# Simple Beginnings: Four Months Later

Author: Simplified
Tags: Action, Alcohol, Anal, Badger, Bat, Crime, Death, Drama, Drugs, Gore, Handjob, M/F, M/M, Oral, Otter, Ram, Rat, Stoat, Vaginal, Violence, Wolf, condom, meerkat


Four
Months Later







Four
months had passed since the tragic death of his beloved, Hannah.
Jacob had since separated himself from his old life in Corpus. He
had found himself living in a shitty second floor apartment in Waco,
TX. His personal health had deteriorated gradually since that night;
his dark hair had been allowed to grow all the way to his shoulder
blades. His father's old black leather jacket, which Jacob had
once worn with pride, was now a dusty reminder of his past, having
lost its shine long ago. His shirts were increasingly becoming more
tattered and sticky from spilled alcohol. The only thing he had
which made him sort of half-smile was the picture showing him and his
beloved in happier times. He kept it along with her rosary on his
dresser by his bed. He had never even looked at another girl since.
Little did he know, was that things were about to make a dramatic and
extraordinary change very soon.




Jacob's
day truthfully began with a dream. In this dream, he was out
somewhere in the middle of a huge wasteland. He was wearing some
type of black armor. A shadowy battalion approached him at a furious
speed. His hand went to his side for some type of weapon and
instead, he pulled out the ring he had given Hannah before she died.
It proceeded to melt in his hand, causing him to recoil in shock. He
looked up to see an entire army of Hannahs covered from head to toe
in grotesque burns. A sudden flash of light forced him to turn away
to face the blue sedan that had taken the life of his beloved. He
tried to move out of the way, but couldn't. He could only watch as
the vehicle exploded mere inches away from him, engulfing his entire
body in flames. CRASH!!!




He
woke up in a cold sweat. He looked to his left where the crash came
from but saw nothing... until he got out of bed.




"Ahh!
FUCK!!"




He'd
cut his foot on some broken glass. Upon closer inspection, he found
that it was the picture frame holding Hannah's photo. It had
fallen and shattered on the floor; he remembered that he had been
drinking the night before and he probably fell asleep while still
holding it.




"Jesus
H. Christ!"




He
muttered as he picked the pieces from his foot and dropped them in a
trashcan by his bed. He placed the picture in a drawer for
safekeeping. He got out of the right side of the bed to avoid any
further mishaps with the glass. He found the first aid kit in his
bathroom, he put on a rather crude bandage and then, went about his
daily routine.




Some
time later, Jacob was dressed, fed, and out the door. He got in his
truck and drove off. He pulled up in a parking lot by a small bar.
Jacob figured it would be close enough to working at a nightclub.
The difference was more drunken fights, less buxom femmes.




...




Meanwhile,
in a hotel overlooking Corpus Christi Bay, a pretty female meerkat
stepped out onto the balcony.  Her emerald-green eyes peered
calmly over the shimmering blue waters below.  Her petite muzzle
curled up in a cute smirk. Her red hair, still wet from showering,
blew in the wind.  Around her body, with the little hint of her
bosom showing through, was a white towel.  Her alert eyes
focused on a yacht moored to the pier.  She tapped quietly on
the railing as she looked upon the people gathering around the boat.




The
meerkat glanced behind herself, then scoffed, "Well, he's sure
taking his sweet time."




Just
as she'd said that, the glass door slid open and a tall, buff otter
stepped out onto the balcony.  She looked at him, "And you
say I take too long." then turned away to try to rile him up.




The
otter laughed, "Excuse me if I've got more to wash than you,
darling."




Hidaya
stuck her tongue at him.




Her
otter boyfriend hugged her from behind and without any words, he
began to nibble on her soft neck.  She could feel as he pulled
her to his body that he was wet as well, having just finished his own
shower.  She did not feel a towel on him, though.




She
grinned, "Sam, this isn't your house, you can't just walk
out here with your dick out."




