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"Hawaii?" I asked into the tiny camera, "What's in Hawaii?"

"Are you serious?" the slightly tinny voice replied back, "Only some of the best beaches in the world!"

I gave the lens a questioning glance, "That's it? I thought the Hamptons would have good beaches this time of year."

"Yeah," the image of a fox staring back at me through cyberspace leaned forward from his computer chair, "but the Hamptons don't have warm waters so clear you can see the bottom like glass."

I scratched the back of my head with a claw, turning the idea over in my head. Kirk's dad had some sort of high position in a national real-estate corporation, and one of the properties he owned was a sort of winter home in Hawaii. They don't use it during the summer, and Kirk's father had some sort of frequent flyer miles that would expire soon. The fox's plan was to use them on a "buy two get two free" deal and fly a few friends out to the islands for a long weekend.

I leaned back in the small uncomfortable computer chair, "And how much overtime am I going to need to work just to afford this?"

"I told you, I'll take care of it; you're my plus one! I thought you'd be a little more excited, surrounded by nothing but water."

I groaned, a low squeak from the chair echoed in unison. "I'm a river otter Kirk, not a sea otter." I couldn't quite tell if the chair was groaning in agreement with me, or in protest of the idea that it would be stuck with me for another weekend.

The fox threw up a dismissive wave of his paw, "C.J., if your idea of fun is not beaches, booze, bikinis and bitches, just say the word."

I couldn't help but chuckle, that last part being a shared disinterest between the two of us. He knew that my arguments typically falter under good humor; a tactic used quite often for me to see his side of things; although that same thing I loved about him was something that kept us from ever pursuing a more intimate relationship. If he could turn my mind as easily as he could with humor, I fear what things he might talk me into doing with a flick of his tail.

"Well, I do have vacation days to use up; my boss said they won't roll over into the next year."

A pixelated grin flickered on screen that I swear could have reached from one side of the monitor to the other, "Perfect, get packing and I'll swing by Friday at noon to pick you up."

The screen flashed and the video call ended. I leaned back with a sigh, this time with no protest from the chair. Thankfully, Kirk was one of those friends that without his pokes and prods, I probably wouldn't do anything outside of my basic needs. Don't get me wrong, I like having fun; I just don't know how to make my own without the aid of books or video games. The chair beneath me might be getting it's own vacation, but my anxieties were only just beginning.

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Kirk picked me up on Friday, thought to be perfectly honest I wasn't expecting a limo service to Logan Airport; sometimes I forget just how well off his family actually is. It was then that he dropped the surprise that because of his name (or specifically his father's name) on the ticket it was going to be a first-class round trip, and he figured why not go first class all the way. The other guests, a ringtail named Sean and his girlfriend Celine, were already there when I got into the limo. On the way to the airport, we shared stories over cocktails. Celine was more than happy to get away from the office after a rather bad court case loss; Sean meanwhile was filing for a patent on a new water filtration system. Kirk was staying mostly quiet, he worked in his father's company as an intern, but hated working in an office setting; a few months ago he started going out to assist individual Realtors. The fox hated working for his father, but we never understood why; best we could assume was working with family was harder than it seemed.

"So what are you up to, C.J.?" the male ringtail asked.

"Oh you know, just surviving," I responded, sipping a martini.

Celine was the next to prod, "did you get that computer certification?"

"The A+ cert? Yeah, I got that a few months ago, still waiting to hear back from Psycho-Comp to see if I got the job though."

"Are you kidding?" Sean responded, "of course you got the job! I bet by the time we get back you'll be getting a call the moment you walk in the door."

"You don't get it, I've got no IT experience on my resume, just the same retail job I've had since senior year of high school."

Kirk leaned forward, "and that's why you're starting with an independent company to build experience. Hell if you want my dad has a couple of connections..."

I chugged the last of the martini, "No. Thanks, but I told myself I was going to do this on my own."

The fox's paw rose defensively, "Hey man, if that's the way you want to do it. Just don't be afraid to ask for help, okay?"

I nodded as Celine reached for another drink, "That goes for us too."

"Don't worry guys," I said reaching for a bag of chips, "I'll be fine."

