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I didn’t really expect him to turn up. I don’t know why, but I guess that was just my brain and tail feeling sorry for themselves.

The first I knew of it was one of the guys answering the door, and a very distinct voice asking after me. I was in my room at the time and almost fell off the bed.

Shit! Fuck! Paws damn it, where are my shorts?

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I scrambled myself into something half-decent – I couldn’t find a shirt to save my life - before inching the door open and peeking my nose out. Kal was at the door, and both Simon and Luka were sat to a stunned attention on the sofa in the middle of the flat. I remembered what they were half-spluttering in amazement.

“Scott? You mean Scotty? You’re… you? You’re here for Scotty?!”

“Not absolutely sure why that’s so hard to understand, but yes. And at the risk of repeating myself, is he in?”

I slunk back behind my door, leaning against it and putting my paws together in thanks.

Thank you Jesus!

He was soooo cool! Mmm that voice, and I could smell ‘im from my room too; but now I could hear Kal calling for me, and it was time to face the music. I straightened my ears and brushed down my tufty white belly fur, before padding nervously out into the living room.

“There ‘e is!” Klaus’s smile was gorgeous, “pardon me!”

And the look on my flatmate’s muzzle as he ever so politely excused himself past him, was just precious! He was wearing this sweat-soaked grey tanktop, and beautifully tight navy gym shorts, with a small towel draped over his left shoulder. Klaus padded over and gave me just the biggest hug, which made me go desperately pink, my ears flopping back and tail slinking between my legs.

“Way to go, Scotty man!” Everybody was suitably impressed, so much so that I just shrunk towards my big Doberman companion to hide shyly. His big paw was around my shoulders now; felt so comfy and wonderful.

“Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Si?!”

“Shut up!”

Go ahead fellas, knock yourselves out! I don’t mind them turning themselves inside out over me for a change.

“British faggot in the house huh?!” Luka decided to open his big muzzle!

“I’d choose your next words very carefully, sunshine. Cos’ they might be your last!” Klaus relinquished his hold on me, before taking the towel off his shoulder and standing there, snarling in Luka’s direction.

“Whoa whoa! I didn’t mean nothin’! We’re all tail lifters here, man. Me, Si… your new boy toy.” He gestured over to me with a cigarette-filled paw, “we just kid around. Sorry if I hurt ya’, big guy.”

Klaus huffed and frowned. If Luka wanted to throw down, he didn’t stand a chance. My big dog would take ‘im out. I felt like sayin’…

Go get ‘im sexy!

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Mmm let ‘im off the leash and see what fun could be had of an afternoon. I suggested we go to my room and, with that paw around my shoulders again, we padded away and shut the door. I quickly opened it again and snarled at Luka.

“Don’t ruin this for me!” I hissed angrily.

“Cheerio mate!” And he saluted before laughing; asshole!

Slam went the door again. I was thankful for being out of that cauldron, but thumped my head against the inside of the door in frustration.

“I’m real sorry. He didn’t mean anythin’” Coulda died of embarrassment!

But Klaus seemed settled enough, padding around, checking out my little corner of the world, before heaving himself up to sit on the generous window sill.

“They sound like a fun bunch!” There was this sly, sarcastic smile on his muzzle as I turned and padded to the center of the room, leaning against the wall, “you don’t put up with that all the time do you?”

“I… I kinda got used to it.” I brought myself to sit on my little bed, hunched over and so totally not brave enough to look up at him.

Now and again I’d sneak a peek at those open legs, the bulge in his shorts, the wet sweat patches in just the best places.

My nose was snuffling and going crazy over what it could smell. My crotch was burning and starting to tent my shorts again; and my tail, fuck me! I constantly had to reach around myself to bat it downward.

Down! Dow… I said, stay the fu… fuckin’ get down! There!

It was exhausting; but most of that was being tired of hiding how I felt, of being the girly, virgin fox in a dorm room of rampant polygamous assholes!

“Can… can I offer you a drink? I… I haven’t got much, but I figured since you’d been working out, you’d like one.”

Take a breath Scotty, for paws sake! I was so nervous.

“Sure, I’d love one thank you.”

“Mountain Dew? Doctor Pepper?”

“Mountain Dew would be just fine, Scotty, thank you.”

