Revelations by IndigoNeko

WARNING: This story contains adult-only content. Check the tags before you continue reading.

Chapter 15 – Unexpected Lessons

=^.^=

Friday,  May 29th, 2015

Elizabeth and her father both stepped off the porch as Julia's burgundy sedan pulled into the driveway. They'd been waiting by the front door for the last minute or so, as Terrence had known that he'd have to help Charlotte out of the car when they pulled in. 

“Remember princess, she's been hurt. Don't touch her and try to be quiet, okay?”

“Okay,” the little girl said in a subdued voice.

Charlotte choked back a sob as the car finally came to a halt directly in front of the Stouffer's three story residence. Even with Julia driving slowly and cautious starts and stops, the effects of simple momentum brought tears to her eyes. At least she'd been spared the indignity of having to wear an air-cast muzzle, though she was still wearing a wrap around it, and the doctor had recommended a liquid diet for two weeks. She closed her eyes for a moment and panted softly, trying to stave off the throbbing pain in her nose. It didn't work that well. 

Elizabeth gasped as her father pulled the car door open, revealing Charlotte's blood-stained jacket, neck brace and bandaged muzzle.  Elizabeth put her paws to her mouth, shocked at how bad her teen friend looked. “Oh no...Charlotte...Are...are you okay?”

Charlotte opened her eyes and looked down at the tiny girl. Since waking up at the hospital, the pain in her nose had gotten progressively worse, probably because whatever analgesic they’d used during surgery had worn off. When she'd just woken up, she could hardly feel her face...though it hadn't seemed to hinder her talking. Now everything hurt: her muzzle, her sides, her chest, her knees. Especially her muzzle. Even talking hurt. As much as she wanted to comfort the little girl, she didn't want to spare the words for it. “No.”

Terrence stepped in, reaching down and unbuckling the seat belt and carefully helping her out of the seat. Together, he and Julia assisted the injured doberman out of the car and up into the foyer. Two minutes later, they'd managed to get her up to her bedroom on the second floor with the help of the elevator, and were in the process of helping the young canine get out of her ruined school clothes. Luckily, she was wearing a button-up blouse and a skirt. The jacket she'd been wearing was going to need some serious laundering to get the blood stains out of it, and Julia set it aside to take it to the dry cleaners. 

Terrence helped to support her as the young girl lay down against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Then Julia tucked her legs under the covers and brought them up to her neck. Charlotte let out a sigh of relief as the movement finally came to an end, closing her eyes. 

“Can we get you anything?”, Julia asked.

“Uhh…water…thraw….tramadol…” Charlotte said, with a faint lisp. Saying anything with an 's' sound caused her broken front teeth to hurt.

“Oh, right, I need to pick up that prescription for you,” Terrence said. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes or so.”

With that Terrence stepped out of the room, leaving Julia and Elizabeth alone with Charlotte, then Julia left to get a glass of water and a straw. Elizabeth sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the bandages wrapping the other girl’s muzzle. 

“Charlotte? I…umm…I just wanted to say…You’ve always been here for me, like a big sister. So I’ll always be here for you. I promise.”

Charlotte cracked an eye, looking at the little stoat sitting next to her. She wanted to smile, but knew it would hurt, so she settled for mumbling “Thank you,” and pulling her paw out from under the comforter and clasping Elizabeth’s paw. Several long seconds passed in silence as they held hands.

As Julia walked into the room with a cup and straw in paw, Elizabeth asked, “Mother, can I stay in Charlotte’s room tonight?”

Julia blinked, somewhat taken aback. “Umm…If Charlotte’s okay with it, I don’t see why not.”

Charlotte was somewhat surprised herself. Still, she didn’t mind. “Okay.”

At that, Elizabeth hopped off the bed and darted out into the hallway, heading up to her bedroom on the third floor. By the time Charlotte had finished half the glass of water, Elizabeth came hopping down the stairs dragging the thick comforter and sheets from her bed as well as a pillow. Julia watched in amusement as Elizabeth promptly set it all down in a pile next to Charlotte’s bed and jumped into it, pulling part of it over her in an impromptu nest of sorts. 

“Elizabeth, if Charlotte wants anything, you go get it for her. If she wants to have some quiet, you be quiet. If she wants to be alone, you come sleep with us.  Okay?”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Good. Then if…” Julia trailed off as she heard the phone ring. She wondered who it could possibly be at seven in the evening. “I’ll be right back,” she said as she left the room.

