{"sf1_id":616387,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A Cold Blooded Thing to Do.","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":5144,"posted_at":"2013-11-20T18:33:00.000Z","tags":["M/F","Otter","Salamander","fish"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/616387-a-cold-blooded-thing-to-do","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/616387","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=616387\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#9 of The Otterly Sinful Stories\n\nIt was pointed out that I was negliecting this file folder. Mudge reminded me with a light stab from his rapier. So, here is another of his stories. I hope he's happy. He says you had better like it too.","content":"\nMudge wasn't too happy. Traveling alone was his preference. He\ncertainly didn't want to feel like he was responsible for someone.\nIt was hard enough keeping his own skin intact. Looking after a\nknow-nothing member of his own species was ridiculous. Heck, Mudge\nhad been able to fend for himself at a fairly early age. It was\neither that or he would have been dead long ago. This fool would have\nbeen skinned and strung up years ago.\nThe object of his contemplation was sitting across the fire from him.\nHe was maddeningly in a perpetually good mood. A little happiness was\nalright, but his constant grin was wearing thin. But here they were,\nstuck together at least until they reached Porteeckle. That was where\nJuttoquel would be delivered to his aunt. More correctly, his rich\naunt. There weren't too many otters what had money, seeing as they\nspent it as quickly as they got it. But this old girl seemed to have\nsomething in the way of ready cash. It was the only reason he had\nconsented to this trip. He was planning on sweet talking her with one of his performances. \nJuttoquel meanwhile had been pestering him for all kinds of information.\nHow do you fence (with a sword, not stolen goods), how do you know if\nyour food has been poisoned, how long would they be traveling, had\nMudge ever been with a female...? The last made him choke. This\nyoungster couldn't handle all of those pertinent details. \"Yes,\nyou blimey irritatin fool. Of course I've been with the\nladies. It's me favorite sport, right up there with drinkin and\nthievin.\" His fellow otter guffawed.\n\"Oh Mudge, you're too much. Father said you were well\ntraveled, but I find it hard to believe everything you say. You can't\nbe a thief because father would never have hired such a person to\nescort across the Miragok Plains. He chose the one who was bested\nsuited for the job, and that was you.\"\nMudge grunted. He had been the best suited, because no one else was\nfool enough to do it. He had taken payment up front, and if something\nhappened to his foolish distant cousin, Mudge would be long gone\nbefore anyone could find out and track him down. Heck, it was his\nonly time in Brestick and he found the town lacking in the usual\naccoutrements. By that, he meant that there were no bars, taverns or\nwhore houses. This youngster apparently had been brought up rather\nprudishly. That was an unnatural state for an otter.\n\"Well Mudge. What's a lady like?\"\nHe snorted, wiping his nose with the back of his paw. He couldn't\nfind a rag, so he gingerly wiped it on Juttoquel 's robe. He didn't\nseem to notice. \"Well, ya little blighter, tis the most wonderful\nthing in the world. Once you've plumbed a lady's privies you\nnever forget the experience. It's all you thinks about until the\nnext time you can get into her skirts. Me, I've had me cock in\nseveral hundred. All makes and models. I ain't discriminating, if\nyou gets me drift.\"\nHis charge was awed. \"Wow. Father never let me play with the girls\nin town. He said they'd be a bad influence on me.\"\nMudge laughed silently. He had met a few of those girls, and while\nthere wasn't a whore house in that uptight little town, the few\nyoung girls were rather taken with him. So where some of the married\nladies. It was a good thing he liked his inn rooms with at least two\nmethods of escape. In this case, he let them into his room via the\nwindow. All of them had been as tight as a miser's purse. \n\"So, my little newbie, was your mother a bad influence on your old\nman?\"\nThat got the youngster's attention. \"Mother is a good lady.\nFather loves her dearly. So don't go saying anything bad about her\nin front of me!\"\nMudge chuckled. The lady otter in question was a handsome one. Under\ndifferent circumstances he would have done his best to bed her,\nbut...there was no point in fucking the one paying you...unless\nthat's what you were getting paid for. \"Listen you little snot, I\ndidn't say nothin bad. I was pointing out that males and females\nneed each other. If your pa and your ma hadn't got it on, you\nwouldn't be here to be indignant.