CHAPTER II
Milk rode the motorcycle and drove to the address written on the business card. The place was a duplex on the city’s outskirts. The house was white with a dark blue roof.
Milk pressed the doorbell. A small preteen tiger, around 10 years old, opened the door. Her expression was emotionless, her voice devoid of any joy.
“Are you looking for Dr. Fang?” grumbled the young tiger, her eyes staring directly into Milk’s soul.
“Yes, yes,” said Milk, showing her the business card. “She gave me this card and told me to meet her at this address.”
“Fang!” mumbled the young tiger. “A cow lady is looking for you!”
Quick footsteps echoed from the second floor. Fang emerged from a bedroom and ran down the stairs, wearing a formal black dress and a large white cross necklace with diamond inlays.
“My beautiful Mousse, that’s no way to address our guest,” exclaimed the white tiger while taking one of Milk’s hands. “This is my new patient, Milk the Cow. I’m so happy you’re here, Milk. Let’s go to my living room. We’ll have the preparatory therapy session there.”
Fang closed the door and escorted Milk to the living room while holding her right arm. Mousse quietly followed behind.
The living room featured state-of-the-art wood walls, two big black armchairs, a white L-shaped sofa, some chairs, a center table, an end table, two bookcases, an old cupboard, and paintings and pictures of Fang with her family.
Milk and Fang sat in opposite armchairs. Mousse stood close to her mother
“Milk, dear, would you like something to drink?” asked Fang.
“I really would like a glass of milk,” answered Milk.
“Great choice, dear. My gorgeous Mousse, could you please bring us a glass of milk and a coffee? Thank you.”
The young tiger didn’t respond. She just left silently. Fang laughed nervously for a moment. Milk gave her a puzzled look. Fang gestured to assure Milk that this was just a troubled preteen expressing herself.
Fang crossed her legs and took both a spiral-bound notebook and a ballpoint pen from the center table. She opened the notebook, searched for a clean sheet of paper, and started writing something with her left hand.
“So, dear Milk, care to tell me about your relationship status with your partner?” asked Fang with a big smile.
“Muzzle and I broke up two months ago. I knew we were having some trust issues, but I never expected that she would end our two-year relationship. I hoped we could resolve it all with some couple’s therapy. We were engaged and doing research for the wedding,” said Milk, sobbing and inadvertently touching the back of her neck.
“Oh honey, it’s okay to sob and cry if you need to. I understand the frustration that comes with a breakup,” said Fang while holding Milk’s hands. “I know all this can be hard to process, but I assure you that with my help you’ll get over this.”
Fang took some tissues from her jacket and handed them to Milk. Milk took some to blow her nose and wipe her tears. Fang returned to her notebook and wrote some final notes.
“You’re a strong girl and I’m proud of you. You’re taking the right steps to improve your life,” said Fang while standing and helping Milk to stand. “I think now I have a good picture of your current situation. Our main objective now is to study your relationship with Muzzle more in depth. For that, next week we’ll do some activities at the local gym during the morning. Don’t worry about paying anything. I’ll cover everything, including lunch.”
Mousse came back with the drinks: a glass of milk and an elegant cup filled with coffee. Milk gulps the whole glass of milk in a wimp. Fang slowly took small sips of the  stimulant beverage. When they were done drinking, they left the glass and cup on the table.
Fang escorted Milk to the exit. Before Milk could open the door, Fang gave her a surprise hug. The tiger went a little too forceful with the hug, and Milk found herself having her vision and breath blocked by Fang’s two giant breasts. For a moment she could smell the mix of expensive perfume and musk that emerged from the white tiger’s unwashed skin.
“Please, dear Milk, I want you to always remember that you’re valuable and I’m always available for you. Please take care,” said Fang while winking her left eye.
Milk was about to say goodbye but had to run away after seeing from the corner of her eye that the teenage tiger Mousse was glaring at her with contempt.