Once we got to the airport, our business class tickets got us right onto the plane and the driver took care of our baggage. I had never flown this way before, it was nice to have leg room and sit facing my friends for a change. Our conversations this time around were more casual, moving between games and movies before getting down to what exactly it was Kirk had planned. I'll admit a lot of these luxuries seemed a little alien to me. The last time I rode in a limo was high school prom, and it was odd to have a steward check in on us ever hour; at least I got a good view of his ass when he walked away, not that bunnies are really my type. I decided when I met Kirk to just enjoy the rare moments of indulgence that included me, it wasn't worth thinking about why they happened, so I just made sure I had fun and didn't overstay my welcome.

We landed in Honolulu sometime later, where yet another limo was waiting to drive us to the winter house. The house itself was more akin to a fancy cottage, with the Hawaiian style architecture of course. Two bedrooms, an open concept living room that merged into a kitchen, and a bathroom. Of course it had additional comforts that it's tradition brethren lacked, such as WiFi, AC, dishwasher, and a decent sized TV fitted with games from Kirk's childhood. Sean and Celine shared one of the bedrooms; Kirk and I got to share the other.

I raised an eyebrow at the notion, "Awful convenient your parents only bought king and queen sized beds."

"All part of the plan," Kirk snorted, "You'll also notice I conveniently had someone remove the couch and air matresses."

"Fair point," I said as I dropped my stuff, "can you blame me for thinking that though?"

"Well you know what they say, an otter is just another term for a wet fox; and we foxes will do anything for a good lay."

I laughed, "I thought the stereotype was that you'd do anything for a lay, period."

He smiled, "I have something called class, you know."

The first thing on the list was to walk the beach near the house. The scenery of the island was beautiful, and the sand was warm between my webbed toes. Kirk, Celine, and Sean took some time to dip their feet in the sea, but I decided instead to stay on the beach looking for seashells. Eventually we all started to look for some driftwood to build a fire, we had arrived a little late, but just early enough to search by daylight rather than flashlight. The sun had set by the time we got the fire going, Sean and Celine had taken a log as a seat while Kirk took a nearby rock to sit on. I on the other hand started building a little bed from smaller stones atop the sand, an old trick my father taught me that also helped with drying off after a swim.

"I say tomorrow, we go for a swim at one of the corral reefs," Sean suggested as he tossed another chunk of driftwood onto the fire.

"I've got a guide that can take us to one of the most active reefs around," Kirk chimed in.

"How about we start with some surfing?" Celine kicked her paws against the log, "Do you know how to surf, C.J.?"

"Huh?" I stammered as I looked up from the fire, "Uh, not really."

Sean cocked an eyebrow, "Is everything alright, C.J.?"

"Yeah," Kirk continued with a look of concern I could only guess was genuine by the light of the fire, "you've been really quiet since we got to the island. Is something bothering you?"

"No," I said poking at the hot coals, "just, thinking."

Kirk looked from me to the two ringtails, "Come on man, tell us what's wrong or I'll stick a jellyfish down your pants while you're sleeping."

"Nothing, just anxious I guess."

Celine padded over to me, "Is it the job?"

I looked away, "... Yes."

"Dude," Kirk said while placing a paw on my shoulder, "you'll be fine. You aced that A+ certification."

Though the pun was bad, I smiled, "I guess you're right, nothing I can really do about it but wait and see if that's enough for a mom-n-pop computer shop."

"Just have some fun while you're here, worry about blowing their minds when you get back."

We stayed until the fire died down before making our way back to the cabin. Once there we played a couple of old-school video games, including an old racing game which Kirk knew all too well. After a few races and beers we decided to turn in for the night, retreating to our respective rooms. The bed wasn't what I was used to, but it was comfortable enough that I didn't have much issue falling asleep. Kirk stayed to his side, and I stayed to mine.

It wasn't until probably 4 am that I was awoken by a paw lazily hitting me across the muzzle. I hadn't slept in the same bed as Kirk before, so his sleeping habits weren't very well known to me. I rolled over to my other side, hoping the increased distance would save me from whatever monster he was trying to scare off in his dreams. I was just about ready to fall back to sleep when I heard a more than audible sound coming from beneath the covers.

Christ, I thought, did he start dreaming he was a skunk? Conscious or unconscious if he considers that a joke then he's one sick puppy; I got out of bed and decided to take a walk along the beach, this time by my lonesome. I felt like I probably needed to air-out anyway. It wasn't bright enough outside yet, so I brought a flashlight and sat on the log that was previously occupied by the ringtail couple. Now I could actually think without interruption as I listened to the water crashing into the sand.

