From: rabbit@Buster.Michigan.COM (Dr. Roger Rabbit)
Subject: MORTIMER - PART 8
Organization: CAT-TALK Conferencing System
Date: Wed, 7 Oct 92 09:53:30 GMT

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| FRI DEC 15 2000 | 
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Mortimer awoke at 6:30 AM, feeling better than he had  all  week.
This  was  a week that he wished had never occurred. Finally, two
of his most worrysome problems were at least being addressed.  He
had told off his father, something that he had been wanting to do
for a long time, and his mother's  situation  was  finally  being
worked on.

It didn't matter that his father was an unbeleiver, he would come
around in time. Maybe this would be the thing that would make him
realize that he was missing a big part of his kid's growing up. A
warm  feeling  came  over Mortimer as he thought of being part of
his father's life. He desparatly wanted  his  father  to  concern
himself  with  his  grades, his friends and the rest of his life.
Maybe, now it would happen.

Mortimer headed into the bathroom to take a shower. He always got
up  a  half  hour  earlier  than  his  mother got the rest of the
children up. He hated having to wait in line  for  the  bathroom,
especially  since  he  was  a  teen-ager. He liked to take 2 or 3
showers a day. As he approached the bathroom, he saw that it  was
occupied. A sudden chill went down his spine.  Was it his father?
Would he get his lights punched out?? The  door  opened  and  his
sister Maddelin came out. She stopped when she saw him.

"OK, its later, whats wrong with mom?",  she  said,  placing  her
hands on her hips in a menacing fashion. Mortimer told his sister
what had happened. Maddelin stared at him  and finally opened her
mouth. "Mortimer Xavier Bunny - that sounds like one of the plots
from your radical novels - you're just trying to get attention!".
"Fine", Mortimer sneered at her. "Try to talk to Mom about me and
you'll see what happens. Ask Aunt Lucy if you're  not  convinced.
She's  the one who told me what it is thats causing it." "Well, I
still don't beleive it", Maddelin said. "What  happened  to  your
hand?  Did  Jan get too frisky and bite it?", she quipped. "No, I
cut it while making dinner. I've  got  47  stiches.  If  Mom  was
herself,  she would be pampering me like an infant right now, but
she didn't  even  notice  it".  As  Mortimer  was  finishing  his
sentence, Maddelin pointed her finger at him and opened her mouth
as if to get a head start.  "THATS what happened the other  night
when  mother was screaming about one of her babies being in pain!
She freaked out and had to check each of us out to make  sure  it
wasn't  us!".  Mortimer's  eyes  were  wide  open. He grabbed his
sister. "What night was that?", he asked urgently. "Uhh,  it  was
yesterday  morning,  about  two  in  the  morning".   Hope lifted
Mortimer's spirit. "That means she still has some concern for me.
Maybe she can be cured". Jan looked at Mortimer with a suspicious
eye, still not beleiving this scenario.  "You're  going  off  the
deep  end.  Whats  wrong?  Havent  been  getting  any from Jan?",
Maddelin teased him.  She  reached  down  between  his  legs  and
started rubbing his cock inside its sheath. "There, there, little
buck,  I'll  help  you",  she  said.  Mortimer's  penis   started
stiffening.  He  was in a good mood today and hadn't had any from
anyone in over 5 days. He took her hand and led her to his  room.
"I can use some now", he said.

After getting two intense blow jobs from  his  sister  and  after
pounding  into her furiously. he left his horney sibling and took
a shower. Breakfast was carried out  the  door  with  him  as  he
wanted  to  get  to  school and see Jan. He liked to pour out his
life story to her and she, likewise told her  hopes,  dreams  and
lately, her horrors to him.

He walked to Jan's locker hoping to  see  her  before  class.  He
found  her  staring  into her locker, tears in her eyes. When she
caught a glimps of him, she wrapped her arms around him and cried
out  loud. "Mortimer, please help me", she cried as he rocked her
gently. "Whats wrong baby", he said tenderly. They went up to the
loft,  the  old  study,  their  sanctum and talked away two class
periods. It seems that her  mother  had  decided  to  accuse  her
father  of abusing his daughter and wanted her to testify to that
in divorce court next week. Jan couldn't bear to see her  parents
this  way  and  was fast loosing hope of salvaging a relationship
with both of them. Her father had been a kind and  loving  rabbit
until  the divorce made him man-like. He had never abused her, at
least not under  the  toon-rabbit  definition.  Sex  with  family
members  was  normal  for rabbits, in fact, it bonded them closer
together with a closeness that humans could never experience. Her
mother  had  lost  her  mind.  There  is  a conspiracy of silence
regarding toon rabbit  sexuality,  since  alot  of  the  familial
sexual   practices   are  illegal.  Toon  rabbits  never  discuss
sexuality with non-rabbits for fear  that  some  bigot  like  the
former  senator  Jesse Helms would start a witch-hunt to stop the
"godless behavior".  Both  Jan  and  Mortimer  shuddered  at  the
possibility of this kind of thing coming out in a public forum.