\"\nThat got him thinking. \"I suppose not. And I would really like to\nexperience a lady for myself. \"\nMudge stifled a grin at the sight of the bulge in the other's\npants. The boy needed to get laid, but they were far from any\ncivilized town. Willing girls could be found all over, but one had to\nbe judicious in searching them out. Their papas might be too keen on\na wayward otter sinking his cock into their daughter's unopened\nflower. But this desolate land was proving to be an exception. \n\"I'll tell you what Jutto; I'll show you a few survival\ntechniques that you may find handy. Do you know what a Golden\nCatostom is?\" The boy shook his head no. \"It's a fish, not\nparticularly big or tasty. It's a bottom feeder, using its mouth to\nvacuum up food from the mud. It's got quite a mouth on it. Find one\nthe right size and it'll do in a pinch, if you know what I mean.\"\nThe other knitted his brows. \"No, I don't know what you mean.\"\nMudge sighed. This kid was dense. \"Alrighty then, I'll lay it out\nfor you. You stick your cock in its mouth and let it do the rest. It\nsucks ya dry if you git what I'm trying to tell ya.\"\nJutto's eyes lit up. \"Really? Where can we find one of these\nfish?\"\nMudge pointed to the wide expanse of a pond, part of a basin that a\ncreek ran though. Their camp was on the higher bank. \"You can\ntry right there. Won't say for sure, but the fish ain't rare.\nLike I said, no one much eats them. As for the other, well that ain't\nto everyone's liking. You try it and see. Heck, if yous like it,\nthen you got yerself a new hobby!\"\n\"How will I know If I've found the right fish? I've never even\nheard of them before now.\"\nMudge stretched out and laid his head back on a clump of weeds. \"I'll\ntell you what. You dive in and start catching. Bring everything out\nand I'll tell you what it is. Somewhere in there, there has to be\nsomething worth broiling over the fire. And if you catch yerself a\nGolden Catostom, then you'll have yerself a good time to boot.\"\nSo would he, he thought to himself.\nJutto stripped and dived into the water. It wasn't very deep, but\nit was fairly broad. The water was clear, with reeds along the\nedges and here and there sprung up water lilies. Otters were natural\nswimmers, but this one hadn't had much time to devote to his\nskills. Mudge would have hit the water with barely a ripple. Jutto\nmade a loud splash, and Mudge could follow him where he when by the\nlily flowers bobbing and weaving. The boy would be lucky if he caught\nhis own tail!\nSurprisingly, he resurfaced not long after, a thick fish in his jaws.\nHe climbed out and spit it in front of his mentor. \"What's this?\"\nMudge looked it over. \"Blackside Felon. Not bad for a first try.\nIt's passable eating. See what else you can catch.\" Back in he\nwent, diving with a little more decorum. He was back in a few minutes\nwith a larger and more colorful specimen. \"Rainbow Racer; or as I\nlike to call em, Whorefish, on account of their being painted up like\none. Ain't as nice as the real thing, but it'll do. Ya wanna try\nagain?\" Into the water he slid once more.\nMudge dragged the feebly flopping fish towards the fire. He was ready\nto sit down and scale them when Jutto flew out of the water\nwith an alarmed look on his face. He landed on the flower\ncovered embankment and rolled over. Something yellowish orange was in\nhis front paws. His paws, however, were at his crotch. Mudge was\npragmatic. \"Looks like you found one!\"\nJutto was pulling frantically on the fish. The fish wasn't about to\nbe budged. He looked up pleadingly to the older and more experienced\notter. \"Please get this thing off. It's like it has hooks for\nteeth! I'm going to suffer serious injury if...\" He trailed off.\nThe next moment he got an ecstatic look on his face. He fell back\ninto the blooms and relaxed into a stupor.\nMudge hummed softly to himself. Those fish were mighty tempting to\nplay with when you were out in the wilds, but they were only safe so\nlong as you had someone along with you. You see, they produced a\ndrug-like secretion that nearly paralyzed you. Some places they even\ngathered the fish and kept them in tanks. Mostly, that was outlawed.\nMore than one stupid male used them without the knowledge of anyone\nelse and had wasted away in their beds.