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Totter, Too, Part 4


"Dancing?" Tammy asked.

"You promised you'd never..."

"Oh, calm down, Cruiser," she said. "I'm looking for a way for you to socialize." She put the paper down on the table and tapped at the page. He walked over to stand there and look down.

There were no pictures and he didn't know how to read. "What's it say?"

"It says that there are all sorts of classes out there. Like continuing education for grownups." He stared up at her. She waved it off. "Never mind. What matters is that there are places I can take you and sign you up for activities and classes and all sorts of stuff.

"Most of it seems to be intent on making you entertaining... But there are other things. I thought dancing would be good."

"Why?" he asked.

"Well, it's physical. You haven't got a good intellectual base, not yet. Aside from search patterns..." They shared a grin. Right now, he was about 20 games ahead of her. He'd been as high as 36 until she growled and determined to catch up.

"And," she went on, "I would expect that there would be lots of girls in the class."

"Oh. Okay, then," he agreed.

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One of the classrooms at a local high school was set aside for sylph intro to dancing. Two card tables were standing beside each other. A full-length mirror was on its side across them both.

Sylphs grouped across the table tops. Some talked to each other, some looked in the mirror. The owners hovered a few steps away.

As Tammy had expected, most of the sylphs were female. They were anything from a track suit to nothing at all.

She placed Cruiser down at one end and backed away towards the other owners. He glanced at her as she retreated, but mostly stared at the other sylphs. At the women.

Then he walked closer. He didn't scream and charge or scream and run. Tammy breathed again. It looked like it would be okay.

She turned to smile at the nearest human. Most of the owners in the room were women, too. She wondered where the guys took their pets.

Small gasps from the table drew everyone's attention. Tammy turned. "Oh, God," she muttered.

Cruiser had definitely been educated. He wasn't trying to fight any of the sylphs on the table. He also wasn't trying to rape any. But he was responding as she realized she'd trained him to.

He was about six inches away from a busty, naked Amazon of a sylph. With his track pants down around his knees and both hands on his Little Cruiser.

She idly wondered if it would be a better metaphor to call it his Captain's Gig or a Dinghy. No quick answer came to her as she grabbed the carrier, quickly and carefully picked him up and thrust him inside.

Then they left, never to return.

"What'd I do?" he wailed in the car.

"That's not appropriate behavior in public!" she hissed. She started the car and slammed onto the street.

"What?" he asked, genuinely shocked. "Since when?"

"Since EVER!"

"But, but, but," he protested. "I didn't compliment their figure, I didn't threaten their jobs, I didn't ask them to a motel. I watched that harassment video with you and no one EVER mentioned touching yourself. Not as Red Light behavior, not as Yellow Light behavior, not at all!"

"Well, next year, I guess we'll know what to put on the critique sheet!"

About a mile further away from the school she started to calm down. She pulled over and opened the carrier door.

He looked at her suspiciously but came to her hand. She lifted him up and apologized. It wasn't on the training video because everyone already knew not to do that.

She stroked his hair and smiled and said it was okay. "They'll be scandalized back there, but we'll just never go there again."

"Aw," he moaned.

"We'll find something," she promised. "After a little discussion about when and where certain things are appropriate. It's a new toy for you, so some....excess enthusiasm is to be expected."

"That's what Peg said," he nodded.

"Yeah but she was talking about...about..." She reran that conversation in her head. Suddenly, she realized what Peg had thought THEY were talking about.

"Oh, merciful Heaven," she muttered. He looked up at her patiently.

-----

He was listening to one of her CDs, trying to master the words to Xanadu, while she combed the listings again.

She found a class. Not physical, taught at an adult learning center across town from the school, sponsored by a completely different organization, AND clothes or 'other appropriate coverings' were required.

"Cruiser?" she asked. "How'd you like to learn how to read?"



----End Totter, Too------



Totter, Too, Part 1
Totter, Too, Part 3

Cruise Control, Part 1


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