Unexpected Visitor Pt2


	Several people asked me for the second half of this story.  
Originally, my intention was to let the reader imagine what the 
revenge could possibly be.  Nothing I could write would be as 
creative or vivid, so I did not want to spoil the reader's personal 
conclusion.

	In short, there was no second half. 

	But my wife and several others demanded to know what was 
planned...    8{ )

	So, without further ado, here is the second part of Unexpected 
Visitor.  I hope you guys like it, and thanks for the ego-boosts.  They 
felt good.

Yours in fur,  Allen

	
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Unexpected Visitor pt 2
by Allen Kitchen
all rights and wrongs reserved 



	The afternoon daylight streamed into the doctor's office 
through the bay windows in the front lobby, and glowed in the tiny 
dust particles in the air as Randy studied his work.  Muscles the bear 
had discarded his leather trench coat, and was now wearing a white 
doctor's smock and stethoscope.  The black bear looked very 
professional in the outfit.

	"Well, Muscles." Randy commented, swishing his large fox tail 
excitedly.  "You actually look less like an assassin and more like a 
doctor now.  I think this is going to work perfectly.  What do you 
think?"

	"I still don't know how you managed to get the use of this 
doctor's office for the day." Muscles rumbled in his baritone bear 
toned voice, looking around the lobby.  "All the staff is still here too.  
How'd you swing all this Randy?"

	Randy straightened the pens in the Assassin's pocket.  "The 
chief doctor owed me a favor.  I convinced him to let us run a short 
scam here today.  The appointments for this afternoon are all 
rescheduled.  And all the doctors and nurses are here for effect, so 
nothing should give us away to Peggy."

	"I still don't think I can portray a doctor though." the black 
bear worried.

	"Come on Muscles.  Your job is simple.  All you have to do is 
take a blood sample from Peggy's arm, and give it to the nurse.  
Then, when the nurse gives you the lab results back, you tell Peggy 
that she has an illness."

	"What kind of illness?"

	Randy shrugged.  "I don't know.  It doesn't really matter.  Any 
illness.  You can make something up if you like... Hyperhormonitis."

	The fox then reached into a pocket, and pulled out a small 
bottle of white tablets.   "You then give her some of these sugar pills, 
and tell her that she needs to get out of the city for a couple of days 
to take the stress off her body so the medicine can work.  I will then 
take her out camping in the woods with me for a week.  Simplicity 
itself."

	The large black bear raised an eyebrow toward Randy.  "And 
what are you and Peggy going to do for that solid week out in the 
woods?"

	Randy smiled slyly.  "What do think we are going to be doing?"

	"I have some handcuffs you can borrow..."

	Randy laughed.  "I already have my own fur-lined set, but 
thanks.  Anyway, once we return from our camping trip, you and I 
can tell her that she has been had."

	"Repeatedly, and in several positions, if I know you."

	"Of course, Muscles.  Hey!  She hired a killer, namely you, to 
execute me last night.  Don't you think I am entitled to a little 
payback?  She has this coming.  If she didn't want to play rough, 
then she shouldn't have hired an assassin to knock me off."

	"Well, she did change her mind, you know.  Otherwise you 
would not be standing there, yapping at me." the bear grumbled at 
the relatively diminuitive fox.

	"I don't care, Muscles.  It is the thought that counts.  And I am 
going to get her back, in the end."

	Muscles walked over to the reception desk and picked up a 
blank patient chart.  "I'm not even going to comment on that line." he 
chuckled.  "Too easy."

	Randy sighed.  "Muscles, you really need to go out and find a 
date tonight.  Your mind is stuck on one thing, and one thing only."

	"And yours isn't?" the bear replied, half laughing.  "By the way 
fox, I have been wondering...  Just why is Peggy going to come down 
here to take a blood test in the first place?"

	Randy sat down in one of the comfortable lobby chairs, right 
next to the plastic fern.  "Because I called her this morning.  I told 
her that you, my 'doctor', found a virus in my bloodstream, and that 
it was contagious.  I suggested that she come here and get a test 
herself, and then we could both get the cure at the same time."

	The bear nodded.  "Very clever."

