Leanne threw herself on top of Hank in order to see his face. "Ugh," he said as she squished down. "Get off."

"Nuh-uh. I told you I'd hug the crap outa you."

"Okay. I'm crapless. Get off."

Instead of complying, Leanne grew still. "Oh God, Hank. I'm so glad to be home."

He rolled over to get her to lay at his side and then hugged her back. "Me too," he said before adding, "you're freezing."

"It's cold outside. You're nice and warm." After a silent moment, she begged. "Please don't ever leave us. Especially Rio. You help keep her sane."

"How so?"

Leanne warmed her hands on various parts of Hank's body while pondering her answer. "She can be so moody sometimes, and I don't know what to do. But with you here, she's happier."

Hank stared at the top of Leanne's head as she snuggled his chest like a pet. "She thinks the world of you," he said.

"I know."

"And I think sometimes she drives you nuts. I mean, like, too much nuts."

Leanne had nothing to say to that, still warming her hands on Hank's body. He nuzzled her burgundy curls. "So I need your help, too," he said. "If I have to keep you and Rio together—and everyone else for that matter—then you have to let me ask you for advice, and tell me what you think I should do." He stroked her hair to make its scent escape. "I know you almost died yesterday—"

"Twice," she reminded him.

"But that plane Rio almost got on could have killed me when it crashed. Then when she came home, she kind of went crazy on me, and she… uh…"

Leanne pressed her fingers to Hank's lips. He tried talking around them, but she kissed him with her fingers still there until he grew silent.

"Shh," she said to his mouth, hers so very close. "I know. I will. Just please. Not now."

She removed her fingers and continued kissing him. Now safe and warm in his arms, she grew sleepy. Without ever having sex, they enjoyed the most beautiful kind of love a man and woman can share. They spent the night like two muskrats, each taking turns snuggling their head to the body of the other. At one point hours later, Hank awoke from a nap while using Leanne as a pillow. He found himself laying backwards and on Rio's side of the bed, a fact he came to realize when he rolled over and his butt almost struck the floor.

Leanne stretched luxuriously as Hank stood by the bed and admired her. She adjusted her frilly panties for about the fifteenth time.

"Where are you going?" she asked as she brushed hair from her eyes. She put on her very best pout. "Come back to me. Please? I'm lonely."

She purred with approval while watching Hank reposition his private parts before diving on top of her. They feigned wrestling over her panties.

"No!" she squealed with delight. "Leave them on!" She growled as he tugged on them. "We'll bang around in there all day if you take them off! And I need my sleep!"

Hank stopped pretending he wanted to strip Leanne naked and took another turn at being the muskrat. He pressed his face between her breasts.

"Leanne?" he asked after kissing every part of her body his lips could reach. "Does Rio ever talk to you about… you know. Who she is?"

Leanne responded by snoring. Beautifully, sexily…

Snoring. Hank's turn to snuggle lasted hours.

He awoke to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen. He hoped that by making noise, Leanne would come back to bed and take her turn at being the muskrat.

She called from the kitchen instead. "Are there any O-Reo-Dos left?"

Hank got up to fetch her. "Whoa soldier," she said to his manhood, hanging heavy and hard. "Let's put that thing away."

He positioned himself in front of her and made her exit the kitchen by prodding her with his rod. He used it to make her walk backwards, steering her towards Rio's bed.

"We're not getting up to eat cookies," he said with authority.

Leanne squeaked while experiencing ecstasy, unable to talk straight. "Ah! Yes. Well! We have to eat."

"We'll eat later," he promised.

It was well past noon before either of them dared putting bare feet on cold floor again. This time, Leanne faced forward as Hank steered her from the rear, heading towards the kitchen. They found their way to the pot of coffee she had made earlier.

"It's still warm," she said, holding it with both hands.

He nibbled at her neck while she squeezed his rod with her thighs, pouring two cups of coffee. After making his creamy and extra sweet, she drank hers black in huge gulps. She pressed her tummy on the edge of the counter to better angle her hips for him, reaching out and pushing down on the countertop with the hand not holding her coffee.

"Ah, that's good," she groaned, lowering her head as both caffeine and Hank roiled her loins.

He moaned with approval while drinking his coffee more slowly. He got her to freshen their cups, and she carried them while he carried the cookies, steering her butt back to bed. Once they were tucked in again, she munched and sipped while he snuggled.

"What are you thinking?" she asked the top of his head as he worked his way down her body. "You seem upset."

After kissing her navel, he spoke. "I'm worried about Rio. I wish she was here."