\nJutto was lying there with a smile on his face. His eyes were half\nopen, their lids fluttering. His arms were at his sides, and the fish\nwas clamped tightly around his cock. It wasn't the prettiest fish,\ndespite its colors. It was scale-less and smooth, almost eel-like. By\nthe same token is could engulf a good sized piece of meat if it\nwanted to. No one knew why this was so, but many surmised it was a\ntactic it had developed in tackling Gordian Mud Worms. These\ncreatures were as thick as a broom handle and six to ten inches\nlong. Mudge himself had found it difficult to extract these\nwigglers from their burrows when he wanted them for bait. More power\nto a fish that could grab them, drug them and then eat them. The\nchemical that apparently immobilized them worked on bigger animals as\nwell. Plus the added side benefit. That chemical was a dream-inducing\naphrodisiac. \nThe fish was rhythmically convulsing, working its way along Jutto's\ncock. It was like a disarticulated cunt with a mind of its own. It\nwas trying to engulf his cock. Its jaws stretched and it pulled\nitself along ever so slowly. All at once, the unconscious otter\nlifted his hips and began thrusting in the air. After a minute or two\na bulge appeared in the fish's gut. The otter settled back down.\nRound one went to the fish.\nMudge wasn't about to interfere. The youngster would be better off\nfor blowing a few loads. It'd help him calm down and quit being so\njittery. It wasn't like the fish was fatal or anything. Of\ncourse, he could just leave him here in his ecstasy, but then there\nwould be no chance of getting into his auntie's house and filching\nsome valuables. He opted to roast the fish and leave the boy go. As\nit was, his hips were pushing towards the sky again, and the fish was\ngetting its fill.\nHe ate the roasted fish, stripping the bones clean while he watched\nthe other going through the throes of imagined pleasure. Heck, there\nwere worse ways to die. He wasn't going to let that happen of\ncourse, but in the meantime the kid was providing the night's\nentertainment. Mudge himself had tried the Catostom once. It had been\none hell of an experience. He had refrained from having real sex for\na month afterward. He was afraid the real thing would never again\nmeasure up to the mind bending, cock sucking effects of that fish.\nIt was therefore a blatant surprise when the kid sat up, eyes open\nwide. He looked around, his disposition one of complete confusion.\nHis stared hard at Mudge, then down at his crotch. He grabbed the\nfish and pulled. With a cry of pain he let go. Mudge knew why. When\nthis fish got its nasty little teeth on you, nothing much would\nconvince it to let go. As far as it was concerned, it was eating a\nmeal.\nJutto fell back with a whimper. \"Get this thing off of me! I've\nbeen having the strangest dreams and I want them to stop!\" He\ngrabbed for the fish again, trying his damnedest to get it off. His\nhands just slid along its slimy skin. He got up and started running\naround like a ninny. Mudge tripped him, sending him sprawling. \"Hold up there, ya darn nit. Ya ain't gonna pull it off, not\nwithout emasculating yerself in the process. Ya need to convince it\nnice-like to let ya go.\" Before he could do anything to help him,\nthe boy started groaning, fell back and thrust wildly in the air. He\nlet out a squeak and fell back to the ground.\"Get this thing off me!\" he pleaded. Mudge gave him a disgusted look. \"Jutto, ya can't tell me ya\nain't enjoying this. Just relax.\" But in the back of his mind, he\nwas wondering how this kid was awake. Normally the secretions\nproduced by the fish had a narcotic effect, along with the obvious,\nmildly hallucinogenic properties. The fact that the boy was wide\nawake was disconcerting. No one balked this thing's insidious\neffects.\"Hold still!\" he commanded. The boy settled down. Mudge bit\nhis lip, not wanting to appear in any way turned on by the spectacle.\nHe put his paws over the fish's gills, looked his fingers around\nit, and using his thumbs, applied pressure to the temporomandibular\njoint. All at once the mouth opened, and the little hook-like teeth\nretracted. He pulled the thing off and threw it towards the water. It\nhit the bank first, the jar of the impact disrupting some of its\nstomach contents. A brief splash of creamy white erupted into the air\nbefore the thing hit the water.\nJutto was quick to inspect his privates. Except for the fact that he\nhad an erection that wouldn't quit, they seemed alright. Mudge gave\nhim some comforting words. \"Don't never feel bad if your cock\ndon't go down. There'll come a time when you'll wish it would\ndo more than lay there like a limp noodle. Not that that's ever\nbeen a problem for me!\" he added hastily.\nThe boy sat up gingerly. \"I feel better now that it's off me.\nI've never, ever experienced anything like that in my life!\" He\nthen got a dreamy look on his face. \"It was just like I thought it\nwould be. I can't wait to do it for real!