	"I thought so.  Anyway, she will be here in a few minutes, so 
let's finish up your disguise."  Randy pulled a pair of glasses out from 
his shirt pocket.

	"I don't think those are really necessary." the bear rumbled.  
"All us bears look alike to most other species."

	Randy snickered a bit.  "Maybe.  Maybe not.  But then, I am 
sure you think all us foxes look alike too."

	"Well, you do."

	"We do not!" Randy protested.  "And I am not taking any 
chances Muscles.  If she recognizes you from that night she hired 
you, then this entire gag is ruined.  And so is my planned party in 
the woods.  So put the glasses on, and get ready."

	Muscles rumbled unhappily as he took the frames from the fox, 
opened them, and set them on his muzzle.  He gazed through the new 
lenses, and blinked in astonishment.

	"Amazing.  You know, I can actually see better with these 
things on?" Muscles said, surprised.

	"Keep them then." Randy replied, happily noting that the bear 
looked completely different now.  "My treat.  But you probably 
should get your eyes checked and get a proper pair sometime soon."

	Chuckles grinned again.  "And speaking of a proper pair, I see 
Peggy coming up the walkway now."

	Randy turned in his seat to look outside the window.  Muscles 
was correct.  Peggy had arrived.

********


	Peggy sat upright on the examination table, rubbing the soft 
inside of her arm.  The bear had left the small white room about 5 
minutes ago, and Peggy was still sore from the blood sample 
procedure.

	"Well, I am not impressed with your doctor Randy." Peggy 
complained.  "I'm not impressed at all.  The way he stuck my arm 
with that syringe... it was like he thought he was holding a knife or 
something."

	Randy resisted the urge to laugh at her.  If she only knew...

	"Well Peggy, I realized after I got the news from him that I had 
put you in danger.  I didn't mean to of course.  I didn't know I had 
the virus until this morning.  Sorry that I had to drag you over here 
like this."

	Peggy nodded.  "And what will we do if the tests on me turn 
out positive?"  She sounded very worried, and she fidgeted with a 
tongue depresser.

	Good, Randy thought.  Serves her right, after what she did to 
me.

	"Well, the illness is curable." he lied to her.  "But the doc told 
me that I would have to leave the city for a week to reduce the 
stress on my body and to prevent my infecting anybody else."

	"Too late." Peggy grumbled.

	"Yeah Peggy.  I know."  He took her right hand into his, and 
gently carressed it.  "I already have my camping gear put together in 
the back of my van.  If you test positive too, then you can come along 
with me.  I would enjoy some company out in the woods anyway.  
And I can't think of anyone else I would rather have with me than 
you."

	Hope I am not laying it on too thick, Randy thought to himself.  
He didn't want to make her suspicious.

	Peggy narrowed her gaze at him.  "I thought you broke up with 
me Randy.  Why the sudden interest in getting back together, 
hmmm?"

	Randy shrugged his shoulders and looked at her face.  "I made 
a mistake honey.  And I'm sorry.  I didn't think before I acted."

	"You told me I was the most niave, bubbleheaded vixen on 
Gateway."

	"You destroyed part of my CD collection." 

	"No I didn't.  Your player was defective."

	"They don't play on the turntable Peggy!" 

	She crossed her arms in front of her in a dejected posture.  
"Well, how was I to know?  I don't know anything about Terran 
technology.  And I said I was sorry, didn't I?"

	Randy took a short breath and sighed heavily.  He would have 
to calm down quickly, if he was going to get her to go anywhere or 
do anything with him.

	"Yes.  Yes you did, dear.  You are right, of course.  I lost my 
temper, and I am sorry.  But I didn't mean it.  Have you ever said 
something, only to find out that you didn't really mean it later on?"

	Peggy squirmed slightly on the examination table she was 
sitting on.  "Uh... no Randy.  Not that I can recall." she haltingly 
replied.

	You lying witch!  Randy thought to himself.  You went out and 
hired an assassin to kill me one inch at a time because you were 
pissed off.  Then you changed your mind.  You wanted me dead, but 
you cooled down while you spoke to Muscles, and decided not to 
have me killed after all.

	Before Randy could say anything to her, Muscles opened the 
door to the little room, and came inside.  He was still in his doctor 
disguise, and he was carrying the lab reports of Peggy's blood in his 
hands.  He closed the door behind him, watching the vixen all the 
while.

