Chapter 6

Matt retired from the military and took up a full time role in the agency, in time we both passed our exams to become accredited Estate agents, Mr Pederson then retired and we become the owners. During this period Sally and my relationship took a great leap forward, we became engaged to be married. Mum and Matt decided to tie the knot so a double wedding was arranged.

For a wedding gift, Mr Meadows gave Sally and I a 50% share in his estate agency, Mum's gift was her share in our estate agency which in effect was a partial merger of the two agencies. We had to assure the other agency in town we were not ganging up on them and that things would continue as normal.

The weddings went off without a hitch, Matt was my best man and I was Matt's. The 'oldies' decided to honeymoon in Queensland, Sally and I agreed on the 'Womb' for ours. We had the bus already to go after the reception finished, her Dad was to look after both agencies while we were gone.

We took a lazy drive to the 'Womb' normally it was a six hour drive, we took two days, we camped in parkland overnight and consummated our marriage. That's not to say our sex life was just starting, on the contrary, once Sally had got over her previous relationship we were at it like two sex crazed hamsters.

We both had strong sexual urges and we didn't hold back.

When we arrived at the 'Womb' George the van park owner greeted us like long lost friends, when I introduced Sally as my wife he insisted we have the site for free as a wedding gift, we thanked him and went about setting the bus up.

Sally, it turned out was as big a fish fanatic as Mum, we launched the dinghy and pumped worms and clickers, we fished the runout with soft plastics and the run in with bait, we had fish for tea and a few to give to George as well. We swam on the beach where Mum and I first skinny dipped and did the same. Life was perfect.

The following day we walked along the surf beach where Mum and I met the rapist, I didn't tell Sally about the attack and the subsequent death of the attacker, some things are best left unsaid. Mum and I had discussed this often and we agreed that nothing good would come of revealing our part in the saga; it was a secret between just us two.

Time marches on, Sally and I had been Married for two years when she broached the subject of children, ours to be specific.

I reminded her of our conversation on our first date, would there be a passing on of my 'furry kink' was it recessive or dominant?

Sally had discussed the chances with Mum who told her the Gyno who had handled my birthing had assured her I was a million to one occurrence and there was nothing in either Mum or Dads background that would indicate otherwise.

I was present for the birth, or should I say births, that's right twins, two beautiful girls with all the right bits and pieces, blond hair and pink skin, no fur like their Daddy, we were blessed.

I am now old, my golden fur has turned grey and the kids are grown up, they called me Fur ball when they were younger, not out of disrespect but because I allowed it. Now they call me 'Silver back' for I AM MONKEY