“Sorry it’s warm. I don’t really trust leaving drink in the fridge.”

Klaus cracked open the tongue and supped deeply, sighing happily as he sat perched on the ledge.

“I like your duvet. That’s so cute.”

Damnit all, I hadn’t changed the sheets! I still had my Bears duvet cover; fuck! I don’t think I could’ve got any redder in the muzzle.

“It’s from home, I… I don’t really follow them anymore. Something my Dad was into, but I lost interest pretty quick.”

I couldn’t think of anything else witty to say, so I just remained my mute self, smiling over my drink and desperately trying to conjure up some courage to stop the awkward silences.

“Bears huh? I’m a football fa… sorry! Soccer fan myself.”

Great! Another subject I knew jack-all about. I should really get out more.

“Still, Bears are pretty good or so I’ve heard. And I bet you’re a wild animal under the sheets huh?!”

I almost snorted my drink again! I discretely crossed my footpaws as I felt my ears turn backward, shying my muzzle away from my new friend. Klaus on the other paw seemed as happy as a clam, turning his muzzle now to his underarm and screwing up his face.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry about the uh… heh, smell.” He leapt off the sill and stood before me, paws in pockets now, “I’ve been delinquent in having my usual shower, must look a mess.”

“No really, s’cool. Totally cool!”

You’re damn straight it was cool! It was fuckin’ awesome. I sat there on my duvet looking up at him stood there; and now he was stretching. Oh fuck! That muscle, that chest, those bedroom eyes; I was so fucking wet by now, it was hard to hide.

My nose started to go into overdrive, and my tail was impossible to control. I mean heck, my head was at the level of his bulging crotch and everything was becoming a blur; words, actions, any outside stimuli. My body and heart knew what I wanted. It was now just a case of whether I could be the naughty little fox I had always dreamed of being.

“Scotty? Scotty are you OK mate?”

I think I’d just got to the point of no return, with my nose honed in on that body and my eyes in a daze of need. I must’ve tuned out. Klaus leant down to me and soothed a paw to my muzzle.

“Scotty? Your tail’s on fire.”

Nothin’.

“Building is falling down. Godzilla attack. Scotty? Scotty, mate?”

“Huh! Oh… oh I’m sorry.” I finally snapped out of it; and I was just mortified. I couldn’t stop the tears coming.

“Oh my goodness, are you alright?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I bawled my fuckin eyes out, shoulders shivering and crumbling in total defeat, “I’m so silly and stupid and I wanted to ask you out and I can’t and I’m just sitting here and ruining everything as usual, and being stupid and…”

“Hey hey! Shhh it’s OK.” He took me into those big paws again. Man, it felt so good! I snuffled sadly into his bare-furred shoulder until we parted and I dried my eyes, ears all floppy and my muzzle hung at a sad angle away from him, “besides, I’d love to go out with you.”

“You… you would?” I was still blubbing when he gave me a flash of that dazzling smile again.

“Of course. But I think I should… get to know you a little better first.”

Oh man, the way he said that, almost made me cum. He stood back up and grinned at me, before taking off his tanktop and flinging it onto my bedside table. It was just a sleek masculine mass of rippling muscle, tight abs and pure olfactory heaven. His fur was almost glistening, damp across his sternum and onto that six-pack tummy where it had tufted and stuck against the shirt.

Klaus would tell me later that as he stripped, I had what the Brits call a positive-q sign look; and when he explained, I agreed. My muzzle was open, my tongue panting and lolling out; I wanted him so bad!

“I think I know what you want.” Klaus turned and slipped his paws around the waist of his shorts, all the while looking back at me over his shoulder; and then he slipped them off, bending totally over and leaving me staring head long under his tail, my muzzle inches from heaven. Soft, sweet and slick tan fur that rounded up and under that nub, starred by his pink-black puckering ass and complimented by the midnight black suede that lined his butt and coated that muscular back; he was so gorgeous!

Back he spun, stood there in his damp, white (B)own Me jockstrap, fiddling a paw under the waistband and almost snarling at me, “mmm am I right?”

I think I just nodded, gasping or gulping an uh huh; felt like I was gonna pass out, I was so excited.

“What you waiting for, fox?” Klaus padded forward, the bulge of his underwear pressed right against my black, pebble nose, “you know you want to.”

