in his paw.

I scratched my jaw as I contemplated the breakfast table, all too aware that I had been wearing the same clothes all weekend, since Friday.

"It'd be a bit of a detour on the bus," I mused, "and I'll change into my uniform at work, so it's alright. I've got all I need with me, I think."

"That's great," Peter nodded enthusiastically.

"Just a regular day ahead, I think," I smiled a little. "Deliveries and a lot of customers."

"Of course," Peter replied, now using his sharp claws to peel an orange.

"Heheh," I snuffled, the scent of citrus growing further in my nose.

"Rowreeh?" Peter spoke up.

"Yeah?" I stirred my coffee absently.

"You gonna see that Victor today?"

My maw opened a little with surprise, and the mention of the Dobie did send a small leap through my heart and my belly, and my tail joined in and coiled itself around a chair leg, now that I was confronted with the fact that Peter was in to the secret now. We had talked about it a little bit more during the weekend, traded a few thoughts about it, but nothing too much...this weekend had been about Peter, after all, and making sure that he was alright, and me yapping on about my theoretical love life was not the best subject for the matter. He wasn't hostile about it, nor overtly curious, nor accusing, nor reclusive, but...I didn't really know what Peter really thought about me trying dating again. It was a mystery to me, it was a mystery to him, too, perhaps, and asking directly about it didn't feel like the best thing to do, since Peter might be irked about me worrying too much about him worrying too much about me, and that'd just end up into a strange cycle of things, and...I just didn't know.

I sipped my coffee, both to enjoy it and to give myself a moment, and then regarded Peter, across the table.

"I don't think so," I replied. "He works full-time and has to hang out with his brother after work, and...we didn't have any plans anyway."

Peter nodded curtly.

"Yeah, figures."

"Maybe I'll phone him," I suggested, "I don't know...maybe I will."

"Heheh," Peter chortled.

"Yeah, maybe," I replied, watching him carefully. "But most likely it's just going to be another normal day."

"I'd like a normal day too," Peter mused. "And I think I'll try to have one, I think."

"Oh?"

"I still got some work to do for professor Hartnell," Peter said. "Maybe I can give myself a kick in the ass and do some of that. I really can't work out with the leg, so there's some extra time anyway. I can catch up."

"Sounds like a plan to me," I smiled.

"It's something," Peter replied, and I knew very well how important something could be.

"Do you want me to come over in the afternoon, after work?" I asked.

Peter snuffled.

"I'm fine, you don't have to bother," Peter replied with a wave of his paw. "You probably have stuff to sort out yourself, since you weren't at home all weekend."

"Unopened bills and little else, probably," I snorted as I imagined the pile of junk mail waiting for me . "I didn't have anything bit planned for the weekend to begin with."

Peter gave me a little smile.

"I'm glad you did come, Rory, I...I really mean it," Peter spoke, watching me intently.

I put my paw down on the table, palm up, and gave him a look.

"You know I wanted to be here," I replied softly.

Peter gave my paw a hesitant glance, before he placed his own, soft paw over it, and I gave his a soft squeeze.

"I'm glad about that," Peter smiled. "Thank you."

"No, thank you," I smiled, squeezing his paw again. "Been all too long since we had a...a slumber party, heh?"

Peter chuckled.

"Something like that, yeah."

I smiled a little.

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It was around seven when we were done with breakfast, and I did one good deed, that was the washing of the dishes and putting them in their places in the cabinets once I was done drying them, and then I knew that I would have to be going soon if I wanted to catch the bus on time. I went by the guest room to get any things I might have left there, I gathered my phone and my jacket and my wallet from wherever I happened to have dropped them, and I gave everything a final look, to make sure that Peter had everything he needed. The cougar had meanwhile taken to his computer ,and was quite happily surfing when I wandered over to him, seated as he was, and put my paws on his shoulders.

"I have to be going now, Peter," I told him, "you sure you'll be okay?"

Peter snuffled and flicked his ears at me.

"Of course I'll be okay," he replied, looking up to me. "Maybe I'll give you a call, if that'll ease your nerves?"

"That might do," I smiled, rubbing along his shoulders a little, companionably.

Peter let out a soft little purr.

"Good," he replied, still looking up to me. "And thank you, Rory, for everything."

I leaned over and held my breath before I softly kissed his brow, and nuzzled it with my chin, briefly, before we parted, and I smiled again.

"Thank you as well, Peter, "I spoke as gently as I knew how to.

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The water-stained print enclosed in a pane of glass on the wall of the bus shelter told me that I wouldn't have to wait for the next bus too long. Much to my luck, when the time was 7:15, the bus lumbered along, and I hopped along, and secured myself a plastic seat by the window. My eyes were soon half-blinded from the swarm of passing car lights and street lamps, and I had to blink a couple of times. I relaxed on the hard seat, as much as I could, folded my arms around myself for warmth and comfort, and let my thoughts wander for the duration of the trip.

I really tired to do my best to relax, but thinking about Peter and Victor and all that in the same sentence was not something conductive of an idle time-wasting thought, and I really didn't know what to make out of all of it. Peter now knew about Victor and Victor kinda knew about Peter...and...well, I knew that I would have some explaining to do to either party, and just what to say...I wasn't sure. This really was so sudden...

It didn't help me at all that the coffee had rushed through my system, and by the time the bus was nearing its destination, my bladder felt like bursting. I rushed out of the metal tube in the small swarm of furs leaving on the stop, and I went briskly along the sidewalk, rumbling slowly to myself. I really had a lot in my mind, and I wasn't sure how the day was going to turn out, and what to do with my promise to call Victor, and...Peter...and...well, there were a few things in my mind , when I dug out my key and let myself in to the Albrecht Brothers.

New book smell assaulted my nose, followed in quick success by the appearance of a pointy-eared head and a pair of eyes looking at me across the cookery shelf.

"Hi, Mason," I smiled wearily at the wolf, "how're you doing today?"

"Wassup," Mason replied, and the telltale movement of his arm told me that he had just switched off his MP3 player, whose presence was also evident to me from the black cables running along the collar of his red Albrecht Brothers uniform shirt towards his perky ears.

I stopped by him, deciding that a little bit of politeness was never a bad thing.

"Heh, I'm alright," I gave him a little smile and a couple of appropriate ear flicks, "business as usual. How're you?"

Mason disappeared behind the shelf momentarily, only to re-appear, paws full of paperbacks he was arranging.

"Nothing strange going on," Mason replied, "had a small party on Saturday."

"Oh?" I let my ears perk for his benefit.

"Yeah, just me and Haakon and few other friends," Mason shrugged, his tail wagging idly, "some pizza, some booze, some spinning the bottle...some music...y'know."

I chuckled and gave him a look.

"Any hangovers?" I leered.

Mason snuffled.

"Not this morning, no," his answer told me everything I needed to know.

"Heheh," I chuffed and departed, really feeling that the need to take a leak overcame any social finery for the moment, and I headed out to the downstairs section.

I almost made a run for it once I was out of Mason's sight, going through the "STAFF ONLY" door and down the clunky stairs, and then through the storage area and the back room, and there it was, just within my paw's reach, the inviting door to the depressingly bare locker room, which had the current benefit of containing the staff bathroom. The smell of Marge's perfume assaulted my nose as soon as I entered, and I chuffed at the strange artificial musk, already busy unbuttoning my jeans, for the final rush.

I yanked the bathroom door open, a rush of steam washed over my face, and a very naked male looked back to me with wide eyes.

"RORY!"

"ALEX!"

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