Mortimer decided to tell Jan about his scheme to run away to  Las
Vegas.   Jan's mood changed for the better. "Are you asking me to
marry  you,  Mortimer   Bunny?".   Mortimer's   stomach   started
fluttering.  His skin started tingling as he held his mate in his
arms. There was never any doubt in his mind that he and Jan would
be  mates  for  life,  but he had always dreamed about the moment
that he'd ask her formally  to  be  his  wife.  Somehow,  he  had
imagined  the  backdrop  to be happier than it was now, but there
was always an added magic for romances which  blossomed  in  dire
circumstances.  Mortimer  took  a deep breath and looked into her
eager eyes. She felt the emotion in him and her  ears  went  limp
behind  her  head.  "Please  be  my  wife, my lover and my friend
forever", Mortimer said in a romantic voice. "YES  I  WILL",  Jan
said  with  joy  and  excitement,  "yes  I will, my husband", she
chimed.  They  embraced  and  kissed  for  what  seemed  like  an
eternity. Both left that loft in a celestial mood, quite a change
from the morning, at least for Jan.

It was near Christmas. School recessed for the  holidays  on  the
following  Tuesday.  Jan  and  Mortimer  used their time together
trying to figure out how to go about the  task  of  marriage  and
emancipation.  Their planning was not the starry-eyed, idealistic
dreaming of most kids their age as both were stoic and practical.
They  realized  that, although it would be easy to get married in
Vegas, the problem would be trying to convince a judge that  they
could  make it on their own. They both understood that they would
have to stay near home as they saw no means of support elsewhere.

Christmas at the Bunny home was one of those deals out of Currier
and  Ives.  Not all of the Bunny Brood returned home from distant
lands for Christmas,  but  there  were  always  some.  This  fact
delighted  Annabel  no  end.  She looked forward to pampering her
lost children as well as her grandchildren. This week was one  of
her  busiest of the year. Mortimer lost any hope of progress with
her this week - she was simply too occupied. Lucy would have none
of  this  talk  and  decided  to bring the psychologist over. The
doctor was a toon rabbit and Lucy  introduced  her  as  a  fellow
doctor  from  the  hospital. The doctor was also a part time Psyc
instructor from  Acme  Looniversity  and  that  was  the  key  to
starting  the  conversation. Annabel greeted the guest pleasantly
and the three of them retired to the dinette.

"I understand that you have alot of children in Acme  'Loo  right
now", the doctor observed.

"Yes, two of them. My daughter Babs went there and  she's  famous
now, so I'm confident that the school is good".

"My  neice  Maddelin  goes  there  and....  so  does  my   nephew
Mortimer",  Lucy said, pausing before saying the word "Mortimer".
Both Lucy and the doctor looked intently at Annabel.

Annabel didn't miss a beat. "It is  a  quality  school,  but  the
principal  is  a  bit rough on the kids", she replied, not having
any reaction to the mention of her forgotten son.

Lucy and the doctor glanced at each other  and  then  the  doctor
continued.

"Your son Mortimer is in my psych class. He's very smart and  has
a bright future", the doctor said.

This time it worked. Annabel stared straight ahead and looked  as
if  she  was  straining  to  remember  something.  After about 30
seconds, she shrugged and asked the guests  if  they  wanted  any
more coffee. Lucy declined, but the doctor accepted. Annabel went
off into the kitchen with the doctor's empy cup.

"Thats a strange reaction", Lucy whispered. "No, its  normal  and
encouraging", the doctor replied. "If she was hopeless, she would
have asked who Mortimer was. The fact that  she  appeared  to  be
fighting  to remember something means that she realizes something
is lost. You'll have to find excuses for me  to  come  over  here
more  often.  In  the  mean time, I want to talk to her husband".
Lucy agreed and they arranged for William to  come  down  to  the
doctors office.

