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Throttle hung up with Charley when the Dr. walked up to him.

"How is my wife, Dr.? Is she ready to go?"

"She's a little drowsy right now, but she may or may not have children again. I didn't tell her this. I figured it would be better coming from you. I'll take you to her."

The Dr. took Throttle to the back room where I was.

The Dr. opened the door and I looked over. I was half asleep and half awake. I felt like crap. Throttle walked over to me and held my hand.

"How you feeling, love?"

"I feel like crap. I wanna go home and sleep for days."

I tried to sit up and fell back into the seat. Throttle helped me sit up and stand.

"Nice and easy, babe. You're still groggy."

I staggered quite a bit when walking. Throttle was holding me up and wasn't doing too well. I took another step and fell. I took him down with me.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'll carry you so you don't have to walk."

"Such a gentleman." Then he picked me up and carried me out to the waiting room and sat me down.

Throttle walked up to the counter to pay for the abortion. The secretary told him not to worry about it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am. Your wife was raped and assaulted. I know how she feels. I had a friend who went through the same thing."

"Thank you, ma'am." Then he went back over to me and picked me up again. He carried me out to the bike. He put me on it, then put my helmet on me. When he got on, he wrapped his tail around my waist so I don't fall off.
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When we got back to the garage, Throttle got off the bike with his tail still wrapped around me. He picked me up with his tail and then carried me into the garage with me in his arms. He didn't take my helmet off 'til he got me upstairs.

After he laid me down on the bed upstairs, he took my helmet off and set it on the side table next to the bed. He covered me up and went back downstairs to relax while I sleep for the rest of the day.

While he was downstairs, he decided to go work on the bike I had been working on. He was careful not to make a lot of noise while I was asleep.

Throttle was so wrapped up in repairing the bike that he didn't hear someone sneak up behind him. He got knocked out and dragged out of the garage.

"You idiots! You got the wrong mouse!"

"How were we to know that he was going to be here?"

Throttle started waking up and noticed that Brie and his goons were in the van.

"You messed with the wrong mouse, you Plutarkian scum!" Then Throttle started to beat the holy hell out of everyone in the van.

By the time he was done, everyone was bloodied, beaten and have broken bones. Some were even dead from snapped necks. He even pulled out a knife and gutted Brie like the fish he is.

He got out of the van and headed back inside the garage. He went upstairs to take a shower after smelling like a Plutarkian.

"Eww, I smell so bad. I hope I don't wake Michelle with this smell."

He walked through the bedroom and into the bathroom to take a shower.

I had woken up after he closed the bathroom door. I woke up to a horrid smell. I looked towards the bathroom and called out to Throttle.

Before he got in the shower, he poked his head out of the bathroom. "Sorry about the smell."

"You go roll around in fish guts or something? That is nasty as hell."

"I gutted Brie like the fish he is. His goons tried to mousenap me like they did you, except when I woke up, I beat the holy hell out of them. Even killed a couple of them."

I looked at him in shock. "We'll talk after your shower about that. Please scrub the shower out after you're done, too. I don't want my bathroom reeking."

He went back into the bathroom to take his shower and I laid back down for a bit.
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An hour later, he finished up then scrubbed down the shower. He felt so much better after that mess was off of him.

Another 20 mins. later, he finally finished scrubbing the shower. He didn't dare complain about having to scrub the shower down. He couldn't blame me for wanting it done after what wafted through the bedroom.

He put the brush away, then wrapped the towel around his waist. Walked out of the bathroom still semi wet. I woke up to a wonderful smell. I looked his way and smiled.

"You smell much better. The smell of a clean mouse."

Throttle was about to say something when we heard voices downstairs. I tried to get out of bed, but Throttle gently pushed me back down.

"No way, babe. You are not getting up 'til at least sometime tonight."

"Oh, come on! Let me go see who's downstairs."

"No! You were mousenapped once, I'm not letting it happen again."

I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him with an icy glare.

"Get mad, but you're not going down there. I'll check it out."

I softened my glare and gave him a half smile. "Just be careful. We have no idea who's down there."

"I'm always careful."

I gave him the "really?" look. He almost laughed.

"Obviously you weren't today if Brie and his goons caught you off guard. Or the fight with your dad?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. He didn't like that I mentioned his father.

"Its true."

"True or not, he is not to be mentioned again." Then he went downstairs.
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After he made it downstairs, he noticed that Stoker and Rimfire were here.

"What are you 2 doing here?"

They looked towards Throttle and smiled.

"Wondering if Michelle was around? I need my bike looked at."

"She's down for the day, Rimfire. I also want to apologize for sending Modo to the hospital. I let my anger get the best of me."

Rimfire extended his hand out to Throttle. He shook it, then brought Rimfire in for a hug. Rimfire returned the hug.

