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Unfinished Canon: Series Work - Zoo-Best (Summer Nights), (The
Temptress), (Variations on A Theme)
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Summer Nights - Together Again
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"Most of my stuff is in storage. It didn't make sense to try and move
it all."

Lynne and I were on the porch. The dogs were off exploring the yard.
It felt good to see Lynne but I felt a deep pain when she settled on
one of the chairs instead of next to me.

"You have a lot?"

She nodded slowly. "Of course. A house full. I brought the essentials
with us." She seemed distant.

I chuckled. "Now I understand the dog dish and the suitcase."

"I'm glad they are getting along." This wasn't the Lynne I remembered.
She's wandering a lot.

"Lotus is usually pretty friendly. With Thunder accepting the place as
hers, I don't foresee any problems between them. At least no problems
other than the normal ones when she goes into season. With luck,
she'll refuse him just as she does all the local dogs that manage to
get in the yard."

"Be right back." She got up and went inside. I heard cupboard doors
open and close. Eventually she came back outside with a couple of
glasses in one hand and a bottle in the other. "Hold these." She
handed me the glasses. She poured some wine in each of them and then
set the wine bottle on the table. Before she took a glass from my hand
she went over and turned the chair so it faced the couch. Once she had
a glass she settled with her legs under her.

"So much like old times." She sipped and watched me. "You had it
pretty well hidden."

I swirled my wine before I sipped. "It wasn't hidden. I forgot I had
it." I raised my eyes and looked at her. "Just like I forgot about a
lot of things, five years ago."

She looked down. "I did too. Then, for several years, I was so
traumatized I gave up a lot of things."

She raised her head and I could see the tears flowing. "Thanks." She
gazed off and I could see a very slight smile. "I wish I'd remembered
how much of a home I had with you. Things might have been different
afterwards."

"Oh?"

"If I'd remembered more, I probably wouldn't be fucking the dog." She
shook her head as she went over to refill her glass. "On the other
hand, I understand what Lotus really means to you and what I meant to
you back then."

She resettled and looked at me. "I know what price I paid to find
myself. What price did *you* pay?"

I flinched and then took a huge gulp of my wine. "Hell." I carefully
set the glass at the side of the couch and then leaned back. It was a
long time before I could bring myself to speak. "I haven't thought
about *that* in more years than I care to add up."

"Painful memories?"

I shook my head from side to side. "More like 'might-have-beens'."

"We always had animals around. Dogs, cats. Ducks, geese, chickens...
Some were family pets and others were for raised for food." I paused
to go refill my glass. "When you get down to it, I had a normal
childhood and puberty. I did all the usual playing around with girls
and even had a couple of gay experiences. All just the usual
experimentation."

"Would you believe my first time screwing a bitch was on a dare?" I
smiled slightly. "I won the bet but wound up losing the girl."

"We called her 'Pooch'. I don't remember her real name. She was in
heat and a bunch of us happened to come home from the movies and see
her getting fucked by one of the dogs. We were all pretty wasted at
that point and someone mentioned she looked 'pretty hot'. Things went
on from there and someone wondered if she'd stand still for any prick.
'Hey, Paul. She's your dog. Think she'd let you get a piece?' My date
and I had been petting pretty heavily so I was a bad case of hormones.
I said something like 'Hell if I know. She's got a hole and I've got a
stiff pole.' I waited for her and the dog to finish and then managed
to drop my pants and shorts. She checked me out and somehow I inserted
myself and fucked her. It was quick but it felt pretty good. Different
than the few times I'll screwed girls. Not better or worse, just..."

I turned to look at Lynne. "It was raw sex and it felt damn good. None
of those damn on again, off again mind games the girls played all the
time."

"Anyway, my cheering section went home and every once in awhile they'd
tease me about it. Sometimes one of the guys would get curious and try
to fuck her. They all got a face full of teeth for their efforts.
Sometimes after one of them tried and didn't get anywhere they'd bet
me I couldn't screw her again." I chuckled softly as I remembered
those times. "For the next couple of years I never had to buy my own
drinks. I won enough on the bets to keep myself in beer and wine."