	"Well, miss Peggy.  I have some bad news, and I have some 
good news for you as well."

	Wonderful!  Randy laughed heartily on the inside.  Muscles was 
going to give her the bad news about being ill, and then the good 
news about how simple the cure was.  He was using a classic delivery 
line.  Nice touch.

	Randy kept his face nuetral with all the willpower he could 
muster.  He worked very hard not to laugh out loud.  He did not want 
to ruin the con job.  This was going to be so much fun!

	"Let me guess doc." she quietly asked.  "I have the same virus 
Randy has, right?" 

	Muscles nodded.  "That is the bad news, yes."

	Peggy sighed deeply as she wrung her hands together.  She was 
very frightened. 

	Oh, this was going perfectly, Randy mused.

	"Okay then.  So, what is the good news?" she asked the bear.

	Randy held his breath.  Here it comes...

	Muscles set the lab report down on a table, leaned forward, and 
looked Peggy straight in the eyes. It was easy to do while the vixen 
was sitting on the exam table.  He paused a second or two for 
dramatic flair, then softly answered the vixen.

	"Your pregnant."

	Randy let out all his breath in a sudden gush of air.  That was 
not in the plan at all!  What was the bear doing, telling her that she 
was pregnant?  He told the bear to make up an illness. An illness!  
Pregnancy was not an illness.

	Peggy's face went completely white as the blood drained from 
her face.

	"I... I'm what?" she stammered.

	"Pregnant." the bear grinned.  "About 2 or 3 weeks along now, I 
would say."

	"But I feel fine!  I don't feel pregnant at all!  Are you sure there 
hasn't been a mistake somewhere?"

	"If there has, it was your mistake.  Not mine."  The bear 
laughed at her.  "And besides, it is not uncommon for foxes not to 
notice anything at all until the second month.  So I am not surprised 
that you don't feel pregnant right now."

	Randy watched Peggy carefully.  She was in complete shock 
from Muscle's news.  She probably felt just like he did when Muscles 
prepared to 'kill' him late last night.  

	Suddenly it struck Randy just what the bear was up to.  
Muscles was scaring the shit right out of her, just like he was 
supposed to.  But he had found better way of doing his job, and he 
made use of it.  He even had an explanation ready for why Peggy did 
not feel bad.  Clever, Randy thought to himself.  Very clever indeed.

	And there was a side benefit to the story as well.  Since Peggy 
now believed herself to be pregnant, she would not protest his 
advances in the days ahead.  He could satisfy his wildest fantasies 
with her, and she would go along with it.

	Muscles, after I get back from this sexual adventure, I am 
going to pay you some kind of a bonus for thinking on your feet.

	Peggy slowly began to get over her shock at the unexpected 
news.  Her hands were still trembling, Randy noticed.  Her voice also 
quivered as she asked the bear.  "Tell me doctor.  Is this virus in my 
blood going to hurt my babies?" 

	Muscles glanced over to Randy.  "Uh, no." he murmered.  "The 
particular virus you have won't harm your children at all.  But you 
both need to take these pills." he said, withdrawing the bottle of 
sugar pills from his coat pocket.  

	"And you both need to leave the city for a week or so as well." 
he continued.  "What you two have is contagious, and you need to be 
free from stress for a bit.  Otherwise the drugs won't work."

	"First you tell me that I am pregnant, and then you tell me not 
to be stressed out?" she exclaimed nervously.  

	The bear grinned widely.  "Well, you both need to do something 
fun while you are out there in the woods.  Go out and get some 
exercise, or whatever.  Do whatever you must to take your minds off 
of things."

	Randy nodded to them, following the bears line of thought.  
"Oh, don't worry doctor.  I will find some way of... distracting her for 
a week.  Right Peggy?"

	Peggy nodded back, still a little dazed.  

	"Um, Randy?" she spoke softly to him.  "I am going to go ahead 
and step outside for a moment and get some air.  I suddenly feel like 
I am suffocating in here.  Can I meet you out by your van?"

	"Sure darling.  I will see you there in a moment or two.  Give 
me a few minutes to straighten out a few details with the doctor 
here." 