\" The boy was growing\nup. By the time they reached their destination, maybe, just maybe he\nwouldn't need to have his hand held at every little thing.\nJutto did quiet down, often sitting in silent contemplation. It was\nsuch an abrupt change that it worried ole Mudge. There was just\na twinge of guilt forming in his heart. It might have been a bad\nthing to get the boy broken in in such a manner. Still, it wasn't\nas if there were tons of females just lying in wait out here in the\nmiddle of nowhere. There wasn't going to be a town or village\nfor days.\nAs they made their way through the low hills and grasslands, Jutto\nremained quiet. Quiet, but hardly morose. He hummed to himself, and\nmaintained that constant grin of his. It seemed to Mudge to be even\nwider than it was at the beginning of the trip. Once in a while he'd\nask a shrewd question concerning the opposite sex, which Mudge did\nhis best to answer respectfully. At least it helped pass the time. He\nwas beginning to find his silence more disturbing than his constant\nchatter.\nWhat wasn't surprising was his constant search for another fish to\nsatisfy his newly discovered needs. Every time they got near water,\nwhich was most of the time, he would dive in. It wasn't all bad. He\nsoon became proficient at identifying species. Mudge trained him in\nnames, habits and folklore. The boy was soon bringing in the best\ntasting types for their daily meals. It was nice to have someone else\ndoing the work. By the time they'd make it to their destination,\nthe boy just might be an adult. \nIn one area, a flat low plain split by a wide meandering river, they\nfound a spongy hillock to make their camp. One side of this mound sat\non an inside curve of the river, affording them an excellent view\nboth directions. Jutto was quick to strip, diving in with nary a\nsplash. Mudge gathered dry grass and some flood-deposited driftwood\nto make a fire. In no time the boy was back with a huge pike of\nunknown origins. He struggled up the bank to the top of the hill. He\nthrew it down and his mentor's feet. \"I think this will do us for\nthe day, don't you?\" Mudge looked at him with true admiration.\n\"Yer damn right youngster. Ya did good. Now I'll show you ere 'ow\nto skin and debone one of these fellas .\" He set to work, mostly\nbecause the kid needed some life skills. In reality, all he would\nhave normally done was gut it and spit it. Sometimes it made sense to\nlet the fire do the work for you. Jutto watched in fascination. He\nwas quiet for most of it, but finally forced out a question that had\nbeen hanging on his tongue.\n\"Mudge? What kind of fish has really big eyes, black skin with\npatches of scarlet running down its side?\" The older otter didn't\nlook up from his work on their meal.\n\"Ain't no such fish that I know of boy. Course, these is\nunfamiliar waters. All kinds of little fish probably flit about\nwithout prying eyes catching their every move. I dare say that all\nkinds of minnows and such live out their bleedin lives with no nosy\npokers trying to categorize 'em in some book.\"\nJutto made a face. \"This wasn't small. It was a good foot longer\nthan me, from the glimpse I got. It could even have been bigger. I\nturned in the water and was suddenly face to face with it. Then it\nturned and sped off towards the bank. Its tail smacked my face. As it\nwent into a beam of sunlight I saw the red. its fins were kind of\nweird too.\"\nThe older otter looked up from his work. \"Boy, I already told ya\nthere ain't no such fish. But I do believe ya saw something down\nthere. Whatever it was, it was more afraid of you than you was of it.\nI count that as a good thing. Anything the same size you is is a\npossible danger, specially if ya don't know what it is. It could\njust as easy had teeth and claws and an appetite for otter.\"\nThe boy shut up, but his mind was still running over his encounter.\nHe knew what he saw. If he needed to prove it, then he would. At\nsupper, they ended up eating in silence. Mudge wasn't averse to it.\nWhat he really wished for was a bottle of booze. These long treks\nweren't bad, except that they lacked alcohol, girls, and gold. He\nwould have settled for two out of three right now. Heck, one would\ndo. The sooner they were done and gone the better. He even thought\nabout taking the river directly. The problem was what to do with\ntheir clothing. He had no waterproof bag. And then there was his\nlucky quetzal feather. He wasn't going to let that come to harm.\nA little later the lad got up and headed for the river. \"Still\nhungry?\" called the other. He made a half turn. \n\"No. I'm just curious about what I saw. I figure if I slip in\nquietly and wait, maybe I'll get a better look at what it was. \"\nHe turned back to the river, eased down the embankment and slipped\nin.