I gazed at the fence and my memories. "It was nothing more than a
bunch of teenagers having a good time. I did it for the money and
because it felt good. Pooch turned into quite a performer. Towards the
end she and I had developed a routine. Our own 'dog-and-bitch' show.
Wasn't really a secret and when my parents found out they just laughed
and said let us play. They way they figured it, I was just going
through a phase."

"They even watched a few times to make sure I wasn't hurting her.
Years later my dad admitted he tried her a few times and that it had
felt good but not good enough that he'd want to give up women."

I paused and looked at my glass. It was empty and I didn't remember
drinking the rest of my wine.

"You asked me about the price I paid. The price, if you want to call
it that, was that once I started screwing Pooch, I lost a lot of that
need to chase girls and make a special effort to get them to let me
have sex with them. Socially, I was pretty relaxed. I didn't realize
it until years later but being able to get laid on a regular basis
cost me a lot of the usual excuses for being socially aggressive. I
had an ongoing sex life, although I didn't think of it in those
terms."

"It wasn't until I was away from home and got the news that Pooch had
died that I accepted that I had a pretty strong emotional attachment
to her."

"I think that's why none of the girls I went out with ever stayed
around. Some knew about me and Pooch, most didn't. Ultimately though,
I think they unconsciously realized that I was already 'married' even
though I wasn't seeing anyone else on a regular basis."

"So, there's another part of the price. Once I settled into the
relationship with Pooch, in a real sense I was married and didn't know
it. That cost me a lot of possible happiness with potential human
partners."

"I didn't figure that out until I was in my late twenties."

Lynne was shaking her head slightly in denial. "It made you a better
person. I don't think you missed anything or 'paid a price' that you
would have missed."

"What?!" I turned to study her. "Care to explain that?"

"Ever since I turned to Thunder for the love and sex he gives without
games, I've been trying to come to terms with what's happened between
us. If it hadn't been for remembering you and Lotus, I don't think I
would have had the courage to do it.

"Remembering you... Well, you know I was a highly sexual person. The
trauma, the fear... It was all there--along with the need.
Masturbation and toys don't really remove the need as well as the real
thing does."

I smiled slightly. "Point." I hesitated and then decided to take the
plunge. "Have you come to terms with what's happened between you and
Thunder? And how did screwing a bitch make me a better person?"

She turned away to watch as the dogs came back and asked for
attention. When Thunder settled next to her she reached down to pet
him and whispered into his ear. Whatever she said, it made him turn to
lick her face before he settled on the porch for a nap.

"You may not realize it but because you were in a settled relationship
and getting laid on a regular basis, you matured earlier. You were too
mature for the company you kept. Without the distractions caused by
trying to figure out and come to terms with your sexuality, you were
able to spend more time learning the other social interactions."

She shrugged. "A lot of social maturity is being able to separate sex
from any interactions with people. You had that and didn't realize it
at the time. How many people have you dealt with who wished they could
go back and undo some of the mistakes they made because they
mishandled that separation?"

If you've ever had your worldview suddenly shifted, you know how I
felt right then. I needed to take out all my memories and regrets and
look at them again.

I closed my eyes and shook my head from side to side in an effort to
shake my thoughts into some sort of order. My soft words were pretty
absent-minded because I was already rethinking many of the things I
had held as 'right'. "Lynne, I need to think about this. I don't have
any answers right now. What you just said has a ring of 'truth' to it
but I need to discover and come to terms with whatever that 'truth'
is."

I barely heard her gentle reply. "Take your time. I'll be here."

* * *

"I don't remember all the details." Lynne and I were eating breakfast.
"I remember enough of them to make me afraid." Thunder, settled at her
side on the floor, growled a deep counterpoint to her softly spoken
words.

I looked up from what I was doing and questioned her with my eyes.
'Are you going to tell me what happened?' She looked away and then
down at Thunder. She spent a long time calming him before she raised
her head again. I could see the tears and started to reach towards
her. When I saw her flinch away as I started the movement, I
remembered her aversion to being touched and pulled my hand back.
"Sorry. Except for..." I twisted my lips into a poor attempt to smile
in apology. I knew she could see my frustration. "It's like you never
left. Sometimes I forget."

