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“Sounds perfect, but I don’t want to go anywhere fancy. How about Burger World? Then before we go to the waterfront, we can head to the pet store? I need to pick up a few things for Moose.” He smiles as Moose trots in and sits beside Paul, his chest puffed out and his head held high.

“My boy needs to get spoiled.” Paul rubs behind Moose’s ear, making his back paw thumb against the floor. “How about you make a list of what you need from the pet store? I’ll take Moose with me and spoil the boy and by the time I get back you will have had time to finish work and get ready for dinner.”

“I’ll give you my card. It’s the one I use for Moose’s bills.” Paul states, as I reach into the desk and hand Paul a credit card, which he doesn’t accept.

“No, I will pay for everything today for him. I do have to make a stop at the clubhouse and change, so it will take a bit. We should be back around four o’clock. Where is Moose’s harness and muzzle.” I tell him the basket by the front door and watch as he stands and whistles for Moose to follow him.

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Tina comes into my office just as the lender sends through the commitment from earlier. “Girl, did that man take Moose with him?”

“He is picking up the stuff we needed for Moose, like the big bag of dog food and a replenishment of treats, and when he comes home, we are going for dinner,” I mumble, as I download the commitment, relabel it and send it off in a congratulations email.

“Home, huh?” Tina says, my head turning to hers as a smile spreads across her face. “Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I am going to the clubhouse. I am hoping to snag me an orgasm like you had last night.” She smirks.

“Tina, how can you be over what happened to you? We were both raped, both assaulted, and we both saw things that not many people see daily. Yet, you seem to be over it,” I ask. I have been so afraid to let Paul get close to me. That even today when he sat across from me, I couldn’t control the pounding in my chest.

“Jess, I will never forget what that animal did to me, to you, or even my poor dead husband. But I can’t let it control me. He controlled me for hours. Telling me when I could take a shit or eat. Pulling orgasms from me that he didn’t deserve. I realized I won’t let anyone control me anymore. I get to make all the choices in my life. No one else gets that over me. Anyone that’s wants in my pussy has to follow my rules. My orgasm, my way,” Tina says.

“How?” I whisper.

“Do you like being controlled by the fear of the unknown?” I shake my head.

“Do you like feeling like the next gust of wind is going to break you?” Her rapid-fire questions throw my mind into a tailspin. The answers to her questions are no. They are always no.

“I am tired of living in fear. I want to live,” I state.

“Then stop living in fear and start living for the moment. If you don’t, life is going to pass you by and the next thing you know you are lying in a hospital bed, with only me at your bedside. Do you want to live the remaining days, months, years of your life living out loud. Finding a man,” she smirks at me, “and living for you.”

“You’re right. No more. I want all the bullshit that happened in the past to stay exactly where it is and where it belongs. Buried deep with that piece of shit,” I mumble.

“Then close your computer for the night and go and get all gussied up for your date with Paul. Then, Jess. Go out and live!” she shouts, causing me to chuckle but follow exactly what she said to do. Making sure to push all my calls to my voice mail. Then locking my office for the night.

Showering and then pampering myself before putting on the outfit I picked for the night. I hope I can pull it off.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Lynx

Spending the afternoon with Moose was like having a miniature best friend that followed you around, was happy to see you, and didn’t beg for everything in sight. The number of women that touched my arm was shocking. Then there were the ones who flat out went to grab my cock. Those usually ended up with Moose growling at them and them jumping away.

“Moose, let’s go get aTimbitsand some coffee,” I say, the cab of my truck is filled with nothing but pants and slobber as I pull into theTim Hortonsdrive-thru.

“Can I please have a large steeped tea with one milk and one sugar, a large double, double with an espresso shot and I have a furry little friend that would like a ten pack of old-fashioned plain donuts,” I speak into the speaker box. The woman on the other end of the line distorted, but she confirms and tells me my total.

The line in front of me is about four deep. I can see the window, and it looks like the person in that car and the worker are having a conversation. They are laughing, and the car behind them is getting impatient. Their arms are waving all over the place, and you can see through his back window that he is shouting.

“Moose, some people need to learn to relax,” I mumble, giving his head a scratch and moving up when the line starts to move. It doesn’t take long before I reach the window. Smiling at the person who tells me my total and waiting for them to pass me the stuff I had ordered.

“Thank you for choosing Tim Hortons. Have a great day.” The lady smiles at me as she finishes handing me the order. I smile in reply and slowly pull forward.

Just as I finish placing my coffee in the holder and look up into the headlights of the car that is speeding through the parking lot. It forces me to slam on my brakes and brace Moose against my arm.

The guy in the car honks and flips me off. “Fucker, you are lucky I have a better place to be than sitting in a jail cell for beating your ass,” I yell out the window as I pull up beside him. He turns to look at me, his eyes going big before he slams his foot on the gas and flies out of the parking lot, cutting off every vehicle just to get away from me.

Flipping my indicator on to go in the opposite direction, I look over at Moose. His head is watching the other car. “I know, boy. Assholes think they can get away with everything.”

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