Sam
ground his hips into hers while his paws ventured under her towel. 
"I know not all of you is complaining, Hidaya."




She
gasped when his fingers invaded her warmth.  "S-sam, not
now.  We have a party to prepare for, remember?"




He
turned her head back and kissed her lips while he felt her up for
about a minute or two.  He spoke into her cute, round ear, "I
remember, I just want a quick little kiss before we get dressed." 
He laughed then kissed her again before letting her go.  He let
her see him lick his fingers clean before he stepped back inside.




Hidaya
shook her head after her mate gave her some peace.  "I'm
taking a vacation after this."




...




Elsewhere,
at a bookstore on South Padre, it was business as usual for one ram,
Mick. He was standing at the counter reading The Caller Times when a
pretty vixen in a cute dress walked up. He could smell her perfume
without having to look.




"Excuse
me..."




He
put down the newspaper, briefly.




"Where
do you keep your little romance novels?"




He
looked at her oddly and nonchalantly pointed to the back. As she
left, he heard footsteps coming from behind. A lanky, tall vampire
bat took the young sheep by the waist and kissed him directly on the
lips, letting his long tongue tickle until the ram relented and
opened his mouth.




The
vixen watched as their tongues danced wetly between bat and ram.
When the kiss ended, the bat looked right at her with his eerie
scarlet red eyes and licked his lips before winking. She blushed
wildly and quickly vacated the store.




The
bat chuckled evilly, "Well, she was cute, wasn't she?"




He
kissed Mick again as he casually unbuckled the sheep's pants. He
held the ram's "rammer" once it had been unleashed, playfully
milked the long, smooth, pink muscle. The bat spoke softly, "I
woke up this mornin', Mickey, and you were gone. I understand last
night was our first time, but, I usually like a little
protein-enriched pick-me-up after a good night. But, I will thank ya
nonetheless; I can assure you, after last night, I'll be
rememberin' your sweet body for nights to come."




The
ram let the lecherous bat have his fun as he spoke "So, you'll be
talkin' to your boss about my current situation, Jimmy?"




The
bat paused in mid-stroke, his face a mixture of disappointment and
disgust before he faked a smile. He reassured him with a grin, "I
told you, sheep-boy! I got this. We'll all be up and out o' your
wool before you know it. I just gotta go talk with my people back at
the office."




He
kissed him one last time then somersaulted over the counter landing
neatly on all fours. He turned and winked at Mick as he put his hand
on the door handle.




"Don't
worry, Mickey! Ol' Jimmy's got your back; you can count on it."
He gave a corny thumbs up to the sheep before pushing on the door.




The
bell on the door jingled as he walked out.




Mick
shook his head and sighed before stuffing himself back in his pants.




A
black van awaited Jimmy as he left the bookstore; in the driver's
seat sat a badger smoking a joint.




The
badger spoke like a stereotypical Irish gangster, "Well, Mister
Darrell? Ye got the money?"




Jimmy
looked back at the badger with disdain then smiled. He crawled
through the driver's side window deliberately causing the badger to
drop his blunt. Jimmy picked it off the floor as he made himself
comfortable in the passenger side and helped himself to the green.
He blew smoke in the badger's face and he finally answered his
colleague, "No."




"Well
then, what the fuck are ye smilin' about ye bat-tard?"




Jimmy
answered with a wicked grin plastered on his muzzle, "I got me some
last night."




The
badger immediately knew what he was talking about. He laughed,
"You're shittin' me right?"




Jimmy
chuckled and passed the joint back to his companion, "Matt, if I
were shittin' you, I woulda come up with somethin' betta." He
reclined into his seat, "But yeah... Mick didn't have our money
again, third month in a row." His mind flashed back to the
previous night, to the ram leading him up to the little apartment
above the bookstore.




"So
the little asshole strips nekkid, says I can have 'im in place of his
pay." His mind flashed to the young, nerdy ram taking off his
clothes in his bedroom, exposing himself to the bat.