	Peggy hopped off the examination table, and paused for a 
second to give Randy a half-hearted nuzzle.  She then went out the 
door into the hallway, and kept walking toward the lobby. 

	Randy stepped past Muscles, and quietly closed the door.  He 
then turned to face the black bear, smiling like he had never smiled 
before.

	"Oh Muscles, you are such a genius.  She thinks she is pregnant!  
Now she is putty in my hands!"

	He then began to laugh hard and loud.  In the small room, his 
fox laugh sounded much larger than it really was.  He guffawed for a 
moment or two, as the bear grinned along with him.  

	Finally, Randy calmed back down again.  He wiped a tear from 
his eye.  "Oh wow.  This is the best laugh I have ever had.  Did you 
see her face?  She almost had a heart attack!  That bit about her 
being pregnant was sheer brilliance."

	Muscles began removing his doctor's coat, still grinning.  
"Thank you very much.  It was pretty funny, wasn't it?  And the best 
laugh hasn't even begun yet."

	"Oh, yeah." Randy lustfully agreed.  "The best laugh.  My 
hedonistic week all alone with her in the forest.  Seven days of 
amoral turpitude.  I did mention that I plan to 'accidently' have our 
clothes wash away downstream, didn't I?  She and I are going to be 
naked in the woods for the entire week.  Oh, that poor vixen is going 
to pay dearly for calling you, Muscles.  Payback is such a bitch, isn't 
it?"

	"This time, it appears to be a vixen."  the bear remarked as he 
tossed the coat across the examination table.  "You know something, I 
almost envy you Randy.  You are going to have a week long party 
that will set fire to your dreams for decades to come.  She will deny 
you nothing.  She will submit to your every carnal desire.  After all, 
she thinks nothing more can possibly happen to her."

	"But even so, I am still glad that I am not in your shoes Randy."

	"Not one for dallying with the vixens, eh?  You don't like dating 
outside your species, Muscles?"

	"That is not it at all." the bear said.  He was staring at an 
eyechart on the wall, still amazed at the improvement in his vision 
the glasses gave.  "In fact, I enjoy bedding a certain vixen, now and 
then.  No, what I meant was you are going to be out there all alone 
with her.  And she is going to be calling you 'husband' and 'daddy' 
and what not for the entire week."

	Randy thought about that for a moment.  "Hmm.  Yes, you are 
probably right.  Still, considering what I am going to get out of this, I 
can put up with that.  But I really need to get going now Muscles.  
Paradise awaits.  And I need to stop by the pharmacy first to pick up 
some extra protection for the week."

	Randy patted Muscles on the back in a display of comradrie.  
Laughing, he added  "After all, I don't want to get her pregnant for 
real, now do I?"

	"Well, I don't think you need to worry about getting her 
pregnant."  the bear said in an amused voice.

	"Really?"  Randy asked.  "Why not?"

	Muscles turned his head to face the fox, and lifted his hand up 
to his glasses.  He pulled them down a bit and peeked over the rim at 
Randy.  

	"Because it is too late to worry about that.  Far too late."

	"Oh, come on Muscles.  Stop kidding around." Randy chuckled.  
"Peggy isn't in here anymore."

	"Exactly." the bear replied, still amused.  "She is not here.  So 
why would I be kidding?"

	The bear then picked up the blood report, and handed the 
papers to Randy.  The fox stood there unmoving, looking at the 
proffered papers in a puzzeled manner.  

	"You can't be serious..." the fox mumbled.

	"Oh.  I am very serious Randy.  Go on ahead.  Read the report 
for yourself... daddy."  The bear chuckled softly to himself as his last 
words struck home with the fox.

	Randy's grin faded.  He slowly took the documents from the 
black bear, and studied the list of things tested for in the lab report.

	And there, on the top sheet, there was the word PREGNANCY, 
and beside it in pencil was the word POSITIVE.

	Randy felt his breathing stop.  Oh No!

	Muscles was slowly laughing at him now, chortling deeply.  "If 
you could only see your own face, Randy.  Looks like the joke is on 
you now, doesn't it?  That was what I meant by my comment about 
the best laugh coming later.  The best laugh is my laughing at you 
while you watch your great master plan blow up in your face!"