She grimaced in pain. "We loved each other. He and I were planning to
get married within the year. At that party he drugged me, raped me and
then he and his friends did a damn good job of trying to beat me to
death."

She put her head in her hands and whispered: "It's not your fault that
I've been twisted to feel that loving a man can get me killed. I
*need* to be held and cuddled. I *need* to be reminded. I *remember*
what we shared, even after you told me about you and Lotus. All those
memories aren't enough to break past the fear and let me do something
as ordinary and *simple* as reaching across this table to lightly
touch your hand."

She stayed that way for a long time. I had time to finish my breakfast
and put the dishes in the sink. There wasn't a thing I could do except
wait, so I refilled my glass of orange juice, sat down, and waited.

It felt like hours had passed when she looked up again. " *He* is in
jail for rape and attempted murder. Everyone else who was there served
time for being accessories to rape and attempted murder. It isn't
enough. I want... What he took away from me, taken away from him. Why
did he do it, Paul? What makes a man who loves you do such a thing?"

"Help me, Paul. Please. Help me." Her eyes were haunted and filled
with her rage, frustration and most of all, bewildered pain. I'd last
seen that look of bewildered pain seven years ago--when I first met
Lotus.

* * *

I sighed. "Lynne, believe me, I want to help you, and I'll do what I
can. I have to admit it's not going to feel like it's enough, to
either of us, I think."

She finally nodded slowly, and since I'd known her so well, back then,
it was obvious it was reluctantly.

I went on. "Yeah. I know. Unfortunately, you've probably already heard
it. 'Time to heal, in an evironment where you know that when you're
ready, you can reach out and have someone there for you.' That's it,
for now. It's exactly what I did for Lotus. I had to wait for her to
make the first moves, then respond while honoring any limits she set.
It wasn't easy, but it did work, eventually."

She reached down to pet Thunder.

She also watched Lotus for a long time before she nodded. "I wish I
could ask her what it was like. Since I've been through it, now, I can
see traces of it in her, where before I couldn't."

She sighed and turned towards the mountains. "And you're right. I did
hear it, and it was true, with Thunder. I had to relearn how to trust.
It was easier because he was a dog. Trusting a man again? I don't know
if I ever will. It's been five years, after all. Can you live with
that?"

"I think I can. You didn't ask, but it was almost two years before
Lotus relaxed enough to not flinch when I touched her. She wanted to
trust me, from what I could see. You want to trust me, and at one time
you did, so that should help."

She sighed. "True. I need to trust again. I've spent the last few
years living on what I earned from the shows. Nobody wants to hire me,
because I can't function in any job where there are men. I can barely
tolerate being around women. After all, there were plenty there, and
they did nothing to stop what was going on, even when they found out
it was happening."

"Shit."

She laughed harshly. "Something like that! A couple of them almost got
charged with being accessories, but they got out of it because they
hadn't been in the room at the same time."

I glared at nothing in particular. "Pretty thin reason to escape the
consequences."

"Good defense attorneys."

"I can see that."

She went on slowly. "Anyway, thanks for the keys to my room. But that
brings me to something else. How do you feel about me continuing the
shows?"

I shrugged. "I'm not going to lie and say I don't have any problems
with them. At the same time, I'm not going to demand you stop, either.
You don't need to do anything to earn your keep, though. If you feel a
need, there's plenty to keep you busy around the yard and in the
house, so if you wanted to pay your way that way, you can."

I spoke gently, and waited for her to face me again. "Lynne? Look at
me, please? Can you do that much for a minute?"

Her head shifted slowly, and when our eyes linked I nodded and smiled
a little. "There are some options you probably haven't considered.
Lotus and I could be your bodyguards, for one."

She nodded. "And?"

"Might take us a month or two, but she and I could work up our own
show, and join you and Thunder. I don't need the money, but if it
would help..."

