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THE TRUTH COMES OUT (A WALTER FOX STORY)

by Little Bill

(WARNING: The following story contains references to sexual activity between humans and sentient alien animals. Please do not read this if you are a minor or are offended by such material. But if neither is the case, enjoy.)

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story follows the stories "The Furry Sex Scandal", "The Furry Sex Scandal: The Aftermath", “Fox From The Stars," “Pit Stop", “Good Will Sailing", and “Too Lonely".)

If you have read my previous account, dear reader, you must think that I have the reputation for getting away with anything, considering what I have gotten away with. Well, not quite.

I have mentioned in my previous account that I had sex with Sammy Skunk. Yes, dear reader, real sex, as in I actually put my penis, knot and all, into Sammy Skunk's anus. And he and I actually believed I could get away with it. But Jeremy Wolf, the then-new Director of PERC, noticed I was later than I was supposed to be when I arrived at PERC base, and had put two and two together. Since Sammy Skunk had become an Earth citizen and was technically an Earthian, I had violated the rule that members of PERC could not have sex with Earth natives.

And this was not a minor rule that could be ignored. This rule was established largely out of fear of possible disease transmission between our kind and Earth natives. When we first established our research center on Earth, humans were far more cautious about us than they are nowadays, since humans have become more accustomed to us, and we have not mounted an invasion force to take over Earth or spread nasty alien diseases to Earthians, or have died out from Earthian diseases like in the H. G. Wells story War Of The Worlds. We animal-people are not as heavily watched or feared like we were when we first arrived, but that does not mean we could be outright careless. And what Sammy Skunk and I did was exactly that.

If you have not read the full account of what Sammy Skunk and I have done, what happened after Jeremy Wolf figured out what we had done, he was obligated to take me to an emergency meeting with a hastily gathered group of Earth authorities at a building some distance from PERC base. Believe it or not, dear reader, after the meeting I ended up neither penalized by the Earth authorities nor by Jeremy Wolf. Why?

For one thing, Jeremy Wolf had just been named the new Director of PERC and did not want an embarrassing scandal to start his term. For another, the Earth authorities were reluctant to punish an animal-person for having sex with another animal-person, even in light of my serious technical violation of PERC rules. Especially when they learned that Sammy Skunk had never had sex with another animal-person until my tryst with him! And they were willing to allow me this one offense after my basically good record of behavior despite four years of having the most dangerous and stressful job at PERC.

Though I went unpunished, we all realized that what I did had to be kept a secret, for if the news got out among my colleagues, my status at PERC would effectively be destroyed and I would be a pariah among my colleagues. Forget the Earthian furry fantasies about how homosexuality is common and widely-accepted on our world. It is not. But my crime was less about the homosexual aspect than the fact that I got too close with somebody who was an outcast from our own kind. Though nobody has openly said anything in front of me, the Director's and my abrupt disappearance from PERC base for a number of hours could not possibly have gone unnoticed.

I suppose it was inevitable that eventually somebody would discover my secret-and it did happen one day. Namely a day when I was scheduled to do a mandatory interview with Sammy Skunk and his “sponsor" Jim at their apartment, in the city near where PERC base was located. The first few times I went by myself, but afterward I would bring one of my assistants along for the eventuality that any of them would perform the task in my place.

This was not my first visit to Jim and Sammy Skunk since “the incident". I did visit them shortly after the fact to assure them I harbored no ill will against them, and I did often stop by them if I traveled in their direction on any trips to or from PERC base, and they always seemed to welcome me, if nothing else because it tended to disguise the fact that Sammy Skunk had left PERC in disgrace. Many of my colleagues resented Sammy Skunk for the embarrassment he caused PERC. I could not, because his leaving PERC was largely my fault. Billy Otter, one of the PERC members who came after the time of the scandal involving Sammy Skunk, did not resent him but viewed him as an innocent victim of unscrupulous human furries. Which is the same as mine. Jim might be loved by Sammy Skunk, but no other animal-person will ever like him...and Jim and Sammy were well aware of this.

Billy Otter and I drove in a PERC sedan carrying the usual recording equipment, went to the prearranged parking space, and lugged our equipment up the stairs of their apartment building to their apartment. We made our standard greetings, set up our equipment, made the usual legal statements, and interviewed Jim and Sammy Skunk together, then individually. Everything went pretty much as standard, Billy sitting and watching while I did the interviewing. When that was over, Jim and Sammy, although they were not obligated to, made lunch for us and we all ate together. To my surprise, Jim made an excuse and left the apartment, leaving us animal-people alone together. We had already packed up the recording equipment and we could leave anytime, but Sammy Skunk wanted us to stick around. No surprise as we were two PERC members who were not condemnatory of him.

