Int.

(Day Five – Buster's Burrow – 1:50PM)

As day five resumes progress, Buster was in his burrow and upon arrival, he started towards the bathroom for his medication, but was quickly reminded that he has already taken one that morning, which was the reason why he has halted himself from that attempt.

As he placed the medicine back in the cabinet, he took a deep breath as a measure of calm before making his way out the bathroom.

As he did so, he wasted little time in getting on the phone to alert his therapist of the situation in regards to what he has witnessed that afternoon.

Int.

Meanwhile, erotic moaning was heard from the other room as Therapist Hampton Pig and Masseuse Therapist Fifi Le Fume were on the couch.

Specifically, Fifi was down on her hands and knee moaning in an amount of pleasure while Hampton, who was keeping her soft tail at bay with his left hand and her buttock with his right, was constantly thrusting into her.

All the while, they were both moaning from the sensual pleasure emanating from around them without a sound to disturb them. That was, until the phone started to ring from the other side.

Hampton managed to ignore the first ring, but had to halt his thrusting upon the second ring as he and Fifi halted their lovemaking and started breathing heavily upon the sensual experience while the phone constantly rings.

"Ze phone is ringing, sweetheart."

Hampton nodded while exiting from her and redoing his pants.

"Yeah, I know."

Luckily, the therapist's session for his patient wasn't for another two hours, which gives him pretty much 'playtime' with Fifi.

As Fifi stayed on the couch, Hampton got from the couch, but not before halting and turning halfway so his gaze from his left eye was to the skunkette while a smile was plastered on his face.

"I'll be back." He replied in an imitation of Schwarzenegger, which issued a sensual giggle from the skunkette.

Afterwards, Hampton made it to his office and answered his ringing phone.

"Hello, this is Doctor-slash-Therapist Hampton Pig. I'm currently on break, but if you're making an appointment—"

"Hampton…" The voice on the other line spoke before Hampton resumed without acknowledgment.

"—please inform my secretary of the development. My--"

"Hampton…"

"—session hours are between 3:00PM in the afternoon to—"

"7:00PM in the evening." The voice mocked before bellowing in frustration. "HAMPTON!!"

Hampton flinched and inched himself away from the phone upon a blow of wind issuing to his ear.

After regaining himself, he placed the receiver back to his ear and spoke with a hint of confusion on his face.

"Who is this?"

"N-No, y-you know who this is?"

"Actually, I don't due to the hot air blowing hard up against my ear like that."

"Sorry about that. It's me, Buster."

Hampton issued a groan of annoyance upon the name.

"Buster, why are you calling here?"

"You're my therapist."

"No, on the job, I'm your therapist. Off the job, I'm your friend and as your friend right now, I got a little tip for you: Do not call me when I'm off the job and on my break. Now I'm going to hang up."

"No, No, No, Hampton, listen to me. I saw her."

"Babs?"

"No, Jasmine!"

Hampton issued another groan of annoyance upon the news.

"Buster, have you learned nothing from my masseuse? If you are starting to experience these dreams again—"

"It was NOT a dream! I saw her in person!" Buster's voice practically shouted from the other line as Hampton grew surprised upon the news.

"What? You mean she's here? In Acme Acres?"

"Yes! Hammy, what'll I do?"

Hampton grew in silence while coming into a careful train of thought for his blue friend's problem.

"Hampton?"

"I'm thinking."

Int.

(Buster's Burrow)

It was an overwhelming, yet dreading wait of silence for the blue bunny as he paced back and forth on the floor while awaiting his therapist's answer.

The whole experience was nerving to the blue bunny, but he managed to ease himself as best he can in order to stay calm.

"Buster?" Hampton's voice came on the other line as Buster halted his pace.

"Yeah?"

"Stay home."

Before Buster could even issue an expression, Hampton intervened.

"Do not go anywhere, just stay home."

"B-But what do I do?"

"To start, you can use my masseuse's treatment to calm yourself down. I won't be feeling any better if someone were to find your dead corpse on the floor upon overdose of the medication. Speaking of which, you did take only one today, did you?"

Buster nodded.

"Yeah, no, I did. Had it been for the reminder, I would've overdosed a few minutes ago."

"Thank God for the memories. I'm gonna hang up now, so don't go anywhere, okay?"

Buster nodded.

"Okay."

"And Buster?"

"Yeah?"

"Take this little reminder into account: If you ever, in any other day, call me off the job during my break, then I won't have to worry about the medications doing you in. I'll kill you myself. And don't think I won't find you because trust me when I say this: I know where you live. You understand that?"

Buster grew hesitant to speak upon his friend's ominous words, but regained himself and spoke.

"Uh, y-yeah, understood."

"Alright, see you around."

"You too."

As Buster hung up the phone, he issued a sigh of relief, but then grew a bit discomfort upon his friend's ominous words to him over the phone.

"Shit. He seriously needs to get laid." He muttered before making himself comfortable on his bed.

Int.

(Babs' Burrow – 3:00PM)

Babs, who long since got over her headache upon an hour's rest, was seated comfortably on her couch and was on the phone with Shirley while relating to her of the strange incidents that has been transpiring with her boyfriend that lead her to the frustration that she was in at the moment.

"I-I don't-I don't know, Shirley. But somehow, I get this feeling that he's hiding something from me at this point. I mean, first, he issued a bet to give up sex for a week to gain the amount of ten measly dollars, that much I understand. What I don't understand is why. Then, I find out, thanks to you, that he was in a gay bar with a couple of drags."