Elizabeth sat still for a moment, realizing just how quiet the room was. “Charlotte? Are you going to sleep?”

“No. Not ‘till…after…Terrence…gets back.”

“Maybe…do…do you want to listen to some music? Or TV? Or I could…um…I just got this book called Harry Potter. Mom thought I would like it. I could read it to you.”

Charlotte was touched. Nobody had read her a bedtime story since she was a little cub. In spite of herself, she smiled for a second. “Story…please.”

“Okay! I’ll be right back,” the tiny stoat said as she ran out of the room. 

Moments later, Julia stepped into the room, with a somewhat puzzled expression.

“Charlotte? Raenne just called. She says that she has a boy in her Karate class named Hikari. He was wondering if you were alright and asked if it would be okay if he came over tomorrow just to check in on you.”

Charlotte blinked in surprise. She’d almost forgotten that they were going to meet during lunch. Still, that was nice of him. As long as she didn’t have to talk much, she was okay with that. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay, I’ll let her know. You’re off-duty for the next two weeks. Just rest. I’ll call the school and see what they want to do about your final exams. They’ll probably want you to come in for tests, but since you’ve got a concussion, that may not be an option. We’ll see.”

=^.^=

Fifteen minutes later, Terrence stepped into Charlotte’s room with a glass of water and a straw, and the bag with the prescription pain meds. Elizabeth looked up at his entrance, pausing in the middle of a sentence. He looked down, somewhat surprised to see his daughter sitting on a pile of bed linen next to Charlotte’s bed, reading from a rather large book. “Sorry to interrupt, princess. I’ve got Charlotte’s prescription here. One tablet every four to six hours, as needed…”

Elizabeth surprised him somewhat by taking charge, helping the poor canine swallow the pill even with a bandaged muzzle. He shook his head as his baby girl picked up the book and continued to read out loud to Charlotte, and headed downstairs to help Julia with dinner.

Julia was in the middle of fixing a meatloaf of some kind, along with potatoes. It was kind of a tradition for Friday nights, except when they had herbivores for company. It was always meatloaf, but it was always different, whether it was a different stuffing, different spices, different sauces. The same went for the potatoes: sliced, smashed, or mashed, with butter, chives, sour cream, or any number of different preparations. He wasn’t sure, but he suspected that it was Julia’s goal in life to make as many possible different variations upon meatloaf and potatoes as possible. 

He kissed Julia on the way to the refrigerator, pulling out a Black Butte Porter. He popped the lid off and took a swig, relishing the silky smooth, rich hoppy flavor, and the faint aftertaste that reminded him of dark chocolate. Some people said beer was an acquired taste, but he’d loved the rich flavors of porters, lagers, and double bock beers when he’d first tried them. Pale beers…not so much.

He turned around and leaned against the refrigerator. “So, what is Elizabeth doing? Reading to Charlotte?”

“Exactly. She said she was going to stay with Charlotte, in case she needed anything.”

“Huh. That’s a good idea, I suppose. As long as she doesn’t bother the poor girl…She’s going to want to sleep, I bet.”

“I already told her to come sleep with us if Charlotte wants to be left alone, and told her to be quiet if Charlotte asked for it,” his wife said as she worked the meatloaf into a pan for baking. He glimpsed green in with the meatloaf, and wondered if it was some kind of pepper.

“Okay. Well, since she’ll be staying in Charlotte’s room tonight…perhaps we should catch up on some rest and relaxation.”

“If by rest and relaxation, you mean fucking me until you can’t get it up anymore…”

Terrence walked over and wrapped one arm around Julia, then kissed her on the cheek. “If that’s what you wish, dear, then so it shall be.”

He then took another swig and set it down on the counter before moving behind his wife. “You know, angel…I…I’m sorry. I’ve been neglecting you lately,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. “Since Elizabeth will be at the Andreyev’s tomorrow and tomorrow night, we should have ample time to rectify that. Charlotte will probably spend most of her time in bed.”

“About that…Apparently one of her school-mates wants to drop by tomorrow for a bit to check in on her.”

“Oh? What’s her name?”

“His name is Hikari. Apparently he’s the reason Charlotte doesn’t have broken ribs or worse as well.”

“Really?”, he asked with a raised eyebrow. “What happened?”

“From what Raenne told me, Hikari saw Diego hit Charlotte and intervened, kicking him in the head or something. Hikari’s been suspended for it.”