Basically we socialized, and then we talked about the goodwill sailing trip we had years ago, that I already described in another previous account. Billy Otter had actually swum on the surface of the lake near the city while Sammy had ridden on his back when we were out on Sammy and Jim's catamaran.

Finally, Sammy said to Billy, “I realize that this is asking much of you, but please don't be offended."

Billy gave a half-smile. “If we ever go out on the lake again, I'll give you another ride. Unless you gained weight."

“I haven't," replied Sammy. “I hope it isn't forward of me to ask me to snuggle with you. And I don't mean romantically."

It is something that animal-people do if they are close enough friends, and even strangers might do so if they have to share a bed or other close quarters, as a way of feeling more comfortable if in an unfamiliar location. You may have noticed, dear reader, how pets at home, or in a pet shop, or in a zoo, might curl up against one another when lying down. Yes, we animal-people do the same thing, and when I travel with any colleague to an unfamiliar location, I oftentimes curl around this person, whether male or female. Typically, when two animal-people are curled together like this, one does not try to hit upon the other person; in most circumstances it is considered extremely improper, and you can face serious consequences.

“Okay, why not?" said Billy.

“All three of us?"

I assented too; it was actually considered more proper for several animal-people to snuggle together. So we moved to the bedroom and curled up onto the queen-sized bed, which had plenty of room for us. Yes, this bed might have seen all sorts of homosexual activity upon it, but we were not squeamish about the fact. We sociologists have slept in plenty of hotel and motel rooms which have seen who-knows-what-happened events. And Jim and Sammy Skunk's bed was about to host another event...which I supposed was bound to happen sooner or later.

I lay on one side of the bed, facing inward, with Sammy Skunk facing me, and Billy Otter laying along Sammy's back, facing toward us. Sammy and I put our arms around each other, and Billy put his arms around Sammy. Once established in this position, Sammy Skunk looked very content, no doubt because he was entwined between two of his fellow animal-people who did not scorn him. Unfortunately, this contentment must have made Sammy Skunk forget himself and unintentionally reveal our secret.

Sammy Skunk instinctively moved his snout closer to mine. While, as I mentioned, even animal-people who are strangers to one another might cuddle under certain circumstances, licking and kissing was not proper. Yet Sammy was, evidently unconsciously, moving his head so that we were actually touching noses...and I failed to react. I even failed to react when Sammy stuck his tongue out and was running it against my mouth, and even starting to push it in. Perhaps because Sammy and I had actually mouth-kissed before, but this time we had an audience.

“What are you two doing?"

Sammy and I both jumped, startled. Billy Otter was sitting up, staring at the two of us in shock.

“I'm sorry!" Sammy shouted. “I forgot and thought I was with Jim!"

“I didn't think Jim's wolf costume was that authentic!" came Billy's reply. I was a fox-person and not a wolf-person, of course, and Jim's wolf suit did not cover his face.

“Look, tell you what," Sammy said hurriedly, sitting up. “Let me face you instead. I promise I'll keep my tongue in my mouth!"

But the damage was done. “Do you want to say it or shall I?" said Billy.

“Say what?" I asked.

“Remember when you were suddenly confined to your bedroom by Jeremy Wolf, just after he was named the new Director?" Billy responded. “And then you and he suddenly left PERC base without a word, and came back hours later? How you didn't say anything about it, and Jeremy didn't either? I knew something had happened, and I think I can make a logical guess what it is."

Sammy looked absolutely miserable, and said, “All right. It was all my fault."

“No, it wasn't," I broke in. “Now you know. I violated the big PERC rule. I put my penis up Sammy Skunk's anus."

Billy winced. “It must have been painful!"

“Not as bad as I anticipated," replied Sammy. “Hate me if you wish. I tempted Walter into doing this, and he finally succumbed."

“You must have been very persuasive," Billy replied sardonically.

“It wasn't just that one time. I've invited Walter to have sex with me before, but he always said no. Until that time. Probably because Jim was not home at the time."

Billy was surprised. “You were deliberately cheating on Jim behind his back?"

Sammy snorted. “You think I was kidding when I said that Jim and I have an open relationship? We really do bring in other partners, although maybe once a month at most. The rest of the time we have each other."