Every syllable of that amazing accent combined with every bit of sweat and scent I could smell, ushering my trembling paws to either side of his hips and slipping his underwear to the floor. I felt his paws on my head, stroking my ears and now I really couldn’t resist. I slipped off the bed and onto my knees, diving my muzzle under those huge black balls, digging my paws into Klaus’s thighs and inhaling. He smelled so fuckin good!

My paws didn’t grip him for very long, cos’ I wanted to grab my own raging hard-on. I moaned my way through the deep breaths I was taking, pawing off through my shorts whilst allowing his huge dick to rest up the bridge of my muzzle, dampening the fur between my ears. I could feel the heat and the throb of his fleshy member, that musky smell of cooped up dog that drives me insane. Each time I rounded my tongue on one of his bollocks, I could hear him whine. Every time I rubbed my nose across the tightening skin, he’d growl and I’d feel his paws grip my ears harder. I was losing control and starting to snarl my way beneath him, arching my body and reaching upward to kiss his perineum.

“Mmm you’re an eager one! I like that.” He shifted, turning to the right and placing his right footpaw atop the bedside table, the other to the floor “try this! I wanna hear you enjoy what working out does for my body.”

I slunk across the floor, struggling out of my shorts as he wiggled his ass at me, a perfect scene set against the cool draught; dark, mysterious and hot, like a shadow ironed to the glass. Every breeze sent him my way, and it was making me drip. I crawled over and knelt beneath, kissing and sniffing and oh god I couldn’t stop. The sweet forbidden musk of worked-up, run-tired Doberman was something of which I would never grow tired. Unable to decide where to go next and clouded by my own pent-up heat, I rounded on his ass, my paws firmly on those muscled buttocks to dive right in.

I sniffed and munched my way across sodden, intimate fur, reveling in how beads of sweat were trickling down his back, sliding over his tail and hitting my nose. I started to side-bite at his nub whilst my right paw slunk between him and fondled his bollocks. It was the agonizing pleasure of wanting all of him, all at once!

“You like what you smell, naughty boy?” Klaus relinquished his pose that gave me so much beautiful access, and stood over me again. I was on all fours and, whilst losing his ass, I regained the sight of him fully hard, the waft of his sweaty crotch enough to make me whimper as the breeze blew around and between him. My tail was almost curled over my back, preparing for something that I had long waited for; but he knew how to tease! He left me looking up at him and nodding like an eager puppy; and I was ready to play!

“Up you get!” Those big paws helped me up, “Cos’ I don’t think I’ve had the privilege.”

Before I could utter a word, his muzzle softly locked with mine, and I just simply melted. I allowed myself to drown in his fresh breath, his talented muzzle and the smell of sweat evaporating from under his paws and across his chest. The control was all his and I was happy for that, cos’ it’s not like I had any experience with this. The damp feeling of his wet body against my fur was amazing, a firm tepid curtain of sweet raindrops mixed with the elixir of his breed’s natural, tangible power. Then there was that cock, that rigid, veiny flesh that jutted against my tummy as we kissed, radiating a sticky, ureic musk up to my nose. Sure I felt tiny in comparison, but there was no doubt in my mind where I wanted to be; perhaps I was so pent-up and dumbstruck, I couldn’t ask like a good little fox.

Oh goody, I’d have to be bad.

I had closed my eyes in our kiss as if I’d fallen asleep; I wasn’t, but the whole day was becoming like a wet-dream come to life. The only interruption was Klaus suddenly pulling away and staring at my door.

“What’s th…?”

“Shhh.” He gently pushed a paw against my muzzle and smiled wryly, before padding, almost on his toes, to the door. Klaus turned to me again after putting his left ear against it, and feigned a giggle before his paw reached out for the knob real slow.

He turned it all of a sudden and flung the door open, yielding both Kal and Simon falling unceremoniously into my flat. I instantly yelped and reached for my shorts on the floor, crossing my footpaws in desperation at not being seen naked.

“Can we help you?” Klaus stood there, arms folded and his right footpaw tapping the ground.

“Ow, get offa’ me, Si! Uh… no no, um. We were… we were just…”

“You were just being nosey blighters!” Klaus squatted down; he was still totally barefurred, and there was something about him being in that position that made his butt all the more tempting, his balls dangled so deliciously between his legs; sit on my muzzle Klaus, I want it! Damn my shyness! “now unless you lads fancy joinin’ us, I suggest you toddle off!”