Leanne ran a hand through Hank's mane. "Mmm. Me too. About both."

He angled his head to look at her face through her cleavage, watching her sip coffee.

"Does she ever talk to you?" he asked. "I mean, about what she does?"

Leanne struggled with thinking straight while a naked man lay between her legs. "Hmm. No. I mean, not really." She put down her coffee and heaved on Hank's head, using strength to get his teeth away from the crotch of her panties. She placed his chin on her chest. "We don't talk about work," she continued. "It's not in our nature. Well, it's not in her nature, anyway. Most times I can't talk because I'm under a confidentiality agreement or something."

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"She's been with her friend Odeya for over a day."

"She often spends time away."

"Before that she ran away to the airport. And when she came home she was mean to me."

"Do you think she's still mad at you?"

"She wasn't mad, she was mean. And no. She begged for my forgiveness."

"And did you?"

"I forgive anyone who's truly sorry."

Leanne cradled Hank's head, feeding him her nipples. "Well then, you are an angel," she said.

After a while, he got her to take a turn at snuggling him. She lay with her head on his tummy while he nibbled an O-Reo-Do.

"I still want to talk about Rio," he said again, this time to Leanne's curls as they covered his chest. "Please."

Leanne purred while hiding under her hair. She used it to conceal the fact that she was stroking his rod, until it hardened and poked out through her locks. "Mmm. That's not good," she said about Rio. "She'll get mad."

Hank laughed. "Yeah. That happens a lot."

Leanne admired his curve and girth, her fingers caressing each inch. "Maybe. But she's right."

Hank scooted down to get Leanne out of his crotch. With her ear on his heart, she traced circles on his chest with her fingernail.

"She's right?" he inquired, disbelieving.

"Rio's always right. Listen to me, my lovely. There's good reason why Anna made her your PEP Genius sponsor."

"There is?"

Leanne got out of bed and stood facing Hank. She adjusted her frilly panties for about the fiftieth time before placing both hands on her butt, thrusting out her chest and stretching her back.

"Proszę, moja króliczka kochanek," she said, practicing her Polish. "If we're gonna talk shop, there's only one place I want to do it."

Leanne exited Rio's bedroom, leaving Hank propped up on two pillows, naked and aroused. She returned a short time later wearing cobalt blue Capri leggings with a fishnet pattern on their hems. Still barefoot and bare chested, she leaned over him, making sure her breasts bobbed an inch away from his nose. She took hold of his far hand and used it to pull him to his feet. As the sheets fell away, he stood before her in all his glory.

"Wow," she said without realizing it, clutching the air near his meat with her fingers. "You're so… wow. Come with me, hot bunny," she commanded, turning and swaying away.

"I want a Genius in my bed," she muttered as he obediently followed.

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She led him through Rio's Japanese bath and into the room holding her home gym. A universal machine stood by a treadmill and a work-out bench, with a stack of exercise mats and a rack of free weights along a mirrored wall.

Leanne turned on a stereo that began playing light jazz. While stretching topless with both hands in the air, she took in Hank's physique for the final time.

"We need to find some gym shorts for you," she said to his alabaster white face. "And you need to walk the dog."

After taking Bumbles outside to let him do his business, Hank dug out a clean t-shirt and the least grossest gym shorts he could find from his pile of bags in the corner. He returned to Leanne in her gym. She was on the treadmill, mercifully wearing an athletic bra and a loose fitting light grey sweatshirt. Hank struggled to keep his brains from frying as he took in the fact that not only was Leanne big and strong, but she also possessed the endurance to go for miles. He decided to use the universal gym, and sat beside her to do some lat pulls.

"I have to take care of my Rio," Leanne said, puffing while jogging and smirking at Hank. "We're in competition, a bit, you know. Over you." Hank didn't fall for that, so Leanne became more truthful. "Rio needs lots of love."

"She does? Not that I've noticed."

"With you, we can do it together. It'll be more fun!"

Leanne wiped her brow with a towel, standing behind Hank as he labored. She helped him with his last few reps and playfully rubbed his triceps.

"It eases me to know that a man's strong arms are around her when I'm not here to take care of her."

Hank stood up and removed the bench, to do two-handed straight arm pulldowns. "I don't know where you get these ideas about Rio," he said to Leanne, still standing behind him. "She's kind of crazy, you know."

Leanne did some stretches and lunges. "Well, you do have to first earn her trust."

"That's ridiculous. She likes scaring me most of all. And she hits."

"She'll do whatever you ask, so long as she believes in you. To get her to that point, you're better off doing what she wants first."