“Why have other partners at all?"

“Why not? It's not as if we have a family and worry about having children. Jim was doing that sort of thing long before he met me. These were people whom Jim had sex with for years. What was he supposed to do after he met me, tell them go away? It wasn't just with Jim that I had sex with that night, I also had it with his furry friends. If I did it then, why shouldn't I do it afterwards?"

“But you just said you were trying to get Walter to have sex with you. Were you trying to get him to join your group?"

“No! Not if he didn't want to, and I'm sure he didn't. I just long wanted him as a lover, or even as a sex friend."

“Special feelings toward him, or any animal-person would have done?"

Embarrassed, Sammy replied, “It was Jim who took my virginity in the first place. Until Walter, all my sex partners were humans. I never, ever had sex with any animal-person in my life."

Billy Otter looked distinctly uncomfortable. “So that's why you so desperately wanted to have sex with Walter!"

“No, no, it's not as if I were ashamed of never having had sex with another animal-person. It's that I was thinking of how Walter had mentioned having had no sexual release for years, and that any love affairs with any PERC colleagues would have been out of the question, because each one that did take place ended up coming to grief. So that left me, the only animal-person around who wasn't also a colleague.

“Yes, what I did was play the 'bottom', which is homosexual slang for being sodomized when having sex with another male. And for the record, I do play both 'top' and 'bottom' when having sex with other males, and yes, I enjoy both roles. I really am homosexual. I really do enjoy sucking cock and having butt sex. I really do find males attractive. Yes, including other animal-people, not just Walter. I enjoyed cuddling him, deep-mouth kissing him, licking his penis, and having him shove it into my rectum. Maybe that's why I never had a girlfriend. Perhaps meeting Jim was what finally made me realize my inclinations. And yes, I would gladly have you as a sex partner if you wanted it and it wouldn't come to grief."

“Um, neither is the case," replied Billy. “And for the life of me I cannot even imagine how anybody could really like anything stuck up their rectum. I've had proctological exams and found them quite uncomfortable."

“Same with me," I added.

“Where the doctor puts a finger up your rectum and feels your prostate? I admit I'm too young to have to go through that sort of thing. Of course Jim actually did that to me to prepare me for insertion of his penis. And it did hurt at first. But after the initial pain, it actually felt good. Maybe it's an acquired taste, or maybe I'm wired differently or it's psychological. But I even enjoyed taking Walter's knot. That was painful at first, but the pleasure was worth it."

“Physically?" asked Billy. “Or the fact that you were successful in seducing Walter Fox?"

“I guess both," admitted Sammy sheepishly. “But I did want to make him happy, not cause him to do something he'd regret afterwards."

Billy turned to me, so I told them, “If you're wondering if I felt that I had degraded myself by having sex with another male, I admit that I didn't feel ashamed of myself afterward. But no, I didn't discover homosexual inclinations on my part either. I still much prefer female smells and the soft pillows of a vagina, which Sammy unfortunately cannot provide."

“But what did you expect to happen afterward?" Billy asked me. “That you could have done what you did and nobody would have been the wiser?"

“Yes," I replied, embarrassed. “Sammy had a supply of the odor-killing chemical which I put on myself after everything. I rushed back to PERC, and to my shock, Jeremy Wolf was standing right by the door to our department."

“He suspected already what you and Sammy Skunk had done?"

“Not until he smelled the chemical, whose smell was almost gone. But he did wonder why I returned later than I was expected to, then he called me into his office. He hit up on me, but as I suspected it was only a psychological test to see if I was willing to have sex with him to keep the secret. When I refused and indicated I was ready to submit myself to the Earth authorities, he did just that.

“In the Earth authorities' office building, a bunch of us assembled at a hastily-called conference, and Sammy Skunk and Jim were also there. We explained what happened and why. It seemed none of them were upset with me over what Sammy and I had done; in fact they seemed almost pleased about it, because they didn't like the fact that Sammy Skunk's prior sexual partners were all male humans. But they did wonder if having lived four years on an alien world, I was beginning to crack psychologically, and if I were best off going home. But I didn't want to leave, and they decided I could stay, and I'd be let off for one offense in four years of generally good behavior.

“But what I was worried about more than anything was [my close friend among the Earth authorities] was among them, and he had heard everything. He was a victim of a child rapist when he was a small child, and I feared he was going to hate me for having ad sex with another male! Fortunately he didn't, and even he was pleased that Sammy Skunk finally had sex with another animal-person. I guess that is why nobody wanted to punish me."

