He swung his coat off and handed it to Leo, who took it like a rack takes a towel. “This isn’t the surprise, either,” Dary said, muzzle tipped down, growl in his voice but a grin on his muzzle. The fox yipped and backed up into the closet door. When he turned around, Dary was right there. “I look like I should be in the Tour de France,” Leo said, dodging Dary and grabbing the mop, running it over to the utility closet. “Why would I complain about a fox in spandex? You look great.” It’s right there, Leo thought to himself.ĭary gave Leo a dog smile as he stepped across the room. Sorry for the attire.” My surprise is right on the front of me, Dary. “I really wasn’t expecting you yet, so I was, uh, cleaning. He scooped the bag in both arms and carried it over to the sofa, then set it down on the middle cushion. Leo took the heavy, boutique-fancy bag and groaned as it almost toppled him forward. No, this is the surprise.” He hefted the bag. “Aahh, Dary? You’re really early.” Dary had a black leather duffel bag with him, large and almost stately. He opened it to a tall sharp-eared canine in a charcoal frock coat, black leather dress gloves, dark slacks, and what looked like retro black dress shoes. He muttered under his breath, then padded over and answered it without even looking. Half an hour after the message, and just as he was about to start the kitchen floor, someone rang the doorbell.
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Leo put on an old set of yellow and white biking gear while he worked, a running black mustang emblazoned in a full gallop across his slender pecs. Maybe the surprise would be something more fitting of the stunning leather-clad photos on Darryl Springer’s KinkFest web profile. The first two had been to a restaurant and a dessert bar, both with extended heavy-petting goodbyes at the Beauceron’s apartment. The red fox had an hour and a half to prepare himself and his condo for his third date with the dark, towering dog. Leo tickled inside as he looked at the suave, rakish dog, even as a tiny headshot on his cell phone. The message’s sender was a Doberman-like dog whose head sidelined the text bubble, with the name “Dary” underneath it.