XIX
Visiting Brantawick
Michael found a place to park. They got out and, after Amanda reattached herself to his arm,
they started sightseeing. It was while they were walking that Michael learned another aspect of a
Humanimal woman’s heat. Amanda was overly, overtly defensive of him. If another woman
looked at Michael for more time than was necessary to not run into him, Amanda would lay her
ears back and slightly lift her lips in a quiet snarl. Very quickly, Michael learned that a reassuring
caress of her head or a soft word of affection would ease these tense moments. Occasionally,
Michael thought he heard her say, “Mine!” to some of these women; then, she would look at him
with a little fear in her eyes. Her fear and her reaction to the other women bothered him.
As they walked through one of the numerous small parks that dot the oldest part of Brantawick,
Michael found a bench and, guiding Amanda to it, he said, “Here, let’s sit down for a little
while.”
They sat and Amanda put her arms around Michael and snuggled close to him. She seemed so
happy; he hated to say what he had to say for fear that she would misinterpret what he said as she
did thirteen weeks earlier at Max’s Gym. Dealing with a Humanimal woman in heat was going to
be difficult. “Amanda, I’m going to say something that will upset you. Please understand, that
isn’t what I want to do.” She looked at him fearfully. Michael continued, “Amanda, you know
I’m fond of you; you know I would never intentionally do anything to hurt you. That said, I need
you to stop being so possessive of me.”
“But . . .”
“No, please let me finish. I’m not interested in any other female. I’ve said, on more than one
occasion that, if I can ever overcome my upbringing, you’re the one I would want.”
“Really?” She said as she blinked quickly.