I looked at Billy. “Now you know everything. Perhaps you no longer think me fit to be your boss after what I've done. And perhaps you still hold a grudge against me for the clothing incident."

“No, no," replied Billy. “I deserved it. At least you didn't report me to the Director, and when the others tried to make further fun of me, you told them to stop.

“What you did was worse, but when you faced the music, nobody wanted to penalize you, not even the Director. So why should I say anything? I'd be known as a snitch and everybody would only hate me and assume I spoke out for less than noble reasons. I'd be a bigger pariah than you.

“And as you probably know, nobody really wants to take your place. I certainly wouldn't. So you can be sure I won't be telling anybody about anything that was said here."

Sammy went up to him and grabbed his hand, “Oh, thank you thank you thank you..."

Billy shook off his grip. “Please don't get any wrong ideas. What I do at PERC has nothing to do with what you want. I volunteered to come to this world, I agreed to follow the rules as an employee of PERC and as a guest of the Earthians, and I comply with the wishes of our human hosts and the administration of PERC. If they had elected to kick Walter off of Earth, I would not have tried to defend him.

“Before I joined the National Space Agency, I used to be a water policeman. Yes, we were a tight-knit group who looked out for each other. Unfortunately, one longtime colleague of mine was indicted and convicted of corruption. It upset the rest of us, but what could we do? In fact, it helped prompt me to find myself a new career."

Sammy drooped. “I guess you'll never give me a ride on your back again."

Billy's tone softened. “Not necessarily. I know others may sneer at you for what you did at the furry convention. But I know you badly wanted to come to this world and were unhappy that you couldn't go out and explore it, and when you were finally allowed to go out among humans, you weren't prepared to deal with them, that you found yourself emotionally bonding with a human who was a stranger to you, perhaps out of emotional emptiness in your own life, that you got drunk with your sudden celebrity status at the furry convention and lost your judgment, that whether you were gay or not, your real motive for having sex with the human furries was because they made you feel good and you wanted to repay them. You were put into a situation you just weren't psychologically capable of handling!"

“Please don't shower me with pity. It's embarrassing."

“I'm not being patronizing. You were going for the first time in your life deep into an alien culture, like diving into the middle of a lake when you hadn't learned to swim. Let's face it, you were put into a situation you weren't prepared to deal with. You may be homosexual, you may be that deeply bonded with Jim, but please don't tell me that the life you live now was really of your own choosing!"

Sammy paused before replying. “All right, I'll be honest. I'm not saying that this life is what I've dreamed of or that I always wanted. I never imagined in my wildest dreams I would end up living the rest of my life on an alien world where I stick out like a sore thumb and will always be regarded as a novelty. I wanted to see this world, but never expected to live permanently on it.

“And I know that Jim had lusted after me because of my fur and tail and cold wet nose. He may be a sexual pervert-but a sexual pervert who gave me a home, and kept me around despite all the consequences. He wouldn't have done that if I were just a plaything to him. We've been together for four years!" Sammy Skunk removed his arms. “Look, you two are the behavioral experts. Do casual flings last for this long?"

Realizing that Sammy was expecting an answer, I told him, “Not in my case. I only had one actual marriage, and that went very sour after a year and a half."

“I've had girlfriends too," Billy confessed. “One lasted for three years, but we never married, and well, we just lost interest in each other."

“Jim and I are different," Sammy replied. “Four years and we are not tired of each other. Four years and we are still glad to see one another. We don't argue often, probably not more than the average longtime married couple, and we never stay angry at each other for long. And no, we are not master and slave. Note that Jim had left us so I could be alone with you two. A controlling person would never do that."

Sammy indicated me. “Admittedly I did not ask Jim's permission before I had Walter have sex with me. I even worried that Jim might been upset with me for that, because I never had any sex partner that Jim didn't approve of...and he would never have sex with anyone whom I had suspicions of. And when Walter was knotted with me, Jim leaned over Walter and gave him a deep-mouth kiss which Walter felt he had to allow. As you might imagine, I was very upset with Jim for having done that, as I knew Walter didn't want Jim to do that to him. Like I said, I didn't stay angry with Jim for long, but I was very upset at the time, and I really chewed him out afterward. Jim was so remorseful, he even said that I could have a love affair with Walter or any other animal-person that I chose."

“He must have just said that to pacify you!" Billy replied.

