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Chapter 5

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Remember at the pool party, during Leanne's Birthday, when Brandon shuffled out of the house after the twin wolf furs? Looking like he'd just been thrown in a washing machine? Well, I can safely say that Leanne is just as hard to satisfy, except she's more understanding when it comes to sexual fatigue.

I kept in rhythm with her for the first few minutes, then just slumped and watched her work away. My pelvis was taking a horrendous pounding that day, but the company of a loved one is always better than a laminated picture. Hey, Li's rough, but she's really fun.

Once we were done, Li 'cleaned me off' and lay down on her back, happy as can be.

"Now, about Megan." She said. Somewhere downstairs she'd found a box of mints, and now popped one into her muzzle. I was also offered one, accepting.

"Where was I?" I asked, my brain having been frazzled after the latest session of love.

"You narrowly escaped the jaws of Danielle's husband."

"Alright. I got out of the Hotel and made quick progress back to the mansion..."

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Darkness had fallen on Miami. It was cold. I'd come to Danielle with nothing but a button-up white shirt and a pair of jeans on. After that... Disappointment, I felt as though some quiet conversation in a bar couldn't hurt.

A bright blue neon sign shined out like a beacon in the poor light. Upon closer inspection, I found a bar called 'Tails and Males'. A strange name, but judging by the sound coming from inside, it couldn't have been anything other than a regular hook-up spot.

So I entered, feeling warmth wash over me as soon as the door was so much as ajar.

Furs and humans all over the place. Laughing, drinking, discussing. A dance floor in the back of the bar housed a group of very relaxed patrons, happily grinding up against one another like one big, clothed orgy.

There were decorations on some of the walls - a big sword fish, a pair of swords behind a heart-shape shield, a musket. Either the people in the bar were all pacifists, or the swords were bolted down.

Behind the bar stood an older gentleman; a thin-looking cat with orange fur that went about in patterns like Garfield's. No silk vest on him - just an Iron Maiden T-Shirt and jeans, a clean cloth flung over his shoulder. He entertained the customers with expertly performed bartender's tricks that were too complicated for me to describe. A lot of bottle tossing was involved, though.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned. In front of me stood an all-too familiar tiger fur, grinning like an idiot.

"Brandon. Hello."

In response, he embraced me. I felt eyes on us, making me feel rather uncomfortable.

"Richard! It's great to see you!" Brandon told me after letting go. "Get over here and sit down with me."

Once the introductions were through and we sat down, conversation turned to more sensitive matters.

"Have you heard from Leanne?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"Neither have we. She's changed her phone number. Mom and Dad wanted to apologise for their behaviour - they were angry, you see. Mom shouted, Dad wouldn't say a thing. I've never heard mom raise her voice when talking."

"What were they angry about?"

"The obvious. Stupid decision, no forethought. But the thing that got Mom's blood boiling was the fact that she hurt you so badly. I drove down to New York to speak to you two weeks after Leanne showed up and went. When I saw you walking out of the dorm, slouched and sulking, I decided not to approach. Seeing me might've done you more bad than good." Brandon sighed, his eyes searching mine. "I can see that you're still grieving."

"Yes... I loved Leanne. I still do. The night she left was the night I wanted to propose to her."

Brandon, stunned, said nothing for a while. "Christ... I don't even want to imagine what you went through."

I shook my head. "Change of subject. I notice you have wedding band on. Who's the lucky girl?"

Brandon followed my gaze to his ring finger, a smile appearing on his face. "Cayleigh."

"Ah, the ferret fur. Yeah, she looked like a safe bet."

"Oh, definitely. A lot easier on me in bed, too. Think; less insatiable hunger, more sensual kissing."

I longed for the times when I could have said the same thing, but tried not to let my expression change. Doing so would only make Brad feel bad, and there was no need for both of us to be miserable.

Where we sat was in one corner of the bar, a cosy little alcove with a padded half-crescent seat. I was on the edge of the seat, Brandon more inwards. Next to us were two groups of furs, female and male, a mix of races. Right by the wall stood a loner wearing a dark tuxedo. Judging by his body language, he was looking for conflict.

I ignored him.

"I'm glad you found someone you love."

"Thank you. Mom and Dad suggested I ask you to be my Best Man, but you looked happy with your job at the Hospital when I came to visit. Didn't want to open up old wounds, as it was."

I raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Seems like you've been stalking me."

"No! Nothing like that! I... Wanted to talk to you, but could never gather enough courage to do it."

"Ah, yeah, after all, you are a pussy cat."

Brandon's eyes narrowed at the comment. I felt as though he'd make a pounce for my throat. Then he cleared up and laughed.

"Alright, I'll let that one slide, since I like you so much."

I noticed a lioness weaving around groups of people with a tray full of beer in her paws. Something about her struck me as familiar, but such a feeling was one I'd learned to dismiss. Treating patients often gets their faces stuck in my head - trying to remember who they were was a waste of time.

"You really need to come by California one Christmas. Mom would love to see you again."

Although such a move would likely bring back heartache, I didn't want to refuse the offer. "Yeah. Why not? I mean, after all, Lisa is one hell of a cook-"

A yelp to my left. Cold liquid flew all over me, soaking my shirt and quickly making progress down to my jeans. Beer glasses smashed on the floor, two or three hitting me and bouncing off. To finish, the lioness landed in my arms.

When the surprise passed, fear set in, the lioness on the verge of tears. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"

"Hey, it's alright. Just a bit wet, is all. Anything broken?"

"Uh... No... I don't think so..."

"You stupid bitch!" The loner shrieked. "Look what you did to my fucking jacket!"