"And
of course, you knowin' me, I just had ta take him up on it." Next
the ram was on his knees, gulping the bat's lengthy, thick cock to
the root while he cradled the sweating danglers beneath. Jimmy kept
that going until he shot a full, hot load down the pitiful, but quite
handsome, ram's throat.




"And
I rode that little motherfucka all night!" He grinned as he
remembered himself crouched behind the ram, buried to the groin in
the sheep's tight ass, pounding him slow and hard until he came, then
riding him more until he added a couple more batches to that ram's
colon.




Jimmy
sat up to adjust his pants as those memories had caused quite a
reaction. "Now, if I'd known he swung that way before, after
sharin' so many beers with the guy, I'd have nailed him and his
sweet ass long ago. I mean," He put his right hand to his chest,
"even I've got a reputation to keep up, Matt."




The
badger shouted, "You fucked the sheep!?"




Jimmy
put a finger to his short muzzle, "Shush, Matthew. Not everyone
wants to hear about our dirty little details, you feel me?"




Matt
rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I feel you. So, what are you saying to the
Marks?"




The
bat scoffed, looking out his window "Oh, he's The Marks now is
he? Prick." He looked back at Matt. "We'll just tell him the
truth. The miserable little shit was unable to keep up his
protection pay for the third month in a row so, he must be taught
that even though your boss is miles away from where you live, doesn't
mean he can't just lean over and beat your ass. We just happen to
be the assbeaters to do that. Besides, I promised Mickey I'd be
back by tonight with his 'answer' and Jimmy Lee Darrell never
breaks a promise."




Matt
understood and turned on the ignition. He paused momentarily before
stepping on the gas pedal. He looked at Jimmy and said in a taunting
voice "You know she's gonna be pissed at you, right?"




Jimmy
laughed, "For what? I've seen the way she looks at other
girls when they pass us. Mostly because, I've looked at 'em
too."




...




At
noon during his break, Jacob was standing outside smoking a cigarette
when he noticed something glowing in the alley behind him.  It
was a rock; a strange glowing rock, no bigger than a blade of grass,
it looked like a star fallen from the sky.  Jacob bent over to
get a closer look.  The stone reacted when it sensed a carbon
lifeform nearby.  It jumped, tore through Jacob's shirt and
pierced him directly over his heart.
 


"Fuck!"
He cursed in pain before the force of the jump sent him flying out of
the alley to where he collided with some garbage bags in the
roadside.  He got up dazed.  After seeing that he was
alone, he dusted himself off, got back in his truck and hurried
home.


Jacob
made it back to his apartment; he began to feel a terrible sensation
in his left side as he went up the stairs.  He was doubled over
in pain on all fours by the time he got in.  He reached for his
phone to dial 911 when, suddenly, his shadow grabbed it for him... or
at least that's what it looked like had happened.


To
his utter surprise, Jacob's whole right arm had turned into a dark
shadowy form of itself.  When he tried to stand up, his legs and
lower body sank into the floor and he realized his whole body seemed
to have taken on shadow-like capabilities.  He ripped open his
shirt to see a glowing tattoo where the stone had pierced him. 
It looked like the head of some kind of bird over his heart.


"Oh
shit..." He muttered before he fell through the floor.
 


Jacob
fell into the room directly beneath his own.  An old stoat lady
had been sleeping on her armchair when the 5'8 tall black rat
crashed through her coffee table.


"Aaah!"
The stoat screamed and held her chest when she saw the bloodied body
laying on her floor.  When the rat didn't seem to move, she
got up, her walking stick held like a club.  "Mister?" 
She looked up and saw no hole in her ceiling.  "Where the
hell did you come from?"  She picked up her phone to call
an ambulance when Jacob suddenly coughed up blood.


