Whats Happening to Me?
Hey guys, this is my latest story, I do hope you enjoy it. Just to clear some things up, '*'s are fantasies, and larger paragraph spacings imply a time shift, the length of which can very. I'm sure you'll figure it out. Enjoy!
Andrew walked out of the showers with the moist towel wrapped around his waist, he had dried himself in the cubicle and his fur was ruffled and puffy. He smelt fresh and clean and he felt revitalised, as per the claim on the shower gel packaging. Sadly not many other furs had the same idea as him and the floor of the changing room was covered with water. He stepped gingerly towards his locker, he looked like an idiot, and he was glad that no-one else was in the room. Through the door he could hear the metallic clang of the gym machines as body builders and fat asses alike strained to complete the final rep. Just listening to it made his shoulders ache from the 1 hour workout he had just completed. He finally reached his locker, moving with all the speed of Ray Charles in a minefield.
It was at about that moment that a lion exited the showers, he was obviously very proud of his body, because he hadn't even bothered to take a towel into the showers with him. He was soaking wet; his fur was clinging to his body, exaggerating his bulging abs, pecks and basically any muscle that you can imagine. The lion took large strides across the soaking floor, managing not to stumble, and opened the locker on the other side of the room. Andrew simply stared in awe at the massive package of bulging muscles. For some reason, his eyes were drawn to the lion's ass, it was perfectly formed. The ass cheeks were almost solid; he wished he had a magnet in his pocket so he could attract those buns of steel. 'Buns of Steel?' Cue Andrew, master of the cliché.
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The lion turned suddenly to face Andrew. His giant cock stood proud of his huge body, like someone had glued a flagpole onto the lion crotch.
"Do you like what you see?" asked the lion with a smile full of arrogant pride, he knew the answer before Andrew could even mutter a syllable.
With almost impossible speed the lion was standing in front of Andrew. The tip of the lion penis touched his nose, and he could feel the warm pre gather as it leaked from the lion's huge shaft.
The lion was obviously pleased, he grabbed Andrew's towel and ripped it away, exposing Andrew's shaft, now fully erect. His smile grew even more, he grabbed Andrew's maw and forced it open, although he didn't encounter much resistance. He slowly pushed his giant cock into Andrew's mouth, Andrew purred with pleasure as the pre dripped down his throat ...
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Andrew shook himself out of the fantasy, and buried his face in his hands. What was happening to him? He was a happily married cat with two and a half kids, he didn't like men, well, not in that way. He looked up and saw that the lion was now fully dressed, and the clock on the wall told him that his little fantasy had lasted for five minutes. He sighed and stood up to reach his locker and immediately regretted it, his erect member snagged on his towel and, as his son would put it, 'pitched a tent'. The cat yipped slightly and the lion's ears twitched, he turned his head before the cat could hide his erect member.
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The lion's eyes widened, he dropped his gym bad on the floor and skulked over to him, his massive erection poking out of his trousers...
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'BAD TIME!' screamed Andrew in his mind. But it was too late, the lion saw the erect member and grunted with surprise. Andrew pushed it down with his hands and gave the lion an embarrassed smile before sprinting as fast as he could to the toilets. Sadly, the floor had not dried during the five minute fantasy and Andrew had barely moved before he slipped and crashed to the floor. He laid on the floor for a moment, giving his vision time to correct itself. He groaned and sat up, and then moaned again with embarrassment as he was greeted by his still erect member standing at attention. He looked up at the lion apologetically, but the lion just gave him a look of disgust before