The Todd sat on the love seat in front of the large TV screen, his eyes reflecting the light of the images that played out as his hands played over the naked hip of the vixen sitting across his lap with one arm over his shoulders. As comfortable and content as he might have been, and as sweet as his darling Marian smelled so close to him, he kept his eyes and ears intently on the figure of the newly freed Otterton. Luckily, his wasn’t the only attention that was focused on this current event, so he didn’t feel even a pang of regret at this diversion from their own personal form of diversion. It wasn’t until the otter finished giving what were doubtless rehearsed statements to the white furred vixen standing in front of him, that the reporter thanked him even as she gave a little finger wave to the camera. The camera mammal followed the motion and the vixen as she headed around the courthouse, until the scene across the streets was seen almost clearly. “Get that. Get it!” she