Opening your door you find a tall busty vixen with a wide pair of hips. She's wearing a pair of booty shorts and a tight tube top, exposing the streak of white fur on her underside, that disappeared at the hem of her shorts. Looking her in the eyes, you were met with a pair of fidgeting emerald orbs. Despite the 3 years that you have been apart from each other, seeing her stand before you again brought back the flurry of emotions you had back to the day when the two of you first left each other. "Maggie?" You asked, already knowing the answer.
The vixen gave an awkward smile and replied, "Yeah, how've you been?" She asked nervously.
"Good, good." You replied awkwardly. "I'm overseeing a new clothing store."
"Yeah, I heard. That really cool."
"What about you? You work for a news company or ...?"
"Freelance journaling actually, nothing glamours, but pays the bills."
Silence fell back over the two of you. You were both skirting around the real question you both wanted the answer to, the answer about us. Were you willing to get into a relationship with someone bigger and stronger than you? Did she really want to go back to the guy who hadn't called her in 3 years? Was this something that could even work? Standing there in the doorway to your apartment, what happens next?
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