We lay there, my mitts grasping her ears, her muzzle deep between my thighs, locked together like some unmoving tableaux.We lay there, my mitts grasping her ears, her muzzle deep between my thighs, locked together like some unmoving tableaux. Finally she leaned back and let me sit up. I looked down at her, her muzzle wet with our fluids, and laughed. She looked up at me with that sparkle in her eye that only now she allowed me to see. I slid off the table into her lap and held her, thanking her. "You're welcome," she replied to my whispered blessings. She laughed and leaned back in her chair, looking up at me. "I love you," she said with both awkwardness and sadness. "Are you sure that's something you want to say right now?" Perry looked away. "I need someone to say it to." "And I'm it?" I asked, pulling away slightly. "That's what all this is about?" She shook her head. "That's not what it's all about, but that's a good part of it. Rainy, do you know what a 'biological clock' is?" "I hope so. My dad's a geneticist and mom's a doctor," I said. "It's either the rhythmic cycle of hormonal release in an adult body, or the triggering of some biological process by a progressively regenerative or degenerative condition." "I mean, do you think someone could have a biological clock set for when they want to have children?" "Oh, that. |