“No, I knew he meant it. If nothing else, he'd love to see more homosexual animal-people besides myself."

“I'm sure you know how so many gay human furries like to think there are far more homosexuals are on our world than is really the case," I said. “I've met enough on my world to know they are pretty rare and secretive."

“I haven't forgotten what life was like on my own world either," replied Sammy sardonically. “Yes, it's not like the human world where it's more out in the open. Maybe Earthians are more willing to try sexual experimentation with other males. I mean you, well..."

“It wasn't experimentation as such," I confessed. “When you left your own people because you had such a strong emotional bond with Jim, despite what you told me...well, I never could have been sure..."

“Yes, I knew about that," replied Sammy. “Why do you think I offered to have sex with you in the past? So you would finally realize that I really enjoy it and that there is nothing disgusting or denigrating about sex with other males, that I'm not prostituting myself." Sullenly, he added, “I actually believed we could have done this with nobody ever finding out."

“So did I," I responded.

“And instead, the Director and the Earth authorities all found out," said Billy. “I figured it out just now. Like I said, I won't say anything, But I suppose that sooner or later others at PERC might put two and two together. Even then, they probably wouldn't care. The Director didn't punish you, the Earth authorities didn't do anything either, and besides, Sammy Skunk isn't even part of PERC. Better your penis went into Sammy Skunk's ass rather than into somebody's wife's or girlfriend's vagina."

I then named several people who had been expelled from PERC as a result of sexual affairs that came to grief. “Yes, all these people got kicked off Earth. I'll be surprised if these people are still working for the National Space Agency!"

“Well," replied Sammy, “I wonder if I could make arrangements with the Earth authorities for anyone at PERC with carnal needs-"

Billy and I interrupted him with very sharp refusals, “Don't even think about that idea!" Billy almost shouted. “Like I said, I used to be a policeman. While I didn't often deal with prostitutes in my area, I can tell you one thing. Forget the 'happy hooker' myth. Without exception, prostitutes have miserable lives. Any policeman can tell you this. Sell yourself for sex, and you'll be far more miserable than you've ever been!"

“When I was young and naive," I added, “I never realized how horrible lives that prostitutes really lived. Not until I became a sociologist did I learn this. One homosexual Earthian author I read about told of how he became a male prostitute thinking he would enjoy it. All he got for his trouble was degradation."

“I wouldn't sell myself as such," replied Sammy.

“If any member of PERC has sexual needs to satisfy," I told him, “they can either leave Earth or use their own hand."

“In your case..."

“In my case you talked me into it and said you wanted me," I said defensively. “Were you leading me on, and you just wanted my cock in you?"

“No, no," replied Sammy hurriedly. “Of course I wanted you as a person, not merely as a sex partner. Like I said, I wanted you to know that I really enjoyed sex with other males, as you were so unsure. I wanted you to enjoy what I enjoyed. I wanted to cuddle with you, lay with you, roll with you, and deep-mouth kiss you. I wasn't pretending anything, like a prostitute would. You've been good to me, not sneering at me or hating me, and being with me during the terrible time Jim was in the hospital and I wasn't sure if he'd survive or turn into a vegetable!"

“I didn't come on my own accord," I reminded him. “I was brought there by the Earth authorities and made to stay while everyone else at PERC were confined to base."

“But you really cared," Sammy replied. “You weren't pretending, I know for a fact."

“Of course! But it was you I was worried about, namely because it was because of me that you even met Jim in the first place! Of course I had to be with you, for it was my doing that brought you and he together! You bonded with him strongly enough so that you were even willing to leave your own world to be with him! What would I have done of the worst had happened?"

Sammy smiled suddenly. “We'll never know, will we?"

“Maybe nobody will ever threaten the two of you again for being together. In the humans' view, you're a really devoted pet."

“And things got better for PERC afterward, didn't it?"

Sammy told the truth. Our human hosts looked far more kindly upon us from that point, and we got an influx of newer furnishings and equipment, construction work and repairs were done on some of our buildings, including a new electrical plant, our old jalopy vehicles were taken away and replaced by good vehicles, and restrictions on our travel were eased more and more. There was far less fear and hostility coming from Earthians as well, and we were welcome in places we were unwelcome in before. The fact that we animal-people had become less of a novelty over time and that we caused no harm to the Earthians helped ease our way as well.

“But Jim couldn't have been completely the same after that sort of attack, was he?" asked Billy.