"Charley told me you apologized to her, too. I visited with Uncle Modo and he told me that once he's out of the hospital, he doesn't want you coming around. I tried to get him to reconsider, but he's adamant about ending the long time friendship. I'm sorry, Throttle."

"I figured he would do this. Maybe Charley can get him to change his mind."

"Not likely. He's always been stubborn."

"Want me to take a look at your bike, Rimfire?"

"If you think you can find the problem. I've gone all over it and can't find the problem."

"Maybe you didn't look in the right place. Sometimes what you're looking for is in the least spot you expect it to be."

Before anyone said anything else, Throttle heard a noise upstairs.

"I hope she didn't try to get out of bed."

"Would you like me to go check on her?"

"That would be great, Stoker. Thanks."

Stoker nodded then headed upstairs to check on me.
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Upstairs. I had tried to get out of bed, but ended up falling out of bed. Stoker had just hit the last step when he saw me on the floor.

He helped me up and back into bed. "I think you need to stay in bed."

"Don't you start, Stoker. I'm so not in the mood."

"I can tell. I'm just trying to help Throttle while he deals with Rimfire's bike."

"I should be dealing with his bike, not Throttle. I've been doing this a bit longer than he has."

I tried to get out of bed again, but Stoker made sure I stayed in bed.

"If you don't stay put, I'll get Throttle up here."

I swatted his hand away. I refused to stay in bed. I swung my feet over the side of the bed and tried to stand up.

Stoker yelled down to Throttle that I was refusing to stay in bed. "I'll be right up, Stoker." Then he looked at Rimfire. "Give me a few. I need to deal with Michelle."

Throttle went upstairs to see what was going on.

He wasn't happy to see that I refused to stay in bed. I noticed the glare he was giving me.

"Don't give me that look, Throttle. You know damn well I need to be up and around."

"I know, but you also need to get some rest after the procedure you had."

I growled at him.

"I think I'll head back downstairs and let you 2 hash it out."

5 mins. after Stoker left, Throttle and I resumed our little fight.

"You can get mad at me all you want, babe, but you're staying in bed."

"The hell I am. I need to be moving around, not laying in bed doing nothing."

"You can barely walk now."

"That's cause of the position I was in. You try to walk in after being in the same position, I was in."

"You're still not going downstairs and working. And if you think about growling at me again, I'll strap you down to this bed."

"Sounds kinky."

Throttle shook his head. "I'm not surprised you would say that. Tell you what, if you can stay in bed long enough for me to get rid of Stoker and Rimfire, for a few hours anyway, we can start on that 3rd baby."

"Sounds good to me. Don't make me wait to long, or I'll have to come down there, even in my condition, and start on you right in front of them."

"I'll be right back, beautiful. Promise me you'll stay in bed for right now?"

"Sure, just make it quick."

He winked at me then headed back downstairs to deal with Stoker and Rimfire.
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Back downstairs. Both Stoker and Rimfire looked at Throttle.

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah, we're good. We talked it out and its been dealt with."

"Can I just leave my bike here, Throttle? Then you have time to look for the problem."

"Yeah, that's fine. If I can't find the problem, maybe Michelle will be able to when she can get back on her feet. One of us will be able to find the problem."

"Great, thanks. Just call me or Christina and one of us will come get it when its done."

"We will."

I yelled down to Throttle. "Don't make me come crawl down there!"

They all looked up towards where I was.

"We better get going. Don't want her getting hurt again."

"See you 2 later." Then watch them leave. Throttle closed the garage for the rest of the day and headed upstairs.
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He got upstairs and started striping. He didn't have much to strip off cause he had gone back to the vest with no shirt and blue jeans. He did wear his tennis shoes instead of his boots.

By the time he was completely naked, he threw the covers back from me and got in bed with me. He started nuzzling my neck while his tail undid my pants. His tail yanked my pants down. He noticed that I wasn't wearing underwear.

"Easy access, huh?"

"Didn't feel like wearing any today."

He put his hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit while nipping at my neck. He didn't even bother with my shirt.

"Before we go further, there's something you need to know."

"Your condom broke and you ended up getting the prostitute pregnant?"

"Nope. I was lucky it didn't break."

"Then what do you need to tell me?"

"The Dr. said you may or may not be able to have children since the abortion."

"Oh?"

"You're not upset?"

"Why would I be upset? If I can't have any biologically, then we can adopt."

"Never thought about adoption. Let's try for baby #3 before we think about adoption."

"I'm all for it."

He had been rubbing my clit the whole time we were talking. He stuck a finger in my pussy to see if I was wet.

"Oh baby. You are so wet. Here's to hoping for baby #3." Then he slid into me and made slow, passionate love to me for the rest of the day.