The truth is that the IT job wasn't the thing on my mind. I know computers, and the interview went on without a hitch. No, the thing that weighed heaviest on my mind was the thing that surrounded me. Don't get me wrong, I do love being around water, but the type of water I'm used to are rivers, lakes, and pools. I have a fear of open water; have been afraid of it ever since I was a kid. In closed water, you know what's in the water and more importantly, how to get out of the water. With the sea you could be pulled out by an undertow, attacked by predators, and it's too easy to lose your sense of direction because there's no markers to tell where you are. I counted myself lucky we didn't take a cruise to Hawaii; I'd be staying in my cabin the whole trip. Still, I'm drawn to it for some reason, I don't know why but I am. Maybe it's some primal part of me that desires the freedom of water without boundaries, but the question still remains whether or not that part of my psyche is stronger than the fear that churns my gut every time I stare out to the open sea.

I decided against trying to overcome my fear in the dark, so I headed back to the house. Kirk was sleeping soundly, and it seemed that any trace of flatulence had dissipated and he'd reverted back to a position that didn't put me in the line of fire of another fist. I was out cold by the time my head hit the pillow, a sliver of sunlight showing in the distance.

The next time I opened my eyes, a ginning fox was hovering over me. "Did you know you snore?"

"Mmmm, Kirk?" I asked rubbing my eyes, "What are you-"

It was then that I noticed the tip of a canine penis sticking out of his sheath, staring at me. He was completely naked, and upon further inspection I found he'd removed my clothes in turn.

"Just wanted to surprise you," he said as he leaned in close for a kiss.

I pushed a paw against his chest, "Dude, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Come on C.J., you can't be that dense."

Despite my question and protesting paw, he planted a kiss on my lips, then on my neck, chest, stomach. I didn't quite know what to do, one of my best friends was about to go down on me, and I was just lying there. I didn't know what was stranger, the fact that his muzzle was centimeters away from my sheath, or the fact I wasn't stopping him. It wasn't until he was just above my sheath before I pushed him off me, which left him with an expression of confusion.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Kirk?"

The fox sat there and stared at me, "What did it look like, genius?"

My cheeks felt warm as I thought for a second, "I never asked for a blow job you know."

"Yeah, and maybe I just wanted to do something nice for you." He snorted; the faint scent of alcohol caught my nose.

"You just took me to one of the most amazing vacation spots in the US, you've gone beyond the definition of 'nice' already, why try to jeopardise that now?!"

"Because I want you to actually have fun on this vacation instead of worrying about every little thing. Hell, things are looking up for me; I'm no longer an intern, one of my father's realtors hired me on as a closer. I actually funded this retreat, the only thing I used outside my own resources was my father's name to get priority on the business class tickets."

"I am having fun, but I don't want to run the risk of losing a friend, and I don't want to just be an expense; I wan to pull my own weight."

Kirk shot me a piercing glance, "But I want to help you. If I didn't push you to do things, where do you think you'd be right now?"

"I-" I stammered, trying to find some sort of counter argument.

"I'll tell you, C.J., you'd still be that awkward kid I met in college that buried himself in books rather than making friends. And answer me this, are you happier now?"

Damn, he wasn't even joking and already he was tearing my argument apart, and he'd been drinking! I don't know how far the cunning of a fox can really go, but I was beginning to wonder if what he was saying was true, or just manipulation. I got up off the bed, grabbed my speedo and a shirt, and walked out of the bedroom.

"I need to clear my head," I shot back just before leaving the house.

Down at the beach, I walked far enough away that the house was barely visible. The waves crashed into the shore and yet again, I found myself standing near the water, but not even bothering to get my paws wet. I slumped down with my head in my paws, pulling at my hair in frustration. Damn it, I thought, why did Kirk have to go and mess up a perfectly good thing? All I had to do was sit and relax in one of the most beautiful atmospheres on the planet, but then he goes and makes things complicated. Or was I the one complicating things? I mean, he wasn't joking to try and get his way like he usually does. Is it possible I over-reacted? But then another thought crossed my mind that put all previous ones to shame. Did I just sabotage myself?