“That’s more than we got from the school or the police yet. Why was he suspended for stopping another student assault her?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the school has some kind of zero tolerance fighting policy. I remember reading something about that in Charlotte’s student handbook, but I can’t remember.”

“That’s ridiculous, they can’t suspend a student for protecting another student. It’s not fair.”

“I didn’t say it was fair, only that it’s what the school policy is.”

“Huh. I think I should call Richard.”

“Honey…”, Julia said exasperatedly.

“What, do you think it’s fair?” 

“I didn’t say that, it’s just…”

“If something’s not fair, it needs to be changed. If the school district can’t see reason on their own, then I’ll encourage them to see it in court.”

Julia sighed, then squeaked as her husband moved his hands from around her waist to up under her blouse, gently cupping her lowest pair of breasts. She sighed as paws rubbed the tips of her nipples, sending tingles of pleasure through her. For a moment she thought of objecting, but it felt too good, and Charlotte certainly wouldn’t be getting out of bed anytime soon.

Terrence continued to gently rub his paws over her lowest pair of breasts, rubbing through her luxuriously soft fur until he managed to find her nipples, just beginning to peak through her fur, and deliberately pressed his paw pads against them and started rubbing them in circles. He knew he was doing a good job when his wife put down the spatula she was using, sighing in pleasure.

As her nipples poked even further out, he used his thumb and finger pads to lightly squeeze them with a slight twisting motion, toying with them until they became stiff under his tender ministrations. He could feel his wife’s tail twitching slightly between his legs, and grinned. On impulse, he looked down over her shoulders, and his grin went even wider as he saw the tips of her upper-most nipples sticking out, clearly on display even through her blouse and bra. She absolutely loved having her nipples played with…all six of them.

“Consider this a down payment,” he whispered in her ear, “on the debt I owe you.”

Julia let out a moan. “Don’t you stop, you handsome bastard. This feels sooo wonderful.”

“As you wish, Angel. Though I think it might be better if I upped the ante.” He said as he pulled his hands back out of from under her blouse, then quickly undid the lowest four buttons. “Don’t you?”

“Oh God,” she said with a moan. “…what if Charlotte…”

“Charlotte’s probably sleeping by now, Angel. I’m sure of it.”

Her only response was a moan as he tucked his hands into her blouse, this time cupping her middle pair of breasts, easily finding her rock-hard nipples poking out of her fur. Her middle pair were slightly larger, but still fit well within the palms of his paws. He gently massaged around her nipples for a moment, then began gently twisting them like he had her lowest pair just moments ago. This time, she sighed let out a long, throaty moan.  “Mmm, that feels wonderful…”

Terrence’s pants were beginning to get tight, and he was sure she could feel his erection pressing against the top of her tail. He wondered just how far he could get his wife to go with this game before she objected. For all that she decried anything kinky, she got so turned on by it. He continued to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples, feeling her practically turn to putty in his hands. If he hadn’t been pressing her hips against the counter, he was sure she would have collapsed.

Another long moan escaped her after a particularly strong twist, and then he moved his paws back down her belly, atop her lower breasts once again, and spent a few more moments tweaking her smallest pair of titties once again, until he felt her begin to quiver in his grip. He’d never managed to get her to orgasm just by playing with her breasts before, but he was sure she was close to it now. Just as she started to shake, he quickly undid the clasp at the top of her dress pants and pulled the zipper down, then shoved his hands insider her panties, rubbing rapidly at her clit with one hand while he groped her middle pair of breast once again.

She began shaking like a leaf, rapidly gasping as she reached her peak right there in the middle of the kitchen. Somehow the faint possibly being discovered had managed to arouse her more than it had any right to. Even as she started to come down from that glorious natural high, she felt Terrence’s hands upon her hips, getting ready to pull her pants down, and gasped out “No! Stop…not…not in the kitchen.”

He stopped, his head still resting on her shoulder, and moved his hands back to the front of her pants, zipping them back up. “Okay, Angel,” he said with a quick peck on her cheek. “I suppose I can wait to finish paying off my debts until we’re up in the bedroom.”

“Yes,” she said as she tried to hold herself up against the counter, “you should. Unless you want your dinner to be late.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want that. On the other hand, I don’t want any additional interest to accumulate. So perhaps you’ll let me continue to make some smaller payments?” he said as he moved his hands back up to her belly, gently rubbing cupping and massaging her middle pair of breasts again.

