“What about your hands?” I asked.
“Is that really a deal-breaker for you?” he asked with a smile as his paws held the baby comfortably.
“I guess not,” I said nervously. “But what are you?”
“A fantasy, a dream; I’m whatever you want me to be.” He put the sleeping baby in a cradle.
I was relieved that I could hear her softly breathing. “Is that my daughter?”
“Our daughter.” The rabbit-man looked at me with his dreamy bedroom eyes. His lips were pillow-soft and feminine. His blond hair fell in a choppy cut, just shorter than shoulder length.
“Will you lie with me?” He reached out his hand, biting his lip in hesitation.
“Sure, ok.” I took one step towards him, and the light from a nearby window caressed over my body. I was n***d; that was not unexpected, but the condition of my body was