Her eyes went wide, then her hand shot across the table and grabbed
mine. "You'd do *that*?"

It was hard not to react to what she just done, but I nodded. "I
would. Remember. I just told you that when I was a teenager I used to
earn my drinking money by doing 'shows'. I can do it again."

Then she seemed to realize what she'd done and her hand loosened, then
she squeezed hard enough to make me wince.

She saw the wince and jerked her hand away, "Sorry!"

Then she looked at her hand with wonder and then back at me.

I could see the fear in her eyes, so I simply nodded and indicated my
hand. "Whenever you need me."

Then I used my other hand to indicate some barely visible scars on my
arm. "See those? Lotus did that when she bit me soon after I got her.
My mistake, and she turned on me before she realized who it was.

"I didn't hit her or get mad. It happens, sometimes. Sure, what you
just did hurt, but I'm not going to get mad at you for it, so relax."

She nodded slowly. "Thanks. I'm going to have to think about what just
happened, a lot."

Then she sighed. "Alone."

She stood and went on the porch, with Thunder at her side.

After the door closed behind her, Lotus and I looked at each other,
and I shook my head. "Sorry, girl. Maybe later, I'll go outside."

I put everything away, and by the time I was done, Lotus had gone
outside. I thought about things, then decided I might as well go back
to bed for awhile. I had some thinking to do, too.

Once I resettled in my bed, I sighed and started second guessing
myself. Mostly, I was glad my offer to develop a dog and bitch show
had broken through Lynne's fear. At the same time, though... I lifted
my arm so I could study where she'd gripped me, and finally smiled. No
bruise. At least she wouldn't have that to remind her of the brief
pain she'd caused me.

That was good, I hoped.

I was still wondering about a lot of things when I drifted off to
sleep.

* * *

I woke to two tongues washing my face, and some giggles.

After I fended off the dogs and caught my breath, I found Lynne and
smiled. "I thought Lotus was bad enough. Feel better? Sounded like
it."

"A little. They've been romping, and when Lotus bounced on the bed,
Thunder was right behind her. Be glad you're under the covers. He... I
guess you could say he has a crotch fetish. Mine, anyway. He likes to
wake me up with a tongue job before he paws me in the morning."

I laughed. "Want me to stay here, or may I get up?"

"Umm... You naked under there?"

"Yeah. Forgot I have company."

"Thanks. You figure out that none of the therapy I went through,
worked?"

I sighed and didn't comment on the change of subject. "I hadn't, yet.
Something else I was wondering about. Personal, though, so I haven't
asked it."

She nodded and called Thunder to her side. "Sounds like you have a lot
of patience, still."

"That, and I'm nervous and scared."

"You? That's how I feel."

"Me. I don't want to do anything that fucks up the progress you've
made over the years."

She smiled. "Made more this morning. I'd like to try for some more, if
you're willing to help."

"You sure?"

"I am."

I took a deep breath. "What do you want me to do?"

She pointed at Lotus. "Make love to your wife, while I and my husband,
watch."

I studied her for a long time, and could see her shivering. "You're...
Not in good shape. I think you'd better short leash Thunder."

"You'll do it?"

"Yes."

"Don't move. I'll be right back.
---

End Abandoned Work: 'Together Again' 
======

Jim and Kelly have been married for awhile. There have been ups and
downs of course. In this case, definitely an upsetting time in their
lives.

This one has taken a while to fall into place.

As always, thank you for taking the time to read my efforts..
---

Death of a Dream
Temptress Series - part 6
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"Any regrets?" Kelly's voice is quiet and filled with concern.

"Some." I'm quiet and pensive after a visit with my doctor.

"Disappointed.

"Yet, in some ways, relieved.

"Never thought about it much before we got married and now..." I shrug
a bit under her hands. "At least it finalizes things."

We both know my shrug is filled with a pain that will take a while to
get rid of.

There will be no child of ours in our future. After several years of
wondering, we know. For whatever reason, I'm sterile.

Odd that we never thought about it before the last couple of years.

