The moon was high in the sky, the street silent and covered in darkness. It appeared that everyone was fast asleep in their beds. Well, except for me of course. I pulled back the covers, slipping out of bed with great ease. This wasn't the first time I've done this. And it wouldn't be the last.
	I take one slow step at a time, making sure to keep every bit of sound as low as possible. Turning my head back towards the bed, I hold back laughter. There she is, my stupid wife. Her muzzle is agape as she sleeps, completely oblivious to what has been going on. It's pretty amusing when you think on it. But the simple truth of it all is that I have needs. Insatiable ones. Ones that she cannot fulfill. It's not her fault, but I still enjoy putting the blame on her head. 
	Getting back to the task at hand, I continue my departure from the room. My hand closes over the cool handle of the door and I pull it open. Not a creak. Good thing I used some of that WD-40 earlier this morning. I missed out on my fun last night because of it. Mistakes like that won't happen again. I won't let them. Stepping through the doorframe, I take one more look at her and close the door behind me. 
	Stupid bitch.
	The hallway is dark, but having lived here for 3 years I could traverse the entirety of my home with a blindfold on. It is not a big place, but it is cozy. Definitely one a man could be happy raising a family in. And that is exactly what I've been doing. Good 'ol family man. To be honest though, there was only one piece of my family that I really cared about. My little boy. Turned 3 just the other day and probably the cutest little husky I have ever seen in my life. And I have seen many cute little boys in my time. 
	And because he is the cutest, I had to have him. I had to make him mine. 
	I reach his door and hear a slight whimper come from the other side. He knows what's coming, how much worse it will be since I missed out last night. I'm feeling pent up and I need that sweet release, the kind only little ones like him know how to give. A grin spreads across my muzzle as I turn the knob and push in.