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Fall from grace.

Episode 2.

Written by Wolfie Steel.

Once I have been discharged from hospital we head towards the taxi rank, we sit in the back seat of an old Black Cab and are driven to what can only be called a humble abode, but I'm not complaining, especially when I have spent time on the streets, hell I would even be happy with a broom cupboard as long as it is dry and warm. We clamber out from the taxi; Rick fumbles around in his jacket pocket for the front door keys.

"Now I will warn you right now Wick, the place is a little bit of a mess, files strewn here there and everywhere, but as yet I haven't had chance to organise them yet"

Rick was not kidding; once we were inside we were faced with cardboard boxes and box files everywhere, Rick closes the front door and then heads deeper into the house, I follow him closely, partly so that I don't get lost, and partly because it gives me an excuse to be close to his oh so sweet Doberman butt.

We end up in the living room and I let out a shallow sigh.

"Rick, don't you have filing cabinets and storage for all of this stuff?"

Rick blushes a little.

"Well yeah, I just haven't had the time to go through everything; I mean after all, I am just a one dog operation"

I correct him.

"Wrong, now you are a two dog operation, remember, four hand paws are better than two"

Rick gives a gentle chuckle at this.

"Well, one thing that is going for me, I mean us, is all of the boxes are at least in alphabet order so it shouldn't take us more than, four or five hours to get things sorted, and the boxes that have things for the house in them have what is in them written on them"

I crack my knuckles after hearing this.

"Well then Rick, there is no time like the present for us to get started"

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Three hours into the organising something happens that totally throws us both for a six, I lift up a heavy box from a tight alcove and begin to back out of the alcove when my footpaw catches on a wire that is lay on the floor, I fall backwards and head towards the floor butt first, unfortunately Rick is standing behind me and has no time to get out of the way.

Rick ends up lying on the floor, with me lying on top of him, my ass tightly squished into his crotch, whimpers and yelps are heard from both of our muzzles, but I also feel a growing lump beneath my butt.

"Wick, please don't take this the wrong way, but you need to get up before your butt has an intruder"

I chuckle seductively and then I start to rub my butt harder into Rick's crotch.

"Trust me Rick; the intruder would be most welcome"

Rick stutters as he replies.

"W...Wick please, w...we are so close to g...getting things sorted out"

I let out a gentle sigh as I start to get back to my footpaws.

"Okay Rick, you win, after all, you are the boss"

I bend down to pick up the box that I had been carrying only to have Rick give my ass cheeks a quick grope.

"Oh don't worry Wick, once the place is tidy it will be far too late to look at any cases so I think it will be time to snuggle down in front of the TV with a little wine and roaring fire, but I also think that we have plenty of time before going full blown into a relationship"

Of course I know that Rick is right, at the moment me being here with him is just so that I can say that I have a job and a roof over my head, neither of us can deny though that there is a certain attraction between us.

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After another two hours the last of the boxes is empty, its contents now in their allotted place, I look at the clock on the wall and see that it is just after 1 am, it seems though that neither of us is tired and so Rick heads into the kitchen, he then returns with a bottle of white wine and two glasses, he places the bottle and the glasses onto the coffee table and heads towards the TV.

"Okay Wick, what would you like to watch? I have The Bodyguard, I also have all of the Lethal Weapon movies, or I also have quite a catalogue of Disney movies, including Bolt and The Lion King"

I know it sounds corny, but at this moment I needed the feeling of security, so what better movie to watch and snuggle up to than The Bodyguard. The movie begins to play while Rick dims the lights; he then pours us both a glass of wine and then sits on the couch. He pats the seat next to him and I waste no time in filling the offered seat, he then hands me my glass of wine and then collects his own, we take occasional sips from our glasses as the movie plays out.

Towards the end of the movie, both of our wine glasses have been discarded, I am lay full length on the couch and spooning the Doberman, my head resting on his as we watch the rest of the movie. My right handpaw is gently rubbing his chest fur causing him to rumble slightly, almost a purr. My Husky pride is at full attention and is poking at Rick's back, but we both know that for the moment at least there won't be anything strongly sexual going on between us.

As the movie comes to an end, Rick stands from the couch and heads to the DVD player and removes the movie which again affords me a sneaky glance at his oh so cute butt, he then heads out to his linen cupboard and collects a pillow and some sheets for me.

"Here you go Wick, now it's too late for you to get a shower, but first thing in the morning when you get up that is the first thing you will do"

I gently and tiredly nod my head; Rick then turns off the downstairs lights and heads up to his bedroom. I know that I have to make myself comfortable on the couch, but hey when your only home has been cardboard boxes and concrete you learn that beggars can't be choosers.

As soon as my head hits the pillow I am out like a light. How long I sleep I have no idea, but I am awoken to the smell of bacon and eggs, my stomach grumbles and groans at the smell, I open my eyes and throw off my sheets, and then I am greeted by drill sergeant Rick.

"Right, get that mangy ass of yours upstairs and get a shower, I have put some clothes out on my bed that you can use until you can afford to get new clothes for yourself, once you are presentable you can come back down here for breakfast"

I yawn a little and salute him, I then trudge my way upstairs and head for Rick's room. Like the rest of the house it isn't much to look at but it is functional, I slip out of my rags and walk to the shower room.