“If you insist…” she said with a slight gasp as he tweaked her nipples once again. “Just be gentle. They’re sensitive right now.”

“I will, Angel. I definitely will.”

She continued to prepare the meatloaf and potatoes for the next several minutes with her husband’s arms wrapped around her in a loving (and naughty) embrace, trying not to gasp as he occasionally rubbed his paw pads across her sensitive teats. 

The groping stopped only when she opened the oven to put the meatloaf and potatoes in, at which point she turned around and grabbed his face in her paws and frantically french him for several seconds. Then she pushed him back. “We’ve got one hour. You better damn well use that time to make a deposit.”

“Oh, I think I can afford to make a deposit,” Terrence replied, with a wicked grin. He had some suspicions that his wife was secretly an exhibitionist, and decided to take a gamble. He grabbed her waist and swung her around so she was facing the counter again, pressing her up against it with her hips once again. In half a second he’d undone the snap on her dress pants, and in the next half second pulled down her zipper. He jerked her pants down as she squeaked, saying “What do you think you’re-"

He leaned over her shoulder and whispered into her ear. “Shh…You don’t want to attract any attention, do you? Someone might come down to investigate.”

She choked back the rest of her exclamation as her panties joined her pants around her knees, and she felt him press his hips against her rump. It was fairly obvious he was hard as a rock, and she bit back a gasp. Then he pulled back, and she felt his hands against the small of her back as he undid his own slacks and shucked them and his boxers in one smooth movement. Then his hands grabbed her hips and quickly lifted her up, and she fell forward over the counter, almost instinctively lifting her tail to help with her balance. 

Terrence quickly grabbed her tail and moved it to one side, then thrust himself into his wife’s dripping pussy, managing to hilt himself in her in the first thrust with how wet she was. “Oh, you’re definitely getting a deposit,” he said quietly. Then he pulled back and thrust back in to her, making her gasp. A drop of moisture fell off of her clit, landing on the polished wood floor with a soft splat that neither of them heard.

For several long moments, he continued to thrust in and out of her sopping wet pussy, with soft squelches occasionally filling the air. Julia gasped for breath, a strange twinge in her chest. She hoped it wasn’t leftover from her heart attack. She could already feel her vagina spasming around her husband’s long, thin shaft, and knew she was close. The thought that Charlotte or Elizabeth could walk in on them at any time while they were having sex in the middle of the kitchen was strangely exhilarating. 

As his balls slapped against her mound, she reached one hand down between the counter and her hips, rubbing frantically against her clit, and grabbed her upper-most breasts with the other, giving up on trying to keep her head from bumping the wall. She just leaned up against it with her shoulders and neck.

“Oh, no,” she heard him say through the haze of pleasure. “This won’t do at all. I think we need an open field for negotiations.” Then she felt him pull out completely and whined in frustration. Then she felt him grab her legs and lift her clean up off the floor. She squeaked, then realized that he was simply turning her onto her back and rolled over, curving to lay against the counter and her butt hanging off the edge. He was taking full advantage of her natural flexibility as he hugged her legs against his chest, staring down at her half-exposed torso, and then quickly reached down with one hand to guide himself back into her dripping pussy. She gasped and quickly moved her hands back to grasp at her uppermost breasts. 

“What did I say about open negotiations?”, she heard him whisper next to her ear. “Undo those buttons, unless you want to lose this investor’s interest.”

She whined, and took the moment to undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse, then gasped once again as he let one of her legs go, letting it drape over the side of the counter as he continued to hold the other one up with his arm. As she darted one hand back down to rub at her clit, she felt him grab the edges of her blouse and throw it open, exposing her chest to the open air of the kitchen. 

That was too much for her, the risk of being caught, having her breasts played with for the last twenty minutes…she crashed into another orgasm like a freight train, literally seeing stars in her eyes. She heard terrence groan and felt him stop thrusting. That didn’t stop her though, as she continued to frig herself until her orgasm had come to an end and her clitty became too sensitive to touch. 

Then she moaned again as he resumed thrusting, and felt him begin gently kneading her breasts again. This time alternating between all six of them, tweaking her nipples until just before it became too much before switching pairs. Somehow he knew exactly when they became too sensitive, and it was driving her crazy. Still, she couldn’t very well tell him to stop without potentially getting the attention of the girls upstairs.

“Father?”, she heard the high-pitched question from the foyer.

Time froze for Julia. She’d been caught. It was over. It almost felt like she was having a heart attack all over again, except for one thing: her pussy was spasming harder than ever around her husband’s length.