The
rat rolled off the broken glass and he tried to get up.  His
body was all cut up.  The tattoo on his chest began to glow
again.  His many wounds began closing, pushing out what small
fragments of glass clung to him before regenerating flesh and skin. 
Jacob held his gut as inside, what injuries he incurred healed almost
instantaneously.   He looked at himself, watched every cut
vanish.  He noticed around bigger pieces the healing process
halted.  He pulled them out and those wounds closed up as well. 
He tried to get up but cursed under his breath when he tried to put
weight on his right arm.  He saw it had been bent backwards. 
He bit his lip then painfully he set the bone back in place.  He
cried out as the bone mended and flesh grew back.
 


The
stoat still held her phone as she watched the display.  "Oh
my god..."


Jacob
heard her that time.  He looked up, healed but now in torn
clothes.  "Um... Mrs. Davis?"


The
stoat recognized her neighbor now.  "Mr. Marshall..."


"You
have a clean shirt I can borrow?"  He grinned nervously.


She
nodded.  "My husband's clothes may fit you."


He
cleaned up, got dressed then without a word he stepped out leaving a
bewildered old widow behind.


...


Jacob
racked his brain on what had just happened.  He knew it had to
do with that stone he picked up.  What did it do to him? 
His thoughts were interrupted as he was grabbed from behind and
hurled into a dark alley.


The
next thing he knew, he had a gun pointed in his face.


A
male wolf, flanked by two pack members held up the rat, not caring
the rodent was slightly bigger.  Some rat in as nice a jacket as
this, he must have some cash on him.  "Ya know the drill...
cash now!"


Jacob
held up his hands, "Look... I don't carry that much, I work at
a fucking bar for Christ's sake!"
 


The
wolf growled, "I don't care worth a shit 'bout yer life
story, asshole.  Just give us all you got."


Jacob
growled under his breath, "Fine."  He took his wallet,
took what money he had inside then gave it to the wolf.  "There. 
That's it."


The
wolf snarled at the pitiful 5$ sum he'd gotten.  "Is this
it?  Fuck!"  He stuffed the money in his pocket while
his pack members fidgeted with the weapons they had.  Their
leader growled, "Give me your jacket!"


Jacob
backed away, this was his father's jacket; it was all he had to
remember him by.  "I can't do that."


The
wolf pushed Jacob, "I'll fuckin' rip it off you then."


Jacob
caught the wolf's wrist then smashed his right elbow in the
canine's gut.


One
of the wolf's brothers panicked when he saw the other get hurt and
charged the rat with a knife drawn.


Jacob
saw and caught him just as the blade went through his palm. 
"Ah! Goddamn!"  It was at that moment his tattoo
started glowing again and suddenly Jacob's full body turned black
and sank into the shadows taking the knife-wielding wolf with him.
 


His
two brothers watched with their mouths open, "Where'd they
go?"


Jacob
reappeared and he dropped their brother before them.  The young
wolf stumbled, bruised but still alive.  Jacob threw the knife
down at his feet.


The
three wolves backed off; one asked "What the fuck are you?"


Jacob
looked at himself, he saw how his body had returned to solid form. 
"I don't know what this is.  But-"


The
one wolf who had a gun on him fired.


Jacob
flinched and his body turned to shadow again.  The bullet passed
through him, and pierced the neck of the brother who'd been
standing behind him.


The
wolf croaked, holding his neck as it bled.


The
oldest of the three wolves took the gun from his brother and fired at
Jacob again, still the bullets passed through his shadow body into
the other wolf.


Jacob's
other arm swept forth and tripped the leader; it narrowed to a single
solid point then gored the wolf through, tearing his guts out.


The
youngest of the three ran, leaving his dead brothers behind.
 


Jacob's
tattoo stopped glowing then he fell.  He regained his senses
then nearly threw up when he saw what he'd just done.  "No...
What have I done?"  He shook his head, looking around to
see if anyone had seen him.  He saw it was already getting to be
night.  "I better go..."  He got up then walked
away from the corpses. 





...