Sammy turned somewhat sullen. “You're right, it has affected him. But he's not crippled, he's not damaged to the point of mental malfunction, but most of all, he has refused to let me go. Maybe as much as a matter of principle as love for me, but though I offered to leave him for his sake, Jim was adamant that he and I would stay together. He can be stubborn on some things."

“Well," replied Billy, “I'll be honest. I'm very happy Jim has kept you on and give you a home despite everything. But while I can be friends with you, I can never really bring myself to be friends with Jim. I'm sorry if that displeases you."

Sammy paused before he replied. “I understand perfectly that no other animal-person besides me can ever be expected to like Jim. I realize you view him as somebody who totally exploited me in a state of emotional weakness, that he had sex with me because of my resemblance to a human fantasy anthropomorphic lower animal, and that he did what he did without considering the consequences for me. I don't view Jim as a saint who can do no wrong. I've gotten mad at him, and he has gotten mad at me at times.

“But like I said earlier, Jim and I have willingly stayed together. We're used to each other. He certainly doesn't view me as a furry fantasy, but as a person whom he must deal with like any of his fellow humans. Do I love him? Absolutely. Do I like him? Yes. I realize you don't, for he has done you wrong. But I will be bonded to him forever."

“I'd say it was because Jim did you wrong," said Billy. “You may have wanted to have had sex with him that night, but Jim should have said no. Instead, he and his friends wanted to screw a real furry while they had the chance. That was neither love nor friendship. If Jim had allowed you to have a choice instead of basically forcing you to be his companion, I would have been more amenable to that. Your story isn't about two beings from different worlds falling in love. It's about one being taking advantage of the other being and making him a pariah among his own people so he couldn't go back home!"

“You still think that the only reason I'm on Earth is that I cannot go back to my world?" asked Sammy. “I'm sure that I could have asked to go back home, and they would have sent me. So a group of the natives screwed me. Everyone at the National Space Agency who agreed to come to this world must have realized that, essentially, anything could happen to us.

“What if I had gone back home? I would still be bonded to Jim; would being back on my world have cured it eventually? Maybe. How would they have reacted to my having had sex with gay human furries? They might have sneered at me for it, but they certainly would have hushed it up...and would I have admitted it to anyone I didn't have to? I might not have remained at the National Space Agency, but I'm a mathematical genius. I could have found plenty of other places of employment instead. As for being homosexual, I could find a lover among my own kind. Jim and I don't advertise the full extent of our relationship to anyone on Earth we don't have to, and nobody seems to want to ask. Let people think what they want. They already know I am very close to Jim, and that is enough.

“Maybe even now I could go back to our world. But I have no reason to. I'm pretty much satisfied with the way things are, and I have nobody to go back to."

There was a silence which Billy finally broke. “Okay, I finally get the full picture. I guess we should go back to base now. But before I go..."

“Yes?"

“I'd be willing to give you more rides on my back, but would you still be willing to ride on me?"

Sammy chuckled. “Oh, you worried you offended me? No, I understand. You really care about me too. You risked alienating me because you had to be sure I really liked living with Jim and was not his helpless love slave. I realize you're not going to be friends with Jim, and Jim is aware that my fellow animal-people cannot be expected to like him. Just be nice to him, even if you won't be his buddy. He has human friends anyway, and not just among the gay furries."

Sammy put his hands on Billy's shoulders. “You're always welcome to see us, as Walter is. And yes, our relationship with Walter is the same way. He may not give me back rides, but I hope you will."

Both Billy and I hugged Sammy Skunk, and we said our goodbyes and left with our equipment. I noted that Jim never came back, which was just as well. We went to our car and back to PERC and reported to the Director's office.

“You were longer than I expected," Jeremy Wolf observed.

Billy Otter and I looked at one another, realizing there was no point in hiding anything.

“I know the truth," said Billy. When Jeremy made no reply, he added, “And yes, I can keep my mouth shut too."

Of course we told Jeremy all about what we and Sammy had talked about., and we were dismissed. We had time to return to our quarters and tell everyone else about our meeting before dinner. As expected, Billy made no mention about my sexual encounter with Sammy Skunk.

As might be expected, Billy behaved toward me no differently than prior to finding out my secret. He did suspect something of the sort to begin with, as I mentioned earlier. Perhaps my other colleagues might have their suspicions as well? If so, I have heard no mention of them, and for now I am saying nothing. Except for what I am writing here, dear reader. I am certain nobody else has broken into this word processor and looked at what I have written in here. I have already confessed to worse activities than this. ;)