Girly Scream
I'm really quite embarrassed about my little girly scream when he licked my toes. The rough texture of his tongue was just so surprising. Fraser said he wouldn't hurt me, but five seconds later, he bit me and I screamed again.
"Ray," he'd said, because that's what he calls me. "It couldn't hurt that much."
"It did. You don't know," I responded.
Fraser had shifted. My eyes were closed because I was more than a little nervous, but then he said "Pet it."
"Pet it!?"
"Yes," he'd told me, so I did. He was soft and fuzzy.
Finally I got the courage to open my eyes, the fear that he would claw my eyes out gone. "Damn. Otters are kinda cute."
The End