Terrence stopped thrusting, probably trying to silence the noise they’d been making. It didn’t help. She heard little Elizabeth’s toe claws clicking on the tile as she walked the last few feet into the kitchen. Her pussy was clenching so hard, it probably felt like a vice to poor Terrence, and her entire body was quivering like jello on the countertop. Then she felt him begin to squirt, his essence jetting deep inside her, coating the deepest reaches of her vagina with sticky white warmth. 

“Oh…” she heard her daughter say. “I didn’t know you could have sex in the kitchen.”

Julia’s cheeks began to burn so hotly she was afraid she’d catch fire. This was so embarrassing…and yet she was still cumming, and harder than she’d ever cum in her entire life. 

“Well,” she heard Terrence say, even as she felt him continue to squirt his essence hard against her cervix. “You’re really not supposed to. It’s considered terribly rude, and unsanitary. You really shouldn’t do it.”

“Oh. Mother looks like she’s really enjoying it. Anyway, I just wanted to say that Charlotte’s asleep right now.”

“Okay, princess. We’ve got another forty-five minutes or so before the meatloaf is done.”

“Okay, father. I’ll go play Minecraft for a bit.”

Julia cracked her eyes open, still feeling aftershocks run through her as she felt a tiny paw against her shoulder, and leaned forward a bit as Elizabeth tried to give her a kiss on the cheek. Their girl had to stretch a bit to get over the edge of the counter, seeing as she wasn’t even four feet tall. 

“Have fun playing computer, princess,” she managed to get out, despite the faint twinges still running through her nervous system. 

“I will. Don’t slip,” the tiny stoat said, “You two already made a puddle on the floor.”

“It’s okay, princess,” she said. “I’ll clean it up later.”

“Okay. Love you!”

“Love you too, princess,” the two adults said in unison as their girl walked out of the kitchen, taking the stairs to the second floor.

Terrence slowly pulled out of his wife, making the puddle on the floor even bigger, then stepped back and bent down to grab his pants and pull them up as Julia slid off the countertop. She bent and pulled her slacks and panties back up, then spent a few moments buttoning her blouse. 

“Well, that was a sizable deposit right there,” Terrence said as he kissed her. “I hope it was enough to keep the debtors off my back.”

“Umm…Yes. It was a rather unorthodox method of payment though,” she replied, as she tried to step towards the foyer. “Oh wow, my legs aren’t working quite right.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” Terrence said. “Here, I’ll carry you upstairs.”

“Don’t you…” she started, then squeaked again as her husband wrapped her arm over his neck, then bent and grabbed her behind the legs. “…whoa!”

“Sorry, angel, but I’ve still got a debt to pay off, and I’m not going to let weak knees stand in my way,” he said as he carried her over to the lift.

He set her down again in front of the lift, and kissed her again. As the lift door opened, he pushed her in, jabbed a button, then turned and covered her mouth with his once again, frenching her so deeply, twisting his tongue around hers in an intimate oral embrace.

This was almost getting to be too much for her. He hadn’t treated her like this…well…ever. She wondered just what had gotten in to him. Not that she was complaining.

The lift chimed and the door opened, and he pushed her out into the second floor hallway, still kissing her, and guided them both into the master bedroom. Before she even knew it, he’d managed to get her pants off once again, and was working on shucking his own business shirt and slacks. She quickly undid her own blouse and started to work on her bra when she noticed that the door was open.

“Terrence,” she hissed, “the door’s open!”

He didn’t even look at it as the last of his clothing dropped to the floor. “I doubt that Charlotte will wake up any time soon, and I’m sure Elizabeth won’t mind,” he said with a grin, now absolutely sure that his wife was an exhibitionist at some level. He was amazed to learn something new like that after over a dozen years of marriage.

He walked over to her and ran one paw over her panty-covered mound as she finished unsnapping her bra. Luckily, she only needed one for her uppermost pair. Julia had no idea what she’d do if she’d had to wear three pairs of bras. As the bra fell to the floor, Terrence knelt in front of her and peeled her panties off, all the way to the floor, and stuck his nose between her legs, taking a deep breath and lapping at her still sopping-wet pussy. She grabbed his head as she felt his tongue dart across her folds, and fell over backwards onto the bed. 