\nMudge stoked the fire, tossing on more sun-bleached wood. He mumbled\nto himself. \"Damn foolish idiot. 'e's learned a lot, 'e\n'as, but it's a fool thing to go exploring when there ain't no\ngood to come from it. \" But he kept his ears open to the sounds\ncoming from the riparian surroundings. It was the usual; crickets,\ndragonflies and the occasional burp of fermenting mud.\nHe had nearly nodded off when the splashing disrupted the normal,\nsoothing sounds below. He sat upright so fast his head got dizzy. The\nlight was fading, but the ripples from the disturbance radiated\nacross the surface. But nothing was there. He got a lump in his\nthroat. The kid was in his charge. He should never have left him\nalone. He was about to ignore matters when he reconsidered. Having\na conscience was a pain in the ass. Presently torn between diving in\nand searching for him and thus exposing his own neck to whatever\ndanger was lurking there and staying put where he was, Mudge found\nthe decision was made for him. Suddenly and without warning, a tangled mass came flying out of\nthe water to land on the bank alongside the hill. He grabbed his\nsword and ran to the writhing creature. It was easy to determine,\nonce he was there, what it was. One part was Jutto's body, and the\nother a smooth skinned somebody who was more at home in the water\nthan they were. He poked it with his blade.\"OW! Watch the knife ya bastard! I prefer me skin to be red\nwhere nature intended it, not from bleeding out me life from a\nprick!\" The voice was rough and uneducated. Mudge liked the sound\nof it. It also sounded female. \"Listen to me, you slimy harlot, don't go getting up in me\nface. What did ya do to me friend?\"The other otter broke free from the female salamander and spoke\nup. \"She didn't do anything to me. Leastwise nothing bad!\" He\ngiggled, and she tittered with him.\" 'ere now, that's right. We was just having a bit of fun.\nAin't no one ever comes out 'ere nohow. A gal gets lonely doncha\nknow?\"Jutto seemed in good shape, right down to his engorged cock.\nApparently his \"fish\" had been real, if a bit misidentified.\nIntelligent amphibians were a rarity though by no means unknown. What\nwas weird was having one all alone out in the middle of this expanse\nof grass and water. It was perfect for their kind, mind you, but even\namphibians liked to have company once in a while. She was quite the\nspecimen, and like described, had red patches running down her sides.\nShe was on her back now, looking up. One more vibrantly pink patch\nwas visible between her lower legs. \"Don't take me prodding to heart, me dear little smooth\nskinned lassy. I didn't mean nothin by it!\" Mudge put on his best\nsmile.For some reason she returned to giggling. \"Oi! Yer little friend\nhere meant everything by it, he did. He's been prodding me parts\nuntil they're ready to scream uncle. Course, I ain't got an\nuncle, so I guess I stuck fer it!\"It was hard to astonish Mudge. He had poked his cock into hundreds\nof females. It had never dawned on him that he was missing out on his\nown education by not looking up a gal like this. His charge had one\nup on him now. \"I say miss, if he ain't worn out your lady parts\ntoo badly when you're done, perhaps you'll consider giving ole\nMudge a try?\"Her tail lashed around like an angry cat's. \"You prick me with\nyour blade and then go askin to bed me. You ain't even asked me\nname!\"It was true. \"I'm so sorry - Miss...?\"She giggled again. \"Miss? You better have good aim if you're\ngonna play with the likes of me. I ain't into none of that there\nback door stuff, if ya catch me words properly.\" Jutto laughed\nwhile Mudge looked flabbergasted. She spoke up again.\" Me name\nhappens to be Rayelle. You can call me Ray.\"Mudge was running through all kinds of emotions right now. The one\nat the forefront was that Jutto was getting laid and he wasn't.\nEven a female of the non-mammalian variety was better than no female\nat all. From the looks of the two, they were going to be inseparable\nfor a while. In fact, they had just conjoined again in an\neye-mystifying display of acrobatic flexibility only an otter could\nhave survived. The two rolled down the glassy slope and into the\nwater again.With nothing left to do, he returned to the campfire. With his\nloins now enflamed, he really, really wished for a bottle of liquor.\nHe crossed his arms and stared into the fire. It was a good hour\nlater when the two remerged from the river. He had the brief presence\nof mind to wonder at their overall silence. Salamanders could absorb\noxygen through their skin as well as their lungs, but an otter had to\ncome up for breath now and again. He had heard nothing. However\nthey managed it, it was a good trick. But by damned if he was going\nto ask a greenhorn how they managed it.