Lucy tried not to launch into one of her tirades  about  Williams
inattentiveness   to   his   family.   Even  after  the  doctor's
presentation on TN-PDS, William was still skeptical. "This sounds
like  science-fiction  to  me.  If  she  did forget Mortimer, its
because he's a smart-ass. He got real lippy with me  last  week".
"I  think  he just told you that he wanted a father who was there
rather than a shadow that comes home, eats and sleeps there,  and
goes  to work again the next day. All of your kids deserve better
and your wife deserves  the  support  as  well",  Lucy  lectured.
William looked up at the ceiling and sighed one of those "here we
go again with this shit" sighs.

William agreed to the plan and also  agreed  not  to  talk  about
Mortimer  with  his wife as this might disturb the progress. This
took no great effort on Williams part as he never referred to his
children by name, but only collectivly as "the kids".

Christmas approached and as it did, the older  children  returned
home.  Neil,  the  oldest sibling came in from San Diego. Annabel
was particularily delighted in this fact as he was her first born
son  and she had a special place in her heart for him. She always
figured that he was lonely not being married.  The  famous  child
was  also over for Christmas. Babs and her husband Buster came in
Christmas eve and stayed the night. They had no children as  Babs
considered  them  a  nuisance. In fact, everyone who didn't think
like she did was a nuisance to her. She had become  arrogant  and
wrapped  up  in  her stardom, but then again, she was always like
that since her  earliest  days  at  Acme  'Loo.  Mortimer  always
considerd her mean. If she had any interaction with her siblings,
it was to use them for one of her props  or to tease them.  Also,
in her teen years, when she was horney, she would grab one of her
brother to satisfy her. Mortimer rememberd boffing with her daily
when  he  was 6 or 7. For some reason, she liked to give him head
all of the time. That must be where he got his desire for it. Her
husband  Buster  was the exact opposite of Babs. He was quiet and
unassuming  -  the  easy-going  Joe  Average.  Perhaps,  Mortimer
thought,  thats  why  they were such close lovers - He has all of
the humility and kindness for the both of them.

Jan had accepted an invitation from her cousin and Uncle to  join
them  at their chalet in Aspen for the holidays. She welcomed the
chance to get away and Mortimer agreed that they both  needed  to
work on their separate problems for awhile.

Christmas day was pleasant and dreamy. The climax of the day  was
the huge meal in the evening. The leafs were all put into the big
dining room table and chairs  that  were  in  the  basement  were
brought  up.  There  were 26 family members present for the meal.
The lights were dim and candles were lit.  The  lights  from  the
Christmas  tree  glowed  in festive brilliance, giving the room a
warm and comfortable air. This was the pinnacle  of  happiness  -
family,  together  joining in a feast. Red and green plaid, along
with calico dresses and the smell of baked  goods  all  form  the
perfect  Bunny  Christmas.  No  harsh  words exchanged, only soft
words of love and joy were exchanged. No human event could  match
this scene.

Mortimer sat next to Buster who noticed Mortimer's bandaged  hand
after  the  meal. "What happened to you"?, he enquired. "I cut my
hand up pretty bad making  dinner  a  couple  of  weeks  ago.  47
stiches".  "I  bet  your  mom was hysterical. I know how much she
mothers her kids", Buster replied. "Yah....  she  got  hysterical
all  right", Mortimer whispered. That was the end of the pleasant
evening for him. He engaged in chit-chat with Buster the rest  of
the  night, but his mind never left the unpleasant subject of his
mother's malady.

As the evening faded and guests left to return home, Mortimer sat
in  the  rocking  chair,  staring  at  the Christmas tree and its
glowing lights. Next year would bring some rough times for he and
Jan,  as  well as his mother. Mortimer resolved to enjoy the rest
of the Christmas season. He realized that stress would  kill  his
bunny-nature  and would make him unable to deal with life. He did
not want to become like his father. Yes,  the  problems  will  be
dealt  with  next year, but for now, a break, a time to relax and
meditate. Mortimer closed his eyes and music filled his head - an
old  Jethro Tull song entered his head. Funny how Jethro Tull was
always best for the time between Christmas and the new year.

   ...still that old bald eagle circles
      its not the first time that he's seen
      his reflection in the eyes of innocence
      he's become part of the machine...


[Author's note: Here's part 8. Sorry if the sex offends you, but
 thats a normal and natural part of a toon rabbit's life. There
 will be more of it to come. The other part of the story can be
 retreived by sending mail to MORTIMER@Babs.Michigan.COM with the
 Subject: line containing "1,2,3,4,5,6,7"  (leave off the "'s) ]

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