Hank wasn't sure they were talking about the same person, so Leanne continued while doing standing crunches.

"When you get her to say she loves you, she will love you forever. Her love will never fade. She may not have said it to you yet…"

"She has," Hank grunted, working his way through his final pulldown.

"Then believe it. She'll never not love you. She may not like you at times, but she will always love you."

Hank had to agree with that. He watched while Leanne set up free weights on her work-out bench. He thought she was adding extra weight just for him, but she took the first set of reps herself.

She heaved up and down on the free bar with ease. "Leanne," Hank said with humility. "Sometimes Rio's not nice. And I mean she's scary not nice. She says and does crazy things."

"Yup," Leanne grunted. "Sounds like Rio."

"She tried to kill me."

Leanne seemed unfazed, and concentrated on her final presses. "She talks about Death all the time."

"She does! She thinks we're going to die, and someday very soon."

Leanne sat up and cracked her neck. She then gave the bench to Hank. He wondered if he'd match her output.

"I will admit Rio can sometimes be scary…" Leanne began.

"Sometimes?"

"But understand what she's been through. Too many…"

"What?" Hank asked as Leanne paused.

"Too many people have left her. Some died, some disappeared."

Some she killed Hank thought.

"But she will throw herself in front of a train for you. She'll gladly take a bullet."

Hank hoped he had done as many reps as Leanne. She took over again under the weights.

"Okay," Hank said to clear his head. "You said there's a good reason why Anna left me with her."

"Take care of Anna too," Leanne puffed. "She needs you as much as Rio."

"Ah…" was all he could muster, as Leanne liked changing the subject of conversation on a whim. "Okay."

Leanne paused with the bar in the air, to look him in the eye while he spotted for her. "Hank. My hunky bunny." She tut-tutted most plainly. "Anna is deep in love with you."

"What!?"

"She has been since almost forever."

"How do you know?" Hank managed to ask after Leanne did a few more reps. She sat up and stared at him.

"Because she likes to talk," Leanne said. "A lot. And she talks about you all the time. So please, just don't leave us. You're holding us together. Rio and me, and also Anna. And probably all her friends."

He stroked Leanne's waves of hair. "Okay. You hold me together too."

"You got a deal, Mister." She stood up and hugged him, then spoke quiet with her lips near his ear. "I mean it. I…" She paused before confessing further. "I've been wanting to break up with Rio, but not anymore. I'd been carrying the whole load of our relationship, you know? Then she brought you and that stupid dog in my life…"

"And Anna," Hank guessed.

Leanne agreed. "Anna has come on to me so hard, and I don't want her to leave. A man, a dog, a new girl… I've never been so frigging happy. And all thanks to my cute little Rio."

Hank didn't know what to say, so he kissed Leanne on the ear. She squeaked with surprise and held him at arm's length. "Come with me!" she demanded as she danced her way out of the room. "Let's have more fun together!"

Hank was in agreement with that. If Leanne was anything, she was a ton of fun. He gulped when he found her centered in Rio's giant bathroom, wiping the sweat from her thighs by digging it out through the waistband of her leggings with her gym towel. She roped him by the hips with her towel and, in an instant, had his shirt up and over head. As he playfully struggled with his arms trapped in the air, she wiped the sweat from his torso, pressing the meat of her mound against his aching groin.

"Yeah, you hot hot man. Please help me wipe down my gym." She leered at his half naked body, acting as if she was going to strip. "Pretty please?" she purred as they played.

He pushed her away, as she was taking too much interest in making him hard. She forced him to take defensive action, giggling while threatening to snap him in the nuts with her towel. She menaced him from a meter away, grinding her teeth in a grin before sashaying back into his arms, her massive glutes swiveling as if powered by gyroscopes.

Everything about Leanne was so big. Beautiful, powerful, strong. Hank heard a familiar sizzle in his ears as she clutched her inner thighs near her knees, pressing her breasts together.

"You bathe with Rio, you sweat with me," Leanne said as Hank gawked down her cleavage.

She took him by the hand and tugged him back into her gym, grabbing two more clean towels. After they wiped everything down, they also cleaned Rio's shower area and the sōpurando air mattress, propping it back up against the wall.

Leanne gave Hank her final command. "Shower here," she said, rising to her toes to peck his nose with a kiss. "I'll meet you by the coffee pot."

"Okay."

"Be naked for me when you get there, and I'll be naked too."

"That sounds good to me."

"Yippee!" she cheered as she left, whipping off her sports bra and sweatshirt and stuffing them into a hamper while heading towards her bathroom to shower.