We are settled in what has become our usual 'talk things out'
position. Kelly is sitting on the couch with Max stretched out to
place his head in her lap. I'm on the floor and leaning back between
her legs. Katie is stretched between my legs and has her head in my
lap. Kelly and I are naked. All four of us are quietly settled and
absentmindedly paying attention to each other as Kelly and I discuss
things.

I lean back into her and reach for where her hands rest on my
shoulders. "What about you?

"Oh, Jim. You would have made a good father. No, *are* a good father.

"At least Katie thinks so. I agree with her.

"I think... Deep down, once we get rid of the last of the 'traditional
ideas', we'll find neither one of us really *wanted* children of our
own. Not this late in our lives anyway.

"Your being sterile just forces us to face facts a bit more abruptly
than we wanted to."

I nod and try to force a smile. "We accepted that we are mutualy
sterile with our co-wife and co-husband. Now, we have to accept you
and I will never have children of our own."

I take a deep breath and voice my real fear. "I never realized how
'traditional' I am. The urge, instinct... whatever you call it, is
damn strong.

"Will you be here for me? With me? I can't bear the thought of losing
you over this but I have to ask."

Kelly's hands tighten on my shoulders. There is a long silence and I
feel her legs begin to shake from tension.

"Urges. Desires." Her voice is a bare whisper that I need to strain to
hear. Then it firms. "No. That and social conditioning most never
become aware of.

"We had years before we truly knew each other. You, after knowing,
gave me Max. You gave him to me *knowing* he could easily supplant you
in my affections. In spite of that knowledge, you gave him to me as a
wedding present.

"I don't know any men who would, on their wedding day, give their
bride a lover who will live in the same house. Especially a lover who
will be with their wife more than they are.

"At the same time, I knowingly allowed you and Katie to establish your
relationship on a level that could have easily left me the outsider.
It *has* left me as an outsider in some ways. But, I can't deny that
the same is true of the relationship I have with Max.

"I admit it's hard for me right now. I need time to make the
adjustment from planning for a child by the man I love to knowing it
will not happen. What do we tell our families? Our friends? Plus,
we're going to have to fend off the inevitable suggestions that we
adopt.

"Yes, I'm upset right now. Why didn't we think to check ourselves to
see if we were interfertile? At least then we would have been warned
and had time to come to terms with not having our *own* children." She
squeezed my shoulders, hard, and then went on quietly: "That's what I
need to believe. That finding out we can never have children--wouldn't
have made any difference to either one of us."

I feel, more than hear, her deep sigh before she offers one final
prayer for us to cling to. "I do think that in time to come, we will
see that this is right for us.

"I love you, I love Max, I love Katie. We all love each other.

"We've worked past other problems. There's no reason we can't survive
this one. "Let's face it, we already suspected the problem even though
we didn't know for certain what the problem was.

"We've already battled several years of me not getting pregnant. That
alone would have driven many apart by now.

"So, to answer your question, I'll be here for you. I hope you'll be
here for me."

"I'll be here." I can't help being bitter. "Who else would I turn to?
Who would be able to understand the whole picture? It's *myself* I
hate right now.

"I spent all those years being careful. Now, some twist of fate has
made that care a mockery. All those years of making choices, choices
that wound up being meaningless." I fall silent and turn inward. I
know on one level that this mood will pass. Right now, the blow is too
sudden for me to acknowledge that future acceptance.

"Was it a mockery?" Kelly forces me to face it directly. "How many men
take responsibility? How many men force the woman to take all the
precautions? How many people of both sexes even bother to stop and
think of consequences?"

"You're depressed. I'm upset.

"Who wouldn't be?

"Only those who never cared in the first place." She finishes and
falls silent.

I try to relax into her gentle massaging of my neck and shoulders. "It
isn't fair." I mumble it to myself. "One more dream turns out to be
impossible. You'd think as a zoophile, I'd be used to some dreams
being unrealistic.

"You're right about all my concern not being wasted. For one thing,
there's no way to tell how long I've been sterile."

I stiffen as I remember something the doctor told us.

"Kelly. Remember when the doctor was telling us I'm sterile?"

