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Chapter 6

Paul sat on the beach thinking about what Manda had confessed to him earlier that morning, and the more he thought about it the angrier he became. Horse play was one thing, but in Paul's mind what Biff pulled was akin to attempted murder, and he needed to pay for that, big time. The question was, how to beat the Rat to a bloody pulp without being arrested. Walking over to the Crest View, a plan formed in his mind; his smile was pure distilled evil. Cracking his knuckles, he headed for the pool.

Scanning the poolside there was no sign of the Rat anywhere, so he approached the first femme he saw, a shapely Raccoon in a lounge chair enjoying the sun.

"Par-don moi, dudette. Do you know where I can find the Biff miester?" Paul said in his best Southern California surfer accent. He had a huge grin on his muzzle, and the femme smiled up at the handsome rabbit.

"Well, hello there handsome. My, you sure are a tall drink of water ain't cha?" she said in a smooth Southern accent. "What can little old me do for you hunny? Please, set yourself down and talk to me," she said making room as Paul sat.

"Thank you miss hotness, I'm looking for my bud Biff, a totally radical Rat dude. He said he was like staying here. Know where I can find him?" Paul asked. While this femme was a real looker, she got a slight sneer on her muzzle.

"Call me Melody, and the fur in question is up in room 235, but I hope you don't have plans for tonight, sugar?" the Raccoon asked coyly.

"Whoa, hey there miss Melody, I'm Bill, far as I know nothing on for tonight, got something in mind?" he said with a goofy grin.

"You give me all kinds of ideas, but why don't you meet me tonight at the Cafe Palms at say...sex. Or would seven be better? And we can see what kind of mischief we can whip up together?" she purred, her green eyes seemed to glow with smoldering passion.

"Awesome! that would soo rock I am like so there! Sounds like somebody wants ta 'Rock the Cassba!'" Paul winked. "Sounds like a plan, miss Melody, see you when I see you." he said, lifting her paw and planting a kiss on her palm making the Raccoon shiver with erotic pleasure, spiking her nipples in the process. Paul grinned with a wink hinting at greater delights yet to be revealed. "Ciao!" he said as he strode toward the block of rooms as he headed to find the soon-to-be bloody Rat.

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He could smell the room before he got to it; the mix of stale sex, beer, unwashed bodies and vomit marked room 235 as the den of iniquity he was searching for. He wrinkled his nose as he slowly pushed open the door seeing a sea of passed out partiers littering every horizontal surface of the room. There must have been at least two dozen, mostly naked not that he minded for Paul appreciated the feminine form in all it's configurations and there were plenty here to admire in such interesting poses. Must have been one of those 'party-till-you-pass-out" affairs. Working his way slowly through the Celtic interlace of nudity and avoiding the puddles of puke, he found Biff in the bathtub wearing only a pair of shorts. He had to get him out of here quietly; popping into "Bill mode" and closing the door, he went to work.

"Duude!" he announced--far too chipper--grinning at the way the Rat cringed. The Rat seemed to be having a killer hangover; this was going to be easier than he thought.

"Wha?" The Rat mumbled, trying to focus.

"Biff-Meister! It's ME, Bill! We were gonna catch some rad waves this morning. C'mon dude let's rock and roll up outta here before all the tasty waves go hasta!" Paul said, thoroughly enjoying the pain he was inflicting on the dick-wad Rat. Pulling him to his unsteady feet they threaded their way through the comatose crowd. Biff not as successfully as Paul. the Yowl of an outraged female clutching her chest showed Ol biff-meister must have mashed a tasty Tit with his clumsy Rat feet.

It was all Paul could do to not laugh when the severely hungover rat stepped into the bright Florida sunshine, Hissing like a B-grade movie vampire.

"Duuude, Shades!" Paul poked the sun blind Rat in the chest harder than was probably necessary but got the hungover Rat's attention.

"Daaamn, That musta been one hella bodacious party last night" Paul chuckled at the look on Biff's face as he tried to remember.

"Oh yeah...uh Spring break is a total fuck-a-thon, party till you pass out. No one says 'No' at spring break, the normal rules just don't apply, if you have the balls to push it." Biff smirked.

"I come down here every year to raise hell, fuck anything with Tits and party till I pass out, then do it all again the next day. Say there should be some hot tail down here, what say you we see who can score the hottest piece of street meat on the beach?"

"Naah, ya wouldn't stand a chance dude, all the babes dig this surfer Bunnah, you might be able to snag a couple of blow-job boys in the back alley--you are really rocking that 'Rent-Boy' vibe." Paul said knowing the reaction he would get. Biff did not disappoint.

"What da fuck? You sayin' I'm some homo?" the Rat hollered, then winced at his own voice.

"Hey dude s'all good, this is Spring break ya don't have to pretend down here," the buck bunny chuckled knowing the effect it would have. "The way you mashed that tit back there says you are totally into dudes," he said with a knowing wink watching the rage build in the hungover Rat.

"Fucking faggot! I'm gonna kill you!" Biff bellowed, Paul laughed. "Gotta catch me first, cock smoker." he taunted, turning tail and making a dash for the pier.

The irate, hungover Rat stumbled after him, arms swinging wildly and bellowing incoherently as he gave chase.

'This was almost too easy', Paul thought as he fast-jogged away from the partied out Rat. Seeing a couple of cops patrolling the pier he called out as he ran past.

"Help! This guy is crazy!" he screamed, allowing himself to be 'cornered' at the end of the pier.

"Gonna_ kill _you motherfucker!" Biff hollered, bolting past the surprised cops as if they were cardboard cut-outs; they turned to give chase.

Paul shifted his stance slightly as Biff windmilled into him at full speed, snarling like a rabid animal.

Using the Rat's momentum against him, Paul grabbed his elbow, turned and catapulted Bif over the railing in one smooth move. The Rat flailed as he hit the water. The two cops dashed over just in time to hear the Rat's blood curdling screams and watch as two gray torpedo shapes flashed from beneath the shadowy depths of the pier dragging him under in a quickly spreading pool of red.

"You Okay sir?" one of the officers, a raccoon fem asked.

"Huh, oh yeah, um Officer...Stanton." Paul paused reading her name tag. "Damn that was intense. Did you know about those sharks?" Paul asked.

"We do Now." she said with a smirk. "Did you know that guy?" she asked.

"No, bumped into him up the way, he looked out of it so I asked if he was okay and he just went crazy so I ran." Paul said looking the raccoon in the eyes with a shrug. "I didn't want to hurt the guy so I just tossed him over the railing, figured the water might snap him out of it... "

"Good call." Her partner said "Let me get your details for our report." said a rather buff red fox, taking out his notebook and recording his statement.

"Do you think he was on some kinda drugs?" Paul asked.

"Probably. Spring break can be a real mecca for the designer drug crowd," Officer Maxwell grunted.

"Heh, he was saying something about party till you pass out, so I guess that fits. Me I just come for the sun surf and lovely views." he winked waving at the beach.

"Okay Paul, I think we've got everything. Try and stay out of trouble and enjoy the rest of your break." The Fox grinned.

"Thanks Officer Maxwell, Officer Stanton, keep up the good work." He tipped an invisible hat to the raccoon as he walked off. That went waay better than he was expecting. Permanently dealt with a menace to society and had a promising date with a ring-tailed Georgia peach, yup. Life was good.

=End Chapter 6=