	Muscles opened a cabinet door and took out his leather coat 
again.  Randy did not watch him at all.  His eyes were glued to the 
word POSITIVE on the sheet in front of him.

	"But... how?" Randy stammered out.  He began to shake, so he 
sat down on the examination table rather than fall to the floor.

	"Oh, come on now." Muscles teased him.  "You know how.  
Otherwise, you would not be in this predicament."   The bear 
chuckled some more as he put his leather coat back on, and 
straightened up the dagger emblem on his lapel.

	"But it isn't fair!" Randy yelled, throwing the papers to the 
floor.  "Life was just starting to get interesting for me!  This just isn't 
fair!"

	The bear shot Randy a cold, cold stare.  

	"It isn't fair?  Well cry me a river, son.  Who said anything in 
life was fair?  Nobody.  And if you ask me, this is very fair indeed.  
The fates have done an excellent job, for a change.  You and that 
vixen deserve each other."

	"What do you mean?"

	"I mean you are both selfish, tempermental brats who need to 
grow up." the bear fumed.  "She got angry and thought she wanted to 
kill you.  So she called me.  You then decided to get even by trying to 
trick her into a week of nonstop sex with you.  All either of you can 
think about is yourselves, and getting payback.  Neither of you think 
at all about anyone elses feelings, or the consequences of your 
actions."

	The bear crossed his arms and continued to stare at the 
shocked fox sitting on the table.  His voice was stern and gruff.

	"Well, now you are both stuck with each other Randy.  And not 
only that, your kits will be totally dependent on both of you for 
years to come as well.  Life, as you both knew it, is now over.  You 
two are going to have to learn to at least tolerate each other for the 
next couple of decades.  I hope the sex was worth it."

	Muscles then stuck out a finger and poked Randy in the chest 
with it.  He angrily added,  "And  I suggest both of you lose my 
phone number, so you can't call me the next time you two have a 
fight.  I am fed up with getting involved in your petty little 
squabbles.  The next time either of you feel like killing the other, try 
kicking the dog instead."

	"But I don't have a dog." Randy pittifully replied.

	"Then get one!" the bear roared back.  "The point is, if either of 
you ever call me again, I will simply kill both of you, just for the hell 
of it!  I am a member of the Enforcer Guild, not a counselor.  You two 
need to get your shit together, and fast.  But leave me out of it, the 
both of you!"

	Randy just sat there, hanging his head in shame.

	The bear turned around, opened the door again, and looked 
back over his shoulder at the depressed Vulpine.  "Oh, and one more 
thing Randy."

	"Yes?" the fox sadly replied without looking up.

	"You might want to teach that vixen how to use the CD player 
before she moves in with you.  Those Terran discs are very 
expensive to ship all the way out here."

	Randy sighed, and nodded slowly.  

	The assassin turned and went out the door, leaving the shocked 
and worried fox all alone in the examination room.  He angrily 
walked through the lobby, out of the building, and down the front 
steps to the sidewalk.  

	The air was warm, and the sun was still shining.  Muscles 
decided to leave his coat open for the moment.  He took in a deep 
breath of the spring air as he walked toward the street.  He decided 
it was such a nice day, he wanted to walk down the street for awhile 
before hailing a cab to pick him up.  The scent of fox was thick in his 
nostrils, and he needed some fresh air to clear his nose.

	As he walked down the sidewalk, he noticed Peggy leaning on 
Randy's van, gently crying into her hands.  He could just hear her 
soft sobs above the slow wind.  Her eyes were hidden in her paws, 
and she did not see him come out.

	He wondered if Randy would come out soon to check up on her.  
Would he come and console her?  Maybe, maybe not.  There was no 
telling.  Hopefully they would come together and find each other 
because of this, Muscles thought to himself.

	They were still in shock at the moment.  This week alone in the 
forest might be good for the both of them. 

	He looked away and walked down to the edge of the street.  He 
then turned to walk north along the street's edge, and pulled out his 
day planner.  After a couple of seconds, he found the pages holding 
Peggy's and Randy's phone numbers.

	Muscles tore them from his book, and let the pages drift in the 
breeze.