When I really thought about it, I do like Kirk. I like that he pushes me to do things, and while not every plan of his turned out well (I mean, look at what just happened), he never blamed me or tried to make things my fault. Looking back, he protected me just as much as he pushed me. The only fault in this equation was myself, my fear of loosing such a good friend was keeping me from pursuing something more, something I knew I wanted but told myself was never worth the risk; and now I might have doomed both those possibilities with one fell swoop.

I tossed a pebble into the water in frustration, only to hear something cry out in response. I looked over to see dolphin walking up to the shore from the water. It was rubbing the top of its head and walking towards me. The first thing to go through my mind was, oh crap, I just hit someone! The second thing was realizing this was probably the first time I'd seen a porpoise up close; they're pretty rare where I'm from, though I think that really just came down to climate. The water seemed to glide off the grey skin like glass, and all I could do was sit there dumbfounded.

"Is this your rock?" he asked in a voice that could've passed for either gender. I was actually having a hard time trying to figure out which one, as although they didn't have breasts, they were wearing a woman's bikini bottom. "Hello?"

That snapped my out of my daze, "What? Oh my god I'm sorry!"

He cocked his head to the side, "You okay buddy? You seem a little out of it."

I scratched at the back of my head, "Let's just say my vacation just got a little more complicated."

"Girl troubles?"

I shook my head, "guy troubles really."

"Ah," he said as he sat next to me, "tell me about it."

I averted my gaze, "One of my best friends just came onto me."

"Wow, that must have been awkward."

I shook my head, "That wasn't the awkward part. I think I might have made a mistake."

He leaned in close to me, "what do you mean?"

"I don't know, I just got this feeling like I'm in the wrong here."

He nodded and sat cross-legged beside me, "Maybe you are."

That one took me off guard, "Pardon?"

"Maybe it's your gut instinct telling you that you made the wrong choice."

"... Oh crap," I said placing my hands back into my paws, "I really fucked up this time."

"Hey guy," the dolphin said taking one of my paws away from my face, "making the wrong decision isn't the end of the world. How about you start from the beginning?"

I gave a little sniff, "Okay. My name's C.J. by the way."

The dolphin extended his hand, "Dorian, nice to meet'cha. So tell me what got this whole thing started."

I talked to him about everything, the video call, the limo ride, plane ride, and of course everything leading up to my fight with Kirk. "Really?" Dorian asked, "You'd practically jump off a cliff as long as someone made you laugh first? Damn, I've gotta find my old book of knock knock jokes."

I snorted, "I'm not that easy. Besides, as much as Kirk pushed me to do things, he never explicitly put me in harms way."

"Well, there's definitely something blocking you from pursuing him. I don't know this person but he seems all right to me. Maybe you're just over thinking things, how about we go for a swim, take your mind off it."

"Um..." I started, "I, I can't."

Dorian's eyes went wide, "No way, you can't tell me an otter doesn't know how to swim!"

"I know how to swim," I shot back, "I'm just, not used to open water."

"Not used to, or afraid of?"

I gritted my teeth before answering with a low voice, "... Afraid."

The dolphin narrowed his eyes before pulling me to my feet near the water's edge. "Now I get it. You're letting fear make your decisions for you, that's your problem."

"That's not true!"

Dorian dragged me to where the water lapped at my paws, "Prove it."

"Are you crazy, what if we get lost, or swept out to sea? What if-"

"What, are you also afraid of sharks? Cause I passed some on my way here."

I stared at him for a moment, "What?"

"Yeah, they were in a body building competition a few miles down the beach."

I tried to suppress a chuckle to no avail, "I guess that one is pretty silly."

He nodded and pulled me closer to the water, it was much warmer than anything I'd felt in Massachusetts. "And don't worry about direction, I grew up on this island, I know the waters here like the back of my hand. Plus, we're both stronger swimmers than all three of your friends combined."

I was now ankle deep in seawater, "Well..."

Dorian turned my head to stare into his eyes, "You'll be fine, I promise."

The water between the webbings in my toes was soothing, warm, and crystal clear. I wanted to overcome this fear; I just never thought someone would help me through it. By the time our tails were completely submerged, we were swimming side by side in water so clear I almost thought it wasn't even there. It felt more like flying than swimming. First he brought me to one of the most colorful coral reefs I'd ever seen, populated by a wide array of sea life. It didn't look very deep down, but surprisingly it was harder to get right down to the coral. I followed Dorian along the reef till the water became shallower, and before I knew it we were back on a beach.