"Yes. And?" Her hands have stopped moving.

"Didn't he say something like 'Jim, I know you take good care of
yourself. I've been your doctor since you were in your late teens. I
don't understand it but it looks as if your testicles were damaged.
I've never treated you for anything like that. It doesn't make sense.
All your medical records from childhood on, are available to me.
There's nothing that even remotely could have caused you to become
sterile that way.'

"Neither one of us could recall anything that might have damaged me.
Right?"

"Right. You've thought of something?"

"I have.

"As far as I can remember, there's been only one time in my life when
I was hit hard enough, often enough--and in my crotch."

"I was beaten because of my sexual activities..."

"Nooo..." Kelly's word is a moan. She's realized.

I've remembered Red--and what happened when my mother caught us.

* * *

"What kid living in the country hasn't wanted a dog?

"Red was a family pet from the beginning. Getting him was more dad's
idea than anyone else's. Mom was nervous about 'that filthy animal'.

"Once he got big enough, he spent most of his time outdoors.

"He was always friendly though. I never thought about it of course but
dad must have done some serious searching to find a dog he could trust
with us kids.

"Red even did his best to make friends with mom. Charmed her to the
point she would let him in the house and let him have scraps when she
was cooking.

"Not that Red was around for much of that. With all of us kids, he had
a lot of things to do that were more fun than staying inside.

"Now that I think about it, what happed was almost inevitable. Red and
I hit puberty at about the same time.

"Dad talked about breeding Red and making money from the stud fees.
Naturally, anything to do with *sex* had me interested.

"Since, as the oldest, I did the serious stuff with Red, I wound up
studying how to use a dog at stud. Dad only had vague ideas at first
about Red mating with bitches and the rest would happen.

"I learned that for registered dogs, there was much more involved. The
dog and bitch had to be kept isolated, watched to make sure they
didn't hurt each other, if possible the actual matings had to be
observed and recorded... All sorts of details to take care of.

"The watching them mate got my attention. Mom was real upset about
that part. *She* wasn't about to get that involved. Dad wasn't at home
enough to always be there either. After some real arguments, I got a
long lecture and told that if nobody else was there, it would be my
'chore'.

"Can you imagine? Thirteen, raging hormones and with *permission* to
study sex. Not only study, required to actually watch dogs screwing
each other.

"I'm afraid I was on the receiving end of many lectures for my
uncalled for excessive interest.

"No, at that point, it never occurred to me to think of me having sex
with anything other than a human girl.

"Oh, we boys did the usual look and compare stuff and a lot of talk.
Even to the point of touching each other. A couple of 'circle jerks'.

"Anyway, during all this, everyone knew about my dad's sorta plans for
Red. When I went looking for books on dog breeding, nobody really
worried. Country folks anyway. All part of living in a rural area.

"Still, mom was an ex city girl. For her, sex was private. You
definitely weren't supposed to watch animals mating. When Red got old
enough to begin to sniff people, she got after him if he even got
close to sniffing a butt or crotch. He learned fast.

"That 'training' helped later. It didn't take much to convince him to
not pay special attention to me when we were around other people or if
I told him to leave me alone. I pretty much had to invite him to do
anything different.

"So, I'm living with a bad case of raging hormones. So was Red. Dad
wanted a dog willing to breed on command. Not that that would be a
problem. Red was always willing to try and mount anything that he
thought was suitable.

"I don't remember how I found 'the book'.

"I remember the yelling and arguments my parents had.

"OK, so my interest was more than casual. I think we all knew that,
just nobody dared to admit it openly. By then, any discussions
involving breeding Red were done with only my parents and I present.

"So, I walk in, open this book and point out that according to this
authority, a male dog, if not allowed to breed, should be masturbated
to prevent future health problems.

"Yeah, I was embarrased.

"This was greeted by silence. Long, chilly silence.

"Even dad was surprised by this. Eventually, he commented that even if
artificial insemination was done, someone would have to masturbate the
dog to orgasm.

"I was told to leave and not think about this until they had time to
discuss it privately. As for masturbating Red, they didn't care how
curious I got. Don't do it.

