“Master!”
With a joyful grin, she leaped into his arms and hugged him, the two of them laughing in happiness and Thomas shedding tears of joy. Sonja and I watched them with warmed hearts, happy for their new relationship. Thomas turned to me, unable to stop his tears.
“Thank you so much,” he said.
“Just take good care of her. Make sure she’s happy.”
“I will.”
Thomas left with Molly, while I counted the five grand in the envelope he had given me. This was a little side business of mine, sanctioned by the DHHR. People who passed the adoption screening could be sent to me and I’d turn their pets for them, female pets, at least. Like all adopted hybrids, the wellbeing of any animals I turned was routinely checked on and monitored. Homeless hybrids were already being adopted left and right, but there were always people who wanted their own pets turned. I would comply if said animal was a cat, dog, mouse, rabbit, raccoon, or cow, because then the girls could interview them to get the real impression of the client.
The DHHR covered our housing, food, and water and power, due partly to my teaching work at the mansion, but this money I saved for miscellaneous purchases like Christmas presents, and should anything happen in the future and we lose the DHHR’s support. But really, I did it because I liked making people happy. The guys I usually helped were like Thomas, rejected by the opposite sex, often unable to date because they were too shy or had other social problems. But hybrids gave endless love without judgment, expectations, or standards, only under the condition that that love was returned.
The funny thing was that Lorraine a LOT more business than I did. There were a ton of women who also wanted to check out of the dating scene and spend their lives with an animal-eared lover.
With business taken care of, Sonja and moved to the backyard to join the kids still playing. One of Sonja’s three daughters, Maggie, waddled over to me. With long blonde hair just like her mother, her smiling face could outshine the sun.
“Master! Master!” she said.
That was the only word she could say yet, as was the case for all that could speak. I tried to get them to call me daddy or papa or anything else, but they called me Master, just like their mothers.
She held out a dandelion in her tiny hand to me. I crouched down and received the flower. “Thank you so much! That is so sweet!”
She smiled and clapped her hands.
“Master! Master!”
The End
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