I looked at him, noting a wet patch on his front. Miniscule compared to mine, though. Either way, everything was about to get ugly. The lioness scrambled to get off me and stand up straight. The loner pulled back and slapped her.

She fell on the ground next to the smashed beer glasses, cutting her right arm on one big chunk.

I was up on my feet in an instant. My hands curled around the Loner's collar and shoved him back against the wall with a loud 'thud'. Without a second of thought, my left hand let go of the collar, curled into a fist and was thrust into his stomach.

He wheezed, winded, bending down. I didn't let up, raising my right knee and planting it into his chest. My hits were powerful and precise, causing pain and immobilisation.

Lastly, I slammed my elbow into his back. He fell, curling up on the floor amongst the pieces of shattered glass.

The bar had gone silent. All I heard was the music and the soft moans from the lioness as she clutched her bleeding arm to her stomach. I crouched and picked her up off the ground like a newlywed and carried her to a place with more room to work.

"Someone get me a first aid kit!" I yelled. The bartender ran into the back room, then back out with a green box in his paw. Under the employee entrance and to me, handing the box over.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Uh... Michael."

"Okay, Michael. Is that cloth clean?"

"Yeah, fresh from the wash."

"I want you to put it on the wound and press down to stop the bleeding."

He hesitated, looking from the cloth to me.

"You want an invitation? Just cover her arm already!" My snarl made him cooperate without further doubt.

The cut on the lioness' arm was about one and a half inches long and about three millimetres deep. I decided not to use a suture, only to clean it.

"Who has bottled water?" I asked the crowd. Somewhere from the back, a sealed bottle of Evian was being passed. It reached me fairly quickly.

"What's her name?" I looked at Michael.

"Megan."

"Megan, listen to me, this will sting a bit. I need you to stay still." I warned her, then poured water onto the wound once Michael removed his cloth.

"Oww!" Megan moaned.

"Sorry." I grabbed a bandage from the box and twisted it around her arm. "Brandon! Get your car! We're going to the Hospital!" All the while, I felt like a wet Kleenex was sticking to me - being covered in alcohol while in a car was not something a cop would smile at.

The tiger fur jogged through the room, the patrons having made a path for him like Moses parting the sea, and went outside.

"Michael, you call the Police, tell them to get statements from everyone. And to take that woman-hitting prick away." I lifted Megan up again. Michael opened the door for us. The silence had changed to shushed whispering.

Brandon pulled up in a new Dodge Challenger. We got in and sped off.

"I think we're gunna see that guy in the ER." Brandon remarked. He had been quiet for most of the journey.

"I didn't break anything. He's going to be in pain for a week, though."

"Good."

A tug on my collar. I looked down and saw yellow eyes looking up at me.

"T-thank you." Megan whispered.

"You're welcome." It all came back to me. Megan, the lion fur, from the pool party. Leanne's friend. Had to be more than just a coincidence.

"Here we are." Brandon pulled up outside the Hospital.

"Do you want me to carry you, or will you walk?"

"I don't want to be a bother..."

"If you've been carrying beer trays all day, you deserve a rest." I got out of the car with her and walked to the Hospital entrance.

Inside was a little different from my usual surroundings; this hospital had a more sterile feeling to it - blue fluorescent lights all over the place, tile flooring, white walls. And this was just the waiting room.

The secretary, a middle-aged human woman with ebony hair, stood up as soon as she saw me.

"I'll get a doctor-"

"No need. Just take me to an exam room and I can patch her up."

"I can't let the general public into the Doctors' offices."

"But I'm a Doctor.

"But you don't work here."

I sighed. "Alright. Get a doctor who does work here. I'll go in with her."

The doctor cleaned and stitched up Megan's wound while she squeezed my wrist, both from fear and some discomfort. I didn't think she'd recognised me up until we got out of the hospital. Then, I got a big hug.

I wasn't sure how to react, since I didn't know she knew. So I just put my hands on her shoulder blades and left it at that. The hug didn't last long - thanks to Megan's rather shy demeanour, she let go and started to looked embarrassed.

"Sorry..."

"You've got nothing to be sorry for."

"I meant the beer."

"Oh. Well, that's not your fault either. You tripped. Could've happened to anyone."

"Still, sorry about that."

"It's fine. I'll just buy another shirt."

"And... Thank you. For protecting me."

"Anyone else in that bar would have done the same thing."

"They wouldn't have carried me all the way to the Hospital. And made sure the doctor did a good job. I'm sorry I ruined your night with Brandon..."

"Megan, everything's fine. You had an accident, I helped. It's the least I can do for a friend." I didn't feel like talking to anyone anymore. The outburst of anger combined with jetlag and disappointment left over from what happened with Danielle had taken a big toll.

"Let Brandon take you home. I'll catch a cab to-... Where I need to go."

"Okay."

We walked to the car and Megan got inside.

"You have my number, right?" Brandon asked, leaning over.

"Uh... Yeah, I think so."

"Call me tomorrow. I want to invite you over for lunch."

I nodded. The opportunity to speak to Cayleigh seemed like an attractive one, given that I wanted to speak to Brandon some more. It dawned on me that I'd probably have to return my share of the money to the guys, since I didn't spend the full week in the mansion with them.

Roger claimed that they planned the trip for me, but I wasn't the only one who would enjoy it. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't smile at the idea of playing poker with smoking hot bunnies looking over my shoulder. Hell, we had the whole goddamn mansion to ourselves!

When I thought about it, I realised that my priorities were mislead. While I still missed Leanne and everything about her, walking about like a zombie wouldn't help anything. The time for some fun had come.

I set out my objectives; Go to the mansion, sleep, wake up in the morning, mess around with the guys, go for lunch with Brandon and Cayleigh, then get back to messing around for the rest of the week. Nothing could go wrong.

Right?