"Ever notice how stupid parents can be at times?

"Or is it just that they forget how they were?

"Mom was the one who gave the order. Dad didn't say anything, just sat
back and sighed and told me we'd talk about this later.

"Me?

"What can I say? All of us had been taking care of Red since he was a
puppy. I combed and brushed him several times a week. Naturally, that
included between his legs. Curiousity had already made me check him
out a few times. When we were a long distance from the house and
hidden from casual view, I'd gotten down and looked *real* close at
his sheath and penis." I chuckle softly. "Quickest way to get me to do
something in those years was to forbid it."

"I already knew Red was 'functional'. I'd felt him and he had started
humping into my hand.

"For the next week or so, I heard nothing more. I was also busy trying
to figure out the solution to a problem.

"How do you masturbate a dog? I knew how to play with myself. Was it
the same for a dog?

"I'd never jerked off long enough to orgasm and produce semen so I
never thought about 'disposing of the evidence'.

"One thing was certain. I hadn't found anything in any of the books I
studied.

"In my innocence and enthusiasm, I even asked a few people if they
knew how. I had to do a lot of explaining about why I was asking such
a 'perverted' question.

"I must have been quite the talk of the area for a while. Then, as
people found out from my parents what was going on, they wrote it off
as youthful enthusiasm. Usually, I got stern lectures that I wasn't
supposed to be so interested in sex. Especially sex involving animals.
---

End Abandoned Work: "Death of a Dream' 
======

note:  My working assumption was that there was a network of power
brokers working towards an acceptance of zoosexuals and zoosexuality.
I didn't know if I was going to cast them as 'good guys' or 'bad
guys', or perhaps even a mix of good guys who got taken over and
manipulated by the bad guys.
---


    Variations on a Theme
    Book Two
    --------------

    "I'm here to collect the last items, and hand Tom the list."

    I nodded at my hands. "I'm told this is the last of it."

    Once James collected the last of the surrendered gear, he added it
to the list and handed the list to me. "That's all of it, except for
Rachel's stuff, and Miss Nibble's collar. William asked that we leave
the collar in place so he can keep track of her. We've confirmed that
as soon as she knew what you wanted, Rachel shut her hearing aid off,
and handed everything else to one of the doctors. "

    "Thanks. I hadn't thought about Nibby's collar and Billy's need to
keep track of her. Don't leave yet."

    "Ok."

    "With the team inactive, it's going to be easier to bring Sam's
parents in so she can reassure them she's ok, right?"

    He frowned. "Easier, yes. You must know that I'm going to strongly
suggest she goes to them, instead."

    "I expected that. Thing is, none of these kids are going to be
able to go back home when this is all over, to reassure *their*
parents."

    "True."

    I nodded, then looked at Sam, who was slumped in her chair.
"Relax, Sam. What do 'Metzler's Mongrels' always do to relax when the
weather's good enough?"

    "Is that some sort of trick question?... Oh. A party!"

    "Yep! We'll all get a good night's sleep, then we'll toss Jim's
crew out of the kitchen, and show these people how to put together an
all day party--for them and your parents, as a trial run for the
catering service and to help reassure your parents, and through them,
all the other parents, that you kids really are ok. Maybe you can work
on some sort of story about agreeing to work for us, and use that as
an excuse for not going home for awhile. Think Team One can handle
it?"

    She thought about it, then nodded slightly. "With one condition,
or we don't get involved."

    "Oh?"

    "Yeah. You and Jolene stay out of the kitchen and go relax by the
pool or something, while we do ALL of it. Breakfast, lunch, dinner,
AND the all day party."

    Jo laughed. "What about the kitchen staff? Should you really kick
them out? We were planning on including them, remember?"

    I shrugged. "Up to Sam, since she just took over as head chef."

    "Me?" It came out as a squeak.

    "Unless someone else can do a better job."

    She recovered and grinned. "If Rachel was here, I wouldn't
hesitate to dump it on her..."

    I happened to see Elliot flinch before he practically screamed his
protest. "You wouldn't!"