Meanwhile,
on a yacht in Corpus Christi Bay, Hidaya and Sam both got into the
party that night.  Each had separate invitations so it would
appear that they did not come together.  Afterward, they split
up.  The otter went off to search the ship for a safe location
away from the crowd while the meerkat went into the banquet hall to
keep an eye on their target.


The
suisine captain stood with his bodyguards, two GSD dogs who kept a
vigilant eye out for any danger.


She
spotted Sam.  She took her cue then approached the bar where the
bartender served her a strawberry daiquiri.  As she took a sip,
her otter beau approached her like a college boy trolling for easy
tail.  She saw him and allowed one strap of her dress to fall.
 


The
otter sniffed the kat's thin neck as he traced a finger along one
single brown stripe on her back before he rolled the strap back to
her shoulder.  He made small talk with her, as they'd
rehearsed so vigorously in their hotel room before.  She played
coy, let him feel her up in public, especially in front of the
lecherous pig captain who had most certainly taken notice.


Hidaya
let Sam lead her away from the bar and out onto the deck.  "I've
got a nice quiet little spot where we can... talk some more."


Hida
stifled a laugh, "As if you ever just wanna talk."


Sam
grabbed her ass as they made it to the door.  "How long do
you think before he comes for us?"


"I'm
not betting on him being a polite piggy."  She quipped as
they stepped in, leaving the door unlocked.  It was the furthest
room away from the crowd.  It was a quaint, peaceful guest
room.


Sam
was on Hidaya as soon as the door closed.  She kissed him back,
letting his tongue pry her mouth open as he pulled her dress down.


In
record time, both lovers were naked and Hidaya was on her back as
Sam, dispensing with any notion of foreplay, drove his length between
her clinching folds.  Not before she made him put on a condom,
however.  "We can't leave evidence, and we both know how
much evidence you tend to make, Sam dear."
 


He
chuckled, "And they can't trace your pussy juice back to you,
dear?  Remind me how many mongooses or meerkats we've seen
since arriving in Texas?"


She
scoffed, "Good point."  She put the condom on for him,
then laid back.  "Come on."


Sam
didn't need to be told twice.  He took his position over her
and then with a strong, firm thrust, he was inside.


Meanwhile,
as Hidaya had suspected, the yacht's captain, the fat, sweaty hog
stood outside, his ear to the door as he listened to their hushed
conversation before it quickly turned to passion.  He laughed
evilly as he jiggled the knob carefully, pleased to find they'd
forgotten to lock the damn door.  Too easy, he grinned.  He
signaled for his canine bodyguards to wait outside as he crept in.


The
swine could feel his pants grow increasingly more uncomfortable as he
saw that tight otter ass flexing as Sam pumped his thrusts into that
tasty morsel beneath him.  The hog couldn't believe his luck,
these two were so engrossed they hadn't even noticed him.  He
licked his slobbering jowls as he undressed.  Naked, he crawled
across the floor, grinding his pork curl against that shag carpet as
he neared them, his snout twitching like crazy from the sex in the
air, his judgment perfectly dulled by the boner he dragged against
the floor.
 


Of
course, Sam and Hida knew he was there, they'd have to be brainless
not to realize there was a big fat pig in the room with them. 
She nodded for Sam and the otter picked up speed, tickling his
lover's clit while they kissed.


The
naked pig heard the meerkat moan through her orgasm and looked up
just in time to see the otter's veiny cock pulsing as it filled the
condom, turning the latex wrapper white while Hidaya's juices
squirted around his length.


Hidaya
kissed Sam as he quivered slightly from the climax then whispered in
his ear, "Get ready."


Sam
nodded then before the pig could make a move, the otter withdrew his
still hard cock from his partner then turned and sat on the bed,
helping Hidaya up so that she could also see the pig.  She
giggled, "So you liked the show, dear?"


The
pig sat there, caught red-handed, sweat pouring from his forehead,
"Y-ya knew ah was hea'?"