"Wow," I said, "It's beautiful down there."

The dolphin nodded and blew some excess water form the hole atop his head, something that caused me to do a double take (I'd never actually seen one do it, not even on TV). When I turned around to look at the other side of the beach, I didn't recognize anything along the shore.

"Um, where are we?" I said with a little bit of panic in my voice.

"Relax C.J., We're on a smaller island just off the coast of Honolulu. You can still see the shoreline behind you."

Sure enough, I could still see some of the shoreline, and even a small outline of what might have been the house I was staying at. It relaxed me a little, and I began making one of those rock beds to dry off on. Dorian did the same, building one that conjoined with mine. It was just the two of us; on a fair sized Island and from what I could tell we were alone.

"You like it?" The dolphin asked.

"This is nice," I responded, "thank you for taking me here. To think I could have missed out on something like this or seeing that gorgeous reef."

"It's like you said, sometimes you just need a little push."

"Well, you've managed to turn my day around, Dorian. Still..."

The porpoise gave me a questioning glance, "You still worried about Kirk?"

I nodded, "I'm just not sure what to do now, I might have screwed every chance I had to keep him as a friend."

"That's true."

My ears turned to his direction before my head did, "Well that's not very reassuring."

"C.J., things can't go back to the way they were between you two. Too much has been put on the table, you'd just be lying to each other if you chose to ignore it." He turned over onto his side, "But you do have a choice of what can come of this little event. Decide based on what you want though, instead of what you think will be the best for the both of you. Kirk's reaction will tell you if anything can still be salvaged."

I let out a deep sigh while staring up at the blue sky, "I guess you're right."

"I know I'm right," he said before getting up.

The next thing I knew Dorian was sitting on top of me, straddling me with the fins on his tail lightly resting against my feet. I was about to get up when a silky smooth gray hand kept me from rising any more than a few inches. "Dorian, what are you-"

A finger pressed to my lips hushed me, "Tell me C.J., what are you afraid of?"

"Well," I said removing his finger from my muzzle, "What if someone sees us?"

He leaned in close, "Is that it? The island is uninhabited until some billionaire comes to buy it, no boats have come by, and you and I are the only ones strong enough to swim this far off shore. What are you really afraid of?"

I tried ignoring the tingling in my sheath from the pressure of having him on top of me while I tried to find the words, "I'm afraid you might be making a mistake!"

Dorian cocked his head to the side, "Excuse me?"

"I'm afraid you'd regret what we're doing. I'm afraid that somehow, I'll disappoint you. I know I want this, my libido wants this; but how do I know you actually want this? How-"

Again, a smooth finger pressed against my lips and kept me from going on, "I was the one that straddled you, remember? It's my choice to worry about, and whatever I might feel later, I'll deal with it. We can't read each other's mind and know what the other really wants, but part of the fun is the mystery, the discovery. Just sit back and relax, I'll take care of the rest."

I swallowed hard and decided to lower myself back down onto the rocks. Something about what he said clicked with me, and despite my own protests still echoing in my head I decided to trust in what this strange creature was telling me. In some part of my brain I knew my arguments were irrational, but at the same point those same arguments made what Kirk said all the more relevant. If I listened to myself and myself only, I'd still just be that antisocial kid buried in a mound of novels. Maybe it was time to let go of the reins and let something out of my control take hold.

Dorian undid the laces on his bikini bottom, tossing them to the side and moving south towards my groin. He stopped at the bulge growing under my speedos and gave it a quick nuzzle before giving the higher point of the bulge a kiss. Slowly he removed the silky swimwear from around my waist to my thighs, knees, ankles, and finally completely off to rest with his bikini. On his way back up, he brushed his nose up along my inner thigh before bumping into my balls and sheath. The head of my penis had already slid out with the top part of the shaft; the dolphin took this into his maw and began to suck.

I had to keep myself from making a sound, what this porpoise knew was incredible. His tongue dug deep into my sheath to rub at the parts that weren't even fully out yet, meanwhile every bob of his head I could feel myself hardening inside his maw. There wasn't anything for my paws to grab ahold of, instead my tail kept lashing back and fourth, shivers running down my spine and all the way down to the tip of my tail. From the low rumbles in the back of his throat, I could tell he was enjoying it as much as I was. When he was done I was rock hard, slick with saliva and even a little bit of pre dribbling down the underside of my shaft. Dorian moved up, brushing his groin against my erection before positioning himself with the head of my cock under his smooth tail. A long prehensile penis slithered out from a slit barely noticeable in his groin, resting itself just below my naval.