    She grinned at him. "You're always complaining that none of us
except Rachel, really know how to cook, right? How's your memory,
since you won't have your files handy?"

    He sighed. "All day, huh? That's it? After this you'll leave me
alone?"

    "The team will. I can't guarantee Tom and Jo won't leave you
alone."

    "Umm... Head chef? That means you'll do what I tell you to do, in
the kitchen?"

    "Yes, when I'm there. Maybe I can find one of those frilly outfits
and act like a high class hostess. We do this for real, I'll have to
be mixing with people, right?"

    He thought about it. "Elegant. Not frilly. If I didn't need Tabby
in the kitchen because we're used to each other, I'd say put her in
charge of the servers. Instead, let's use Jamal. Put him in native
costume and have the girls dress the same way."

    Tabitha giggled. "Brilliant! We dress you as chief eunuch or
something, Jamal can help with that, then the rest of us are harem
girls and harem guards. Sam?"

    Sam giggled. "Can we get the clothes we need, at the base
exchange?"

    I noticed James had a slightly dazed look, then he recovered. "If
you can give me all of your measurements, I'll spend part of the night
tracking the clothing down, and have it couriered in so it will be
ready when you get up. Call it no later than six AM."

    Instead of answering, Sam looked at me. "Papa? Since you're in
charge now, it's up to you and Mama."

    I turned slightly. "Jo?"

    She smiled and I shivered a little because I knew she was going to
add some conditions of her own.

    "Let's keep them out of trouble. James? A list for a list. This is
a good excuse for us to find out what you and your people enjoy when
you can indulge yourselves. Team One can go all out for the party, and
make their own choices. The main meals, though... All three of them,
individually prepared for every one of your people."

    He smiled. "You're going to make us feel spoiled."

    Her riposte was immediate. "When was the last time your team, and
you, relaxed, completely?"

    "Never. It's that kind of a world."

    "What if I said 'don't neglect the duties you agreed to perform,
but otherwise do the same thing we forced Team One to do, and *relax*
for the next two days'?"

    "I'd refuse, for the team. Things are too critical for us to do
something like that. What I can do, is ask for volunteers to form a
core of backups, then slowly rotate my people so they can get a few
hours of relaxation, each, without worrying about being called unless
it gets so bad there's a general callout that puts the base on full
alert."

    He sighed and studied Samantha. "Once you folks go back to work,
I'd like to get you and the commander of the Animals in a private
conference so we can discuss proper time and resource management."

    She finally nodded. "Thanks. Maybe someone can sneak that sort of
stuff into the usual traffic so the other teams don't make the mistake
we did."

    He smiled. "Table it for now. I'll make some notes for later."

    "Oops." She looked at me. "Sorry, Papa."

    I laughed. "Ok. I think my point was just made for me. Are we
agreed on the rules for tomorrow?"

    She nodded. "Can the rest of the team join us here, so we can make
that list for James?"

    I chuckled. "On paper. No computers or PDAs."

    She blushed and dug in her purse, then handed James her cell
phone. "You'd better check with everybody else. Most of us use phones
that are PDAs, too."

    "Will do. Elliot? Tabitha?"

    Elliot sighed. "Ours are in our room."

    "Ok. I'll collect them myself, as soon as I get everyone else's.
Anything else?"

    I took a silent vote, then checked my food supplies. "That's it.
You'd better send some more food with them, so we have enough for
everyone. Probably need more tents and stuff, too."

    He sighed. "We'll make it work, somehow. See you folks in the
morning."

    There was an awkward silence while he walked away, then I
chuckled. "Anybody want more, before the rush?"

    Elliot spoke first. "Get off me, Tabby. Tom needs to eat, too, and
I might as well start now."

    My eyebrows went up, then I nodded and let him take over. I
settled, then turned slightly. "Use what you have already, and
surprise me."

    He laughed, then got to work.
    ---

    End: Abandoned Work - 'Variations on a Theme part 2' 
======

End: Unfinished Canon: Series Work - Zoo-Best
======

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