Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20190120184411/@comment-36855838-20190121025544

I pull out my hunting license.

"Stop!"

She scuffles to a halt, her fur matted with drool and juices.

I hold it out for her to see, and she gets an entirely different blush on her face.

"Err, terribly sorry, I just kinda gotta thing for boyish types, I fugured if you were hunting you'd be old enough to. . . Ya know."