"A shower, a shower, my kingdom for a shower"

I switch on the water and wait for it to heat up, once it is at the right temperature I climb into the shower cubicle and begin the task of de-manging myself, with the state of my fur it takes a few minutes for the water to seep through to my skin, but once it does I begin to groan in ecstasy.

I use the fur shampoo that is on a shelf in the shower and work it thoroughly through my fur, as I work I look down at the water running off my body, it is almost black from the absolute filth that is attached to my fur, I then look at my body and can finally see the real Wickson Jackson emerging, in more ways than one.

After half an hour my Husky fur is the colour that it is meant to be, a mix of grey and gold, I shut off the shower and exit the cubicle, thankfully Rick has a stand in fur drier which I put to good use. Once my fur is dry I head back into Rick's room and sure enough on the bed is a white shirt a pair of boxers and some socks, hanging from the door handle on coat hangers is a light grey suit, and on the floor is a pair of polished black shoes.

I put on the boxers and socks and then I pull the shirt over my head, sure the shirt is a little on the tight side but I'm not complaining, next I take the suit trousers from the hanger and put them on, again they are a little on the tight side and a little long in the leg, but they will do for me, next I put on the suit jacket and that is just about right for me. Finally I put on the shoes, they seem to be about one size too big but nothing that I can't handle, I'm just glad that I can now join civilised company again.

There is a full length mirror in Rick's room and I stand in front of it looking at how much better I look after a good shower and a change, after checking myself out in the mirror I walk back down the stairs and head into the kitchen. Rick is standing at the breakfast island eating a piece of toast; he looks up from his toast and directly at me.

"Holy fucking shit, okay what have you done with Wickson? Tell me now or I'm calling the police"

For his trouble I give Rick the finger.

"Oh sorry Wick it is you after all, anyway I bet it feels better to be in clothes that actually cover you properly?"

I give a gentle nod.

"Yes Rick, I must admit it does feel good to be back in the fur race, though some of the clothes are a little tight on me"

A sultry giggle comes from Rick's maw.

"Well Wick, that kind of works for me"

I take a seat at the breakfast island as Rick builds me a plate of bacon, sausage and eggs, he then puts the plate down in front of me, oh for the love of god REAL FOOD, I quickly dig into my breakfast as Rick puts a couple of slices of bread into the toaster.

"So Wick, do you feel like getting your teeth into your first case this morning?"

I sit there and think for a moment and then I make a decision, sure I could take another day to get things sorted in my mind, but I know that I have to soon start repaying Rick's kindness and so I decide that I will take on one of his cases.

I finish my cooked breakfast and then eat my toast, the final part is a drink, once that is all done Rick does the dishes and then leads me into a kind of study area which he uses as his office. On the desk are a couple of files, I open the first and see that it is the case of a small time pick pocket and so I close the file and open the second.

This case looks a little more interesting and is something that is close to my heart, the bullying of a homeless pup by a large gang of thugs. I pick up the file and continue to read it, Rick looks over my shoulder at the case that I have chosen.

"Somehow Wick, I just knew that you were going to pick that case, it centres on a fifteen year old Corgi, Christopher Lang, and on the face of it things seem pretty straight forward, the kid is bullied by a gang of five seventeen to nineteen year olds, but the thing is, it is not the gang that is going to be in the dock, it is Christopher, you see as he was being attacked the last time he bit back and slashed one of the thugs with a broken bottle. The thug survived but needed seven stitches to repair the damage, the thug has brought the action against Christopher claiming attempted murder"

I let out a loud growl as I read the rest of the file.

"Rick, not only do I want this case but I will win it, and I will get Mr. Lang the justice he deserves"

Rick gently pats me on the shoulder.

"God have mercy on the souls of those thugs when you get started on them, go get 'em tiger"

Rick collects his car keys and we head out towards the police station where the young pup is being held, once we get through the security checks at the front desk, Rick and I are led into the cell where Christopher is being held.

As soon as we walk in the young Corgi stands from his bunk and he hangs his head in shame, I instantly bring him out of his funk.

"Now then Mr. Lang, I will have none of that, you are the victim here, what you did you did in self defence, now my name is Wickson Jackson, but you can call me Wick, and my associate here is Richard Strand, you may call him Rick. I have taken your case on because you see I too up until recently was homeless so I know what you have been through"

The young Corgi begins to cry; obviously being in a police cell is a very daunting place for a pup, I look at Rick and he instantly knows that I want this young pup taken out of the cells, and so he leaves the cell and heads back to the front desk.

Five minutes later Rick comes back with all the paperwork needed for the pup's release.

"Okay Wick, I managed to get Christopher let out on licence to us, we have three days until he has to go to court, now Christopher, Wick and I are taking a huge risk by taking you from the cells so please don't let us down, right first things first, get you some new clothes and something to eat, then get you cleaned up and ready to go before the judge"

The three of us leave the police cell and head for the front desk, I sign the paperwork as the pup's lawyer and we head out to Rick's car, we drive into town and begin the task of buying some new clothes, not only for the pup, but for me too.