(March 30, 2011)
(this is the morning after our amazing night in bed)

The seguinte morning, I woke up to bright sunlight. I yawned and stretched, feeling a little stiff for some reason.
Then it all came back to me. The sex of the night before.
It had been the most amazing night of my life.
I got up and made a pot of coffee with the Folgers Black Silk stuff. The aroma rising from the pot was enough to give the boost that I needed.
When I went back into the bedroom to put some clothes on, Scar was just waking up.
"Morning, beautiful," I said, smiling.
She smiled back. I wasn't sure whether it was my compliment that made her smile so or whether it was the fact that I was still naked.
"You know, you're still naked, right?" she said mischievously.
It was that I was naked.
"Yeah, I know," I laughed. "I'm going to put something on right now."
"Hold off on that for a bit," she said seductively. She obviously remembered last night just as well as I did.
She wrapped her paws around my neck and pulled me back into bed. We kissed feverishly, which resulted in me having a hard on.
During our love, I heard the coffee maker beep, but I paid it no mind, being occupied in one of the best ways I had ever had.

Later, after we had both erupted into orgasm, I went and hopped in the shower. I had just started to lather up my hair when I felt pele, peles on my leg. I looked down to see Scar standing there in the chuveiro with me. I didn't pergunta it.
She stood beneath the chuveiro head and got soaked through quickly. Anticipating what she was about to ask me, I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squirted a generous amount into my palm.
She asked, "Hey, Colby, would you mind rubbing some shampoo into my fur?"
She had barely finished the sentence before I started massaging the apple-scented stuff into her fur. She jumped.
"I knew you were going to ask," I preempted.
Scar laughed, a beautiful fleeting sound that I wished I could listen to forever.
I lathered her up, and when struck por how comical she looked with tons of white foam sticking to her, I hopped out of the shower, dried my hands off and snapped a pic with my iPhone.
I got back in and she scowled at me. But after a second, as if she couldn't stay mad at me, she smiled. I laughed.
After the shower, and a copious amount of toweling Scar off, I dressed. I picked out a Hedley t-shirt, as they were my favorito band, and a tan pair of shorts with flip flops and my aviators. The camisa was black with an image of the album cover "Hedley" on it. It was my favorito camisa of all time and I wore it often.

"Scar, do you want to go for a drive?" I asked once I was dressed and presentable. I hoped she would say yes, because we needed to go to Colville for some things, chief among them a colarinho, colar and tag.
She considered the pergunta for a moment, then answered in the positive.
Inwardly, I sighed with relief.
I lead her to the garage, which housed my 2008 Dodge víbora ACR, my 2010 Nissan GT-R Spec V, a Volvo S60R, and a 2005 Jeep Wrangler. I started for the víbora and picked Scar up.
"Okay, now I'm putting you in the front seat, but stay sharp. I'll drive carefully, but still..."
She nodded and I deposited her in the seat. I went around to my side, climbed in, and started the engine.
The naturally aspirated 8.0 liter V10 engine of the víbora sparked to life with a throaty growl that echoed off everything in the garage, producing a cacophony of sounds.
Scar's eyes widened.
I blipped the throttle, which brought a heavy snarl from the exhaust pipes.
I dropped the transmission into neutral and the car rolled backwards out of the garage.