\nJutto sat down, and Ray sat on his lap, her long black tail wrapped\naround him and away from the fire. \" 'ere now Mudge. Why so sad?\nI'd offer ya some of what I've been giving, but this here friend\nof yours has taken a likin to me. It'd be a poor thing to cheat on\nhim after the first date. Maybe ya might get lucky anyway. As the\nsaying goes, there's plenty of fish in the sea!\"He shifted a little. \"There ain't no sea anywhere near 'ere,\nyou sassy little tart. As for fish, I already taught me friend 'ere\nall about the Golden Catostom. I ain't in no mood to have no bottom\nfeeder giving me me jollies. I outgrew that kinda stuff years ago.\"Despite his words, he couldn't help but look at her crotch in\nthe flickering firelight. It was still a hot pink slit glistening\nlike a ripe fruit. He felt a bulge in his pants. Damn! If it weren't\nfor the fact that he wanted to keep on the kid's good side (or keep\nhim alive) because of his aunt and her money, he would have drawn his\nsword and made his intentions obvious. But...it wasn't his style.\nHe sighed.Ray chuckled. \"Yer right honeybunch. Yer friend needs to relax.\nI think he's got culture shock or somethin. Here he is on top of\nthe finest place in the river, and he just sits there feelin sorry\nfor himself. Perhaps he needs a better friend than you Jutto!\"Mudge was getting angry. He didn't like being made fun of. His\nanger abruptly disappeared when seven sets of eyes glowed just\noutside the firelight. He grabbed his sword. Jutto laughed. \"Sit\ndown Mudge. Did you really think that Ray was living here all alone?\nThe hill we're sitting on is the roof of their home. Please meet\nher sisters!\"One by one the salamanders stepped into the circle of wavering\nlight thrown by the crackling wood. Each and every one looked like\nthe other. They introduced themselves individually. \"Hi handsome,\nI'm Domina!\" And so on down the line. There was Sollah and\nFallah, Mesoh, Lahnia, and Teena.His head was spinning trying to keep up. \"Err, ladies, I don't\nmean to be rude, but that's a lot for little ole Mudge to remember,\nconsidering you all look alike. Maybe in the daylight I could tell\nyas apart, but here and now, not so much. One of them put it rather\nbluntly. \"You're kinda cute for a fur-bearer. But ya see\notter-boy, ya don't need no light for what we want. And we know who\nwe are. By the time the sun comes up, we'll each have had a turn or\ntwo. If ya decide to stick around, then maybe you can learn our\nnames.It was a week later when Mudge finally left. He had to admit,\nthose gals was pretty good at being gals. It was doubtful he was ever\ngoing to get into another amphibian as long as he lived, having\ngotten his fill here. But what they lacked in warm blood, they made\nup for in sheer determination and imagination. It was with a heavy\nheart that he had left. Jutto had decided to stay. Mudge had argued\nthat his job had been to see him safely through the Miragok Plains.\nThe fact was, it turned out, that this was where the plains ended.\nOver the nearby mountain range was his destination. As Jutto\nput it...\"I'm close enough. If you really want to go visit my aunt, you\ngo right ahead. Here,\" he said, handing over a medallion, \"this\nis the family crest. You can tell her the truth, or you can lie to\nher and tell her I died or something. If I know you, you'll come up\nwith something. But I'm not leaving here. Heck, I've got enough\nhappiness lined up to last me for years!\"So off Mudge went. In the end, he did come up with a good story\nof how they were set upon by monsters, and how Jutto had fought\nbravely. His last words were to tell his dear aunt not to despair and\nto always remember him as a brave fighter. She cried of course, but\nMudge was right there to comfort her. She was deeply touched. Right\nup to her cervix she was deeply touched. And when it was time to\nleave, she showered him with gold. That solved the last of his\nproblems. Now he had money for booze. It was time to get insensible!It was while drinking his third glass of beer, and his four of\nbrandy, that the final piece came to him. The girls had told him\ntheir story, how their father and mother had been musicians. It\nhadn't meant a damn thing to him. He was, after all, making his own\nmusic right then. But it explained the girls far better than he had\nrecognized. Domina was the oldest, followed by Rayelle, and then\nMesoh. Too bad he hadn't caught on earlier. Remembering who they\nwere would have been as easy as Do, Re , Mi , Fa, So, La, and Ti. As\nfor the final note, well; he was now rolling in the dough. Overall,\nit had been a good adventure."}