She
got out of bed then crawled up to him, putting on quite a show for
the fat porker.  "Well, we left the door open for you; the
way you were looking at me, I figured you wanted to play too." 
She dominantly placed her right palm on his snout and pushed him onto
his back.  She looked down at his erect cock, dripping pre like
a faucet.  "You look like you're fit to burst, Captain."
 


The
normally chauvinistic pig found himself entranced and trapped by this
small female who held his face with such sharp claws.  "Who
are you?"


She
crawled over him and looked him straight in the eyes, "You don't
need to know."  She started to grind herself against his
cock without ever letting him in.


He
groaned from this, feeling her moist pussy, still wet but clean since
her mate had worn the condom.  The pig whined,  "You're
gonna make me cum if ya keep doin' that."


Hidaya
never broke her gaze, "I know.  Go on, you don't have to
be the macho male with me, let yourself go."


Sam
held in the laughs as he watched his girl enticing their target,
while he also kept an eye out for the pig's security.


The
captain continued to whine, more like a child than an authority
figure, "But I don' wanna, I wan' tha pussy."


She
narrowed her eyes at him, dug in with her claws around his nose. 
"Are you refusing me?"


He
groaned harder from the pain, "Ow, ya bitch!"  He
rolled his eyes  back, not wanting to feel anymore pain and he
let it go.  His cock swelled and spurt ropes of his seed all
over his fat belly.  Being a pig, his large balls had plenty of
reserves so he kept shooting for quite a while.
 


She
laughed, "Wow, you never give this much, Sam!  At least not
in one sitting."


The
otter laughed back as he pulled off his condom, "Yeah, but at
least I'm not fat."


Hidaya
leaned in closer and whispered into the pig's ear, "So, Don,
how much did you pay the judge?"


He
was still dazed from cumming so much.  "What?"


Hidaya
dug deeper and made him bleed with her claws.  "That's
what this whole party is for isn't it?  Your acquittal. 
You were on trial for... what was it again, Sam?"


The
otter stood, now in pants, a silenced 1911 in his right hand. 
"Rape,  five counts for the rape of five underaged
females.  You should be getting buttfucked in prison by now, but
then all of a sudden, evidence was conveniently misplaced and they
had to let you go.  So how much did you pay?"


He
growled under his breath before shouting,  "Benji! 
Quaid!"


The
two dogs ran in as soon as they heard their names.  Each had
their pistols on the otter while the pig overpowered the female on
top of him.  He held her in front of him so Sam couldn't make
a move.
 


Hidaya
was smiling though, just what she wanted...  her eyes glowed as
did the tattoo on her back.  She put her free paw against the
pig's chest and then, there was a bright flash.


The
pig dropped to the floor with a gaping, steaming hole through his
body.


The
two bodyguards panicked, one fired at her, she dodged.  Light
energy gathered in her claws on her right paw and she threw another
blast blowing off Benji's head while Sam got Quaid between the eyes
with his gun.


Sam
held her and they kissed among the carnage.  Hida heard the pig
cough and turned.


The
pig coughed up blood as his life faded from him.  "Who the
hell are ya?"


Hidaya
looked down at him, "Like I said, you don't need to know. 
We've just killed you, so please die."

The
swine's head rolled back one last time and blood bubbled out of his
mouth as he croaked his last breath.


Hida
groaned,  "That's two more than we were supposed to
kill."


Sam
sighed, "No one said this job would be easy."


Both
took the time to get dressed.  Hidaya reached under the bed then
pulled out her laptop.  The laptop had the pig's picture, name
and profile.  She typed in mission complete, turned off her
computer, then passed it to Sam.
 


"Come
on, let's go."  She said before leaving.


As
she walked out, the laptop beeped.  She didn't hear, but Sam
did.  "Another mission already?"  He turned it
back on then looked inside.  He saw his next target then
nodded.  "It will be done."