"No one can hear us," the dolphin said with a smile, "it's just you and me. Give me all you've got, stud."

With that he lowered himself onto my cock, slipping in with little effort. Once settled, he began riding me up and down, starting with long drawn out movements, slowly finding his rhythm. As he began to build momentum, my mind drifted away into some unknown place and my body began to take over. I began to thrust into him, webbed paws grasped at his hips and my tail began to curl around his, damp fur sliding against smooth porpoise skin. It was amazing, letting go and giving into my more primal urges as I began to grunt and pant with every hump. When I felt myself close to climax, a deep moan escaped me as my cock twitched and spasmed inside him, warm semen emptying into him in such volume I could feel it trickle down into the fur in my lap. As my orgasm began to taper off, I could hear him moaning for his own release and I took a firm grasp of his shaft and began stroking it quickly. When my thumb slipped down accidentally and slipped near the base between the folds of his slit, his eyes went wide and his cock shot out strings of hot seed all the way up to my muzzle and chest, a sharp sound escaped his throat as the last amount of cum dribbled out. Exhausted, the dolphin collapsed on top of me, nuzzling my neck as my panting began to subside.

I wrapped my arms around the silky smooth body, both of our erections had retreated back, and we just lay there with a thin layer of damp semen between us. It didn't have much of a scent, but to be fair porpoises didn't really have much of a scent to begin with. The sound of the waves and the gentle massage of the rocks beneath me threatened to lull me into an afternoon nap (I could only assume it was noon with the sun directly overhead).

A soft voice spoke into my ear, "You keep performing like that, and you'll never disappoint whoever's lucky enough to find you in their bed." A paw gliding along his back was my answer; a sigh escaped my throat. "What's wrong C.J.?"

"Don't get me wrong, I had a lot of fun. Just, now I wonder if I can even go back to Kirk."

"You have to," Dorian's response surprised me.

"What do you mean?"

The dolphin waved an outstretched hand in front of my vision, "Look around you, you're on a deserted island, surrounded by corral, and have a creature from the sea laying in your arms after having sex on the beach."

I cocked an eyebrow, "Are you saying this is a dream?"

A firm hand groping at my sack gave me the answer, "I'm saying this is a fantasy. If someone told you this is how they spent their vacation, how many eyebrows would you raise?"

"I see your point there, but why does it need to end?"

"Because all fantasies do. You'll live thousands more, but the fact that they're short will make the memory all the more special."

"So you're saying I can't take you with me?"

Dorian smiled and tapped my head with a finger, "I'll be up here. But here," he pressed a finger to my chest where my heart beat against his digit, "that's for someone else, the one that will give you a life that will blur fantasy with reality."

I wanted to believe I could live the rest of my life on this island, catching fish and gathering supplies from passing sailors; but I had to trust that this magnificent porpoise lying in my arms wouldn't lead me astray. We laid there for a long time, before we decided it was time to part ways. We swam back to the reef before we gave our goodbyes, and I swam the rest of the way to the Honolulu shore. I didn't remember the swim being this long, and by the time I hit the shore I had to lie on the beach for a solid minute or two. When I'd finally caught my breath and opened my eyes, I was looking up at a very familiar fox.

"C.J.?" Kirk asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I blinked a few times, "what's up?"

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you all morning!"

"I told you," I said while standing up, "I had to get some fresh air."

The fox looked me up and down, "... why are you naked?"

I was about to tell him about the dolphin and the island, but remembered what Dorian said. "Lost it in the current."

"Okay... Anyway, I wanted to apologize for the way I acted. It was wrong of me to assume you felt the same way. And-"

Before he could go on I planted a kiss on his muzzle, "No, I'm sorry. I was afraid of loosing you as a friend, and denied the fact I wanted something more. I'm ready to take that next step now."

He stood there flabbergasted, "I-I, Um... O-okay. So... we're cool right?"

"Yeah," I said wrapping my arms around his shoulders, "We're better than cool; but before I get back into bed with you, we've got to discuss your Dutch oven tendencies."

-End.