As Babs halted, she started breathing heavily from her speech.

"Babs, calm down. Cleanse your breathing." Shirley spoke from the other line.

It took a couple of seconds, but Babs has managed to ease her breathing a bit.

"I'm calm."

"Good."

But, as Shirley suspected, the pink bunny's calm didn't pretty much last that long before the frustration returned. Luckily, her waterfowl friend on the other end was able to catch on every word.

"Oh, and here's the kicker: The four day avoidance!"

"Four days?"

"Yeah, four days. He has been able to avoid me in the period of four days, that's two days apiece. In the first half of two days, I confronted him about it, and then he gave me the answer by mentioning his therapist. Now I'm a rational bunny, okay? I take his condition very seriously, and yes, I buy the story. But I have common sense to know that it does not take two days to issue medication for yourself."

"Yeah, I'll have to, like, agree with you on that part. But where was he on the second day?"

"That's what I asked him. And he hesitated for a minute before there was a knock at my door. But before I could answer it, the phone ranged."

"Ohh."

"Yeah, so he left for a minute leaving me behind."

"And you decided to liven up the place as a part of your scheme."

Babs nodded.

"Yeah. And I don't think I have to remind you what happened after that, which was also strange."

"The shaking of the hand. Really strange."

"Yeah, like I'm a fucking guy. And then, another two days has passed until I finally caught up with him this morning on the sidewalk."

"Oh, God, Babs, you didn't lose it in front of him, did you?"

"I almost did, but thanks God I had self-control at the moment. But there's something else that caught my interest, Shirl."

"What?"

"The facial expression on his face. See, in the first half of the two days, he was all hesitant and nervous and all, but in the second half, he was in this calm stature like something was lifted off his chest for a moment."

"Really?" Shirley's voice spoke with a hint of surprising awe in it.

"Yeah. And, mentally, that freaked me out a bit. I mean, one moment, he was hesitant and nervous, and the next, he's calm. I can understand his therapy, but goddamn! And to top that off, he-he invited me for a snack at the delicatessen of all places."

"How is that strange?"

"He's been avoiding me for the past four days. How is that not strange?"

"Hmm, you totally got me there."

"Yeah, but it gets stranger with only one word: 'Coffee.'"

"Coffee?"

"Yeah. If memory serves me correctly, we rabbits drink carrot juice. Since when has he ever taken a liking to coffee? I mean, my mind was racking with questions at the moment during that little incident."

"And I'm guessing that all that hard thinking gave you a migraine."

Babs nodded.

"Yeah. Thanks goodness I had a few headache pills."

"So, what are you gonna do now?"

Before Babs could speak, a knock was at her door, which caught her attention.

"Could you hold on a second, Shirl? Someone's at my door."

"Sure."

As Babs placed down on the side, she went to her door and opened it to find the unrecognizable face of a feminine blue bunny at her doorstep.

Babs creased her left eyebrow upon the sight of her as both their eyes met for a while in silence.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"Um, yes, I was wondering if you could provide me with some directions."

"Directions?"

"Yeah, I was looking for a Victoria Secrets place and got myself lost around here."

Babs couldn't help but issue a snicker of amusement from her breath upon the situation that this mysterious female bunny was in.

"Yeah, that happens to a lot of people nowadays."

"Heh, tell me about it."

Babs cleared her throat before providing the specific directions to her by use of hand signals. It took a couple of seconds, but she was eventually done as the female bunny issued a smile and nodded.

"Okay, thanks for the directions, Ms., uh…"

"Babs Bunny."

"Babs Bunny. Nice name." She complimented before extending her hand. "My name is Jasmine Bunny. Please to meet you."

Babs took her hand and nodded with a smile to her face.

"Likewise. Jasmine is kind of a nice name, too."

"Thanks. Listen, I have to go. Maybe we could meet each other again sometime."

With the smile intact, Babs shrugged her shoulders.

"Maybe. You never know. See you around, Jasmine."

Jasmine issued a curt nod.

"You too, Babs."

Jasmine turned and made her way to the ladder and out the burrow while Babs watched her departure with the smile intact to her face.

'Wow. She seems nice.' Her thoughts replied

Eventually, she closed her door and went back to her phone while sitting back on the couch.

"You still there, Shirl?"

"Still here. What happened?"

"Oh, nothing. Just a nice girl who wanted directions."

"Oh? Who was she?"

"She said her name was Jasmine."

"Nice name."

"That's what I said."

"Mmm. Anyway, back to the question. What are you gonna do now?"

Silence issued from Babs as she was in her train of thought at the moment. Truth be told, she didn't know what to do at this point. Then, she thought back on the explanation that Buster provided to her.

With a sigh escaping her breath, Babs spoke.

"I'm gonna have to go to his therapist."

"His therapist? Babs, you do know—"

"Y-Yeah, I know about doctor-patient privileges. But I want answers, alright? And if Buster isn't gonna squeal, then maybe his therapist will."

A sigh was issued from Shirley on the other line, which Babs acknowledged.

"I totally hope you know what you're doing."

Babs issued a sigh of annoyance upon the speech.

"Of course I know what I'm doing. It'll be okay. Trust me, the last thing I wanna do is go crazy on this guy."


A/N: Phew! Another update and another thanks to Rock Raider for the help. Keep a lookout for next chappies. Ciao!