Hidaya
had gone ahead of Sam.  She was lowering a lifeboat when she
sensed someone behind her.  The swanhead tattoo on her shoulder
glowed, as did her claws as she produced light energy.  She
turned to attack.  A webbed paw took her out with a single
strong punch to the head.  Sam picked her up.


"I'm
sorry."  He spoke as he lifted her over the rail. 
"But you brought this on yourself."  He dropped his
mate into the cold waters below.




...




Mick
was closing up the bookshop and setting the alarm when he heard a
knock at the door. Suspicious, he took his revolver out of the
drawer beneath the cash register, just in case. He looked through a
side window, but only saw a tattered old derelict in raggy towels and
coats. He unlocked the door to let in the old man when, suddenly,
the rags were blown off by a freak wind revealing the derelict to be
Jimmy Lee Darrell!




Before
Mick could shut the door, the wind blew it off its hinges, sending
him sliding on his back across the floor and knocking over some of
the bookshelves. One of the larger books hit Mick square in the face
breaking his glasses and smashing his nose. 





The
vampire bat entered in through the doorway. He clicked his tongue,
"Mickey, Mickey, Mickey; you should've known better than to open
doors for strangers. Didn't your ol' mama tell you that back
in--what was it? Scotland?"




Bang!




Mick
pointed his gun and fired.




Jimmy
reeled back in pain as he held his gut. He picked the bullet from
his wound. He then threw it on the floor as he glowered at the
sheep. The bullet wound healed. He opened a suitcase he had been
holding and took out a large black leather glove. This was no normal
glove for at the tip of each finger, there were these blades 10-12
inches long at least and razor sharp. With his non-gloved hand he
picked up the sheep and held him up close.




"Now
that was uncalled for, Sheepie." He spoke with a calm fury, "I've
been your friend how long, and you just shoot me like that?"




Mick
gulped, "Y-you're not my friend, I'm just a fence, I know how this
shit goes."




"Mickey..."
Jimmy tried to calm himself, "We drank beer together, smoked pot
together. I know that don't mean shit to no one else, but that's
friend shit for me." He put the ram down, "I'm supposed to teach
you a lesson about not payin' what you're owed, but I like you too
much." He petted the sheep, "I can give you options, you can
leave and I'll say you'd gone and left before I got here or... you
stay, on my dime. That keeps you safe from Jerry, safe from anybody.
The downside to that is though you'll keep your business, you answer
to me from now on."




Mick
gulped, "What would your boss say?"




"He'd
be pissed, but, as a high-ranking captain, I'm untouchable."




The
ram stuttered, "A-and your girl?"




Jimmy
laughed, "That's an ass whoopin' I'll take for you."




Mick
gulped, "And what would I have to do?"




The
bat delicately placed his bladed glove on the sheep's head then
guided him to his knees, "Need I say more?" He taunted the ram.




In
mere minutes, the bat's pants were down to his feet while the ram's
head bobbed in his lap.




Jimmy
laughed inwardly, sometimes it paid well to be on top.




...




Jacob
got home.  The stoat lady saw him.  She watched him go up
to his apartment.  Jacob started packing his clothes, and other
belongings into a suitcase.  He found some of the money he'd
been saving up for his next rent.  He took some for himself, put
the rest in an envelope.  Then he stepped out, locking the
door.
 


The
stoat watched him come back down.  "Where are you going,
Mr. Marshall?"


Jacob
stopped,  "I'm going back to Corpus.  This new thing
I have, I don't think it belongs in a place like this.  I
don't wanna hurt anyone."


She
nodded,  "You're a good person.  I hadn't gotten
the chance to know you so well, but I can see you have a good
heart."


He
sighed,  "Thank you, Mrs. Davis."  He gave the
envelope and the key to his apartment to her.  "Can you
make sure the landlord gets these?"


She
smiled,  "I will.  Good luck to you, wherever you go
from here."


Jacob
gave her no more than an awkward smile before walking to his truck. 
He got in, he put his suitcase in the back then drove off.




To
be continued...

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