For several long moments, he ate his wife out. He gently worked his tongue over her outer lips, then between them and the inner lips before pressing his nose against her clit as he pressed his tongue as deep into her vagina as he could reach, trying to reach the slightly rough patch that the internet claimed was a female’s g-spot. She let out a long moan, feeling his tongue going nearly as deep inside her as his penis had earlier, then grabbed at her uppermost breasts, squeezing them gently and tugging at her nipples. After so much stimulation in so little time, the sensation was almost painful in it’s intensity. 

Terrence continued to alternate between licking her outer vulva, clit, and deep inside her vagina for several minutes, until his tongue began to get sore. Julia continued to moan in pleasure, switching between breasts as they became too sensitive to continue. Suddenly he stopped and switched to sucking directly on her clit, then tilted his head sideways and gently nibbled on it, holding it firm while he rapidly strummed his tongue over it. She let out a long, deep moan. Just when she thought she was going to have an explosive climax. He pulled back and stood up, then leaned over her and whispered, “You might want to keep it down. You might wake Charlotte.”

Julia felt her loins tighten suddenly as she glanced over at the open door, half expecting to see the poor doberman girl standing there, eyes wide in shock. Just as she glanced over, Terrence thrust himself back inside her, and she felt her belly flutter as she clenched down around his length, riding the crest of her third orgasm of the night.

She nearly bit her lip as Terrence began to quickly thrust inside her, prolonging her orgasm. He grabbed her hips and began started to pound her fast and hard, since Julia preferred it quick and intense, riding the wave from one climax to the next. 

Knowing that he’d already blown one load, she knew he’d take quite a while to deliver a second. Julia glanced back at the open door and nibbled her lower lip anxiously, hoping she’d be able to keep quiet…and that he’d finish before the meatloaf was done.

=^.^=

The next morning, Julia walked somewhat bowlegged down the hallway to Charlotte’s room. Terrence had fucked her twice before dinner, three times after dinner, and again just after she’d woken up. Honestly, she had no idea where he managed to get the stamina for it. At least he’d finally ‘paid off his debts’. As much as she loved him, sometimes his role-play got a bit corny. 

As she reached Charlotte’s room, she glanced in, unsurprised to see Elizabeth curled up in a tight little ball in the midst of a pile of quilts and pillows next to Charlotte’s bed. The doberman girl seemed to still be dozing. She knelt down next to the pile of linens and gently rubbed the bridge of Elizabeth’s muzzle up between her eyes and over her forehead, gently petting her until her daughter’s eyes popped open. She smiled as Elizabeth yawned, showing a mouth full of tiny sharp teeth. She held her finger up, indicating silence. Elizabeth blinked, then looked around.

After a moment, she realized she was still in Charlotte’s room, and crawled out of the quilts. Julia gathered them up and carried them up to the third floor while Elizabeth carried the pillows. It took only a few moments to re-make Elizabeth’s bed.

“Did Charlotte sleep all night?”, Julia asked, taking a seat on the freshly made bed.

“No. She woke up and used the bathroom, and took another one of those pills. I went and got more water for her.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll take care of her for the rest of the day along with your father. Charlotte may have a visitor today.”

“A visitor?”, Elizabeth asked, curious.

“Yes. A boy in one of her classes, who wanted to come tell her to get well soon.”

“Really? Is he…her boyfriend?”

Julia laughed. “I don’t think so, princess. At least, not yet.”

“I hope she gets a boyfriend. Someone nice.”

“Well, Alex’s mom said he was nice. He stopped the boy who hurt Charlotte. I don’t know if she wants to be anyone’s girlfriend right now though.”

“Huh. I would want to be someone’s girlfriend if I was her. She must be lonely sleeping all alone every night.”

“Not everyone gets lonely. Some people even prefer being alone. Anyway, your father should be almost done making dinner, and then you need to get dressed and packed for a sleepover with Alexandrea.”

“Yay! Oh, umm…” the stoat suddenly went quiet, remembering that Charlotte was still sleeping. Then she crawled up next to Julia on the bed, and whispered into Julia’s ear. “Can I do sexy thing with Lexi again?”

Julia barely stifled a giggle. “Yes, dear. As long as Raenne or David say it’s okay, and Lexi wants to do sexy things, and you two use a condom and practice safe sex.”

Elizabeth hugged Julia. “I will! Thank you, mother. I love you.”

Julia hugged Elizabeth right back. “I love you too, princess. Be gentle with Alexandrea, okay? She’s got that broken leg, after all.”

“I will, mother,” the little stoat said, burying her face against Julia’s side.