“Yeah we’re… yeah, sorry Scotty, Klaus…” Kal was fixated on that semi-hard dobe dick; it was so hilarious. Dream on dude, he’s mine.

“Mister Cholmondely!”

“Right, sorry uh mister… uh yeah, sorry!”

I’d never seen them cower like that; eyes wide and absolutely seething with jealousy. Is it wrong to say I kinda’ enjoyed that? We both watched them scramble to their footpaws and make themselves scarce, before Klaus got back up and shut the door.

“Well isn’t that a pity?!”

“Wh… what do ya’ mean?”

“That your friends don’t have the same gumption and… allure as you do.” He came back over to me, paws on my sides and that muzzle deep into mine, “having said this, I have an idea.”

I was so disappointed that he stopped kissing me, I just remained stood there in the middle of my room with this gone-out look and half-open maw . It was a while later before I realized that he was getting dressed again, and a horrid shock of cold shot right through me. What have I done? What have I said that’s pissed him off?

“Hey Scotty! Don’t look so glum, mate.” His paws were resting on my shoulders now, trying to pick me up by nuzzling the bridge of my hung muzzle, “s’just that I think we’d have a better time of it if you came over to mine tonight. We’ll order a bite to eat, and then you can have as much dessert as you wish.”

Oh murr! I think I practically crushed him into a cuddle I was so happy, my tail wafting around at speed and my ears perky once more.

“Heh heh, you’re welcome.” His façade was all rather taken aback I think. But that murmur was wonderful; the whisper of his voice and the smell of his drying sweat engrained into the tanktop, just made me feel so much more alive.

I don’t think I’d ever dressed myself quicker in my entire life. Klaus just stood there giggling to himself as I launched myself around my room looking for a shirt, and some socks and a pair o’ shorts and… I was so excited, I probably came off as the perfect immature lover. I dunno whether that was a bad thing, cos’ Klaus seemed to really like it; and I mean really like it! I bent over once to put my shorts over my paws, and I felt him behind me, that thick, tented tumescence hotdogging under my tail, right between my buttocks. Fuck, I went weak!

“Mmmm just… measuring up.”

We’d only known each other for a matter of hours, but I felt like I was his possession; and I loved that. He padded out and I followed like a lovestruck cub with hearts in my eyes, Kal and Co watching with open maws as we strode towards the door.

“Where… where you goin’?” I think Kal was real sore that we were leaving. Voyeur!

Klaus turned and grinned, grasping a hold of my right paw and delivering just the best one-liner to shut ‘em up.

“I’m about to improve the “special relationship”. Don’t wait up!”

Yes! Felt so good, I actually stuck my tongue out at my flatmates and waltzed away with the big dobe leading me on. The last thing I heard coming from the apartment was Luka I think, making some smart-assed comment from his usual position on the sofa.

“That dog’s gonna’ hollow ‘im out like a fuckin’ Easter egg!”

Oh boy, I sure hope so!

Klaus lived at K.Friedrich Hall which was a five minute walk from mine. It was still light out, the haze of a summer evening heavy on the fur and the eye with the rush of traffic on the Tri-State and the Dan Ryan a constant drone. We didn’t talk much, just holding paws tight and exchanging blushed smiles at one another.

The blush on Klaus’s muzzle was just so cute, like a fresh cut in a black forest gateau with the deep cherry juice seeping into the flesh of the cake.

I don’t think I could’ve struck up a conversation even if I’d tried, as my heart was practically bounding out of my chest and up into my throat.

He had a private en-suite room on the ground floor of the building, set just off the park. I’d never got to this stage in a relationship before, so I was terribly nervous as I wandered in behind Klaus. Everything was immaculately tidy, with a sofa and TV in the center of the room, bed to the right and the aromas of what smelled like eastern spices, incense and heat rub! Apparently it’s called deep heat in England which sounds pretty dirty to me; but hey, they’re Brits!

I was captivated by all the pics on the walls. Mountains, rivers, deserts, cities; it looked like he’d done it all and he really couldn’t have been all that much older than me. I must’ve been totally zoned in on some of these, cos’ before I knew it, Klaus had made himself at home, sat totally barefurred on his couch and beckoning me with a wag of his finger. His legs were apart, balls resting beneath the towering throb of his hard cock.

My blood rushed in two directions; muzzle and dick! I padded over shyly, ears folded again and my shorts triangulated outward.

“I think foxie deserves dessert before dinner.” And he patted the side of the couch as I inched out of my shorts.

I knelt to his left, eyes trained on his doghood that twitched before me, inches from my tender nose; and now the musky smell was too much to resist, and I reached forward, grasping him gently with my left paw before sinking my grateful muzzle over his tip. I felt my own dick drip and dampen the couch cushions as I suckled on the first two inches, before coursing my cool nose up from the base. Long, drawn-out pressure that made him whine and close his eyes, evolved into me lapping my tongue out and rounding on that meaty member. He was bigger than anyone I’d ever seen in real life or in the magazines; and that was just perfect!

I was able to encircle him with my tongue, tasting every last dried drop of day-old sweat and sniffing deeply at something I hoped against all hope would soon be a part of me. Klaus started to huff and pant as I feigned gentle side-gnaws at his underside, teasing his frenulum and pulsing another spate of lukewarm precum to dribble agonizingly down his shaft.

“You’re… you’re good at this” He half-laughed in a pleasured surprise, running his big left paw down my back and squeezing my exposed rump.

I wanted to service him, big time! I was desperate for how it felt, for that unique feeling of relieving the sanguine, endorphin-soaked pressure in a huge hunk of male. The feralness of it all, the way it made me feel wild and unashamedly vulpine; and this feeling welling up inside me, combined with the smell of Klaus’s crotch, eventually made me snarl and rise up.

I turned on the sofa, leaning my paws and head over the back and waggled my rump, tail-high. Klaus didn’t say anything. He just got up and my ears heard the click of a cap – I gathered it was a bottle of lube – before I felt this hot, fleshy length sidle up against my rump.

“You’re new to this, I can smell it.”

“Take me Klaus, please!”

The feeling of that soaking, slick member resting against my butt was enough to make me delirious, gripping my paws into the sofa and folding my ears back in submission. I pushed my tail as high as it would go, wagging it slightly so he could sniff how hot and bothered and desperate I was. Desperate, aching, sore; I needed doggy dick, and I needed it right then and there! He was everything I had always dreamt of, standing right behind me and ready to take me. My head was full of dirty thoughts; that length of musky cock, those full nuts and the overwhelming shiver of pleasure that I got from imagining him emptying himself into me.

There was a paw tweaking my ass, making me twinge and whimper, before Klaus took a hold of either hip and now that thick cockhead was right where I wanted it to be. I have to admit that first time he eased into me, I yelped out loud as though someone were pulling my tail off! But he was so very gentle and caring that it made me get all teary.

“You OK?”

“Mhm… just go easy on me.” I remember grunting that between grit teeth as I felt him there, his paws gripping once more before he continued.

“So tight.”

“Oh man” I’d clamped my jaws on the back of the sofa now, stifling myself as he got deeper in, the pinching pain subsiding into sheer bliss, “oh fuck, Klaus. I’m gonna’…”

Yep, and that was me done, paws damnit! The feeling of him only half way in was enough to send me over the edge, screwing up my eyes and moaning into the fabric as I dripped a long hot stream of fox cum onto my friend’s nice clean sofa.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

I heard Klaus chuckle softly and withdraw to stand there behind me, fondling his hard dick. My tail was still hovering high and obscuring my view of him, but I was glad to be screened away. It was so embarrassing.

“No need to be sorry, my foxy friend.” He soothed in that inimitable English way, “I’m just glad you got your taste of what we can have so much more of in the future.”

I spun round slowly, careful not to touch my damp rump to the cushions, and came to stand before him.

“I… I can have more?”

“Sure you can. If you’d like that, that is?”

My right footpaw started to twizzle, and my paws didn’t know where to go.

“You’re the adorable little fox I’ve been eyeing up for a long while.” He tilted my muzzle as though inspecting me. I didn’t feel degraded; I felt empowered by his presence and maleness, my nose still twitching as if wanting more of what he had between those legs.

“Mmm would you like to give me a helping paw? Or muzzle?” The enunciation of each and every syllable made me hard again. The way Klaus spoke made me unbelievably horny, and his tolerance of my short fused staying-power in the heat of the moment, just made him all the more attractive.

“Yessir!” Never dropped to my knees faster.

“Good boy” Klaus murmured as I dug my nose into that tempting, truffle-black pouch, sniffing and kissing every fluid movement of those powerful ,fecund orbs that lay within.

My nose traced his every shake and frisson as he grew tense and tight, his paw moving faster and harder, up and down his dick. I loved the way I could just kneel there and have as much of him as I wished, inhale his most secret, special scent to my tail’s content; had my brush in twists and convulsions, he smelled so good. It just got better and better as he came closer to letting go.

“Oh Scotty. Oh shit!” My big dog’s muzzle was sky-bound as my own muzzle became relentless, suckling on his bollocks until they released, unlocking him in the best and worst ways, “here it comes. Oh fuck!”

I remember him grunting and growling out loud, head down now with a ridged muzzle as he slung his paw up his length one last time and spurted down my back and across the floor. My maw almost chewed on him as I felt him spasm, enjoying the thought of flooding biological pleasure rushing so quickly and rashly to a stuffy, erotic summer night. His powerful thighs trembled and footpaws slipped slightly as it all subsided, his paws letting go of his grip and… there was that smile again.

“You are something else, Scotty. That was amazing.”

I looked up at him and grinned, licking my nose clean with one swipe of my long tongue. The way he covered me, marked me in his fluid; it was the sexiest thing yet from a dobe who was already setting up camp in my heart.

Actually, screw setting up! He’d built the tent, got the sleeping bag and started the fire. It was the most wonderful feeling. Toast my marshmallow, you handsome hunk!

We’d regularly have nights like that one, and I would get better and better at taking him; but he never got angry with me or anything if I couldn’t. I found out more about myself as much as I did about my globetrotting lover. Reconciling myself with the fact that having him wet and raw, straight from the gym floor, I started to relax and surrender to my very basic, naughty fox instincts. It wasn’t just his body that I wanted. I wanted him to whisper that sexy accent into my ears and make me beg for cock! You remember the scene in A Fish Called Wanda where she gets turned on by someone speaking Russian? Well this was exactly the same. I think it all came about when Klaus was proudly talking about his adventures in South East Asia one afternoon, and I, having been lying back on his sofa to read, started to bite my bottom lip.

Over and over and over, his smooth deep tone just drove me nuts, making me roll over and start to hump slowly against the sofa. My teeth would be clamped into a pillow, or my muzzle would be rolling obsessively against the furniture arm; and then I’d start to grab and tear at my own clothes, dreaming about his paws ripping them off me, taking me in his arms to make rough love up against the wall.

As soon as he stopped and turned, cup of tea in paw, he’d frown with a sly smile at me.

“Cushion tasty?”

“Fery thasty!” I’d go bright red and sit back up, coughing to clear my throat and head. I don’t think I ever told him how much him just talking about anything got me riled up. I guess it was pretty obvious!

But having said all this, I got the suspicion that I wasn’t alone. Sometimes I could smell someone else on his muzzle, but I ignored it. There’d be photos missing from his albums without explanation, but I didn’t ask. Then there was me finding some girl’s thong under his bed, and a pair of boxer shorts that weren’t his in the bathroom cupboard; but still I didn’t flinch. I was totally smitten for him, and probably a fool for thinking he wanted me when he could have any hunky dog or fox that he desired.

He did give me some wonderful solo pics though. Klaus did love showing off. He had the goods to show off in the first place, so I couldn’t blame him for that. Now and again he’d surprise me at my flat, and he’d put on a private show just for me; that is before he roped me up with his worn jockstrap, wrapped it around my nose and muzzle like a set of reins, and humped my ass for a half hour! Fuck, I was in heaven!

Perhaps this was just sex. Got me all upset when I thought of that.

I dunno, I guess I was living in a dream world all of my own creation. My heart said that I wanted Klaus all to myself, and that he could never possibly want anywhere else for his most intimate of needs. On the other paw, my head said, let’s face it! If Klaus had the choice, he wouldn’t choose some girly innocent who likes the quiet life and is so totally clingy, he might as well be a fucking fridge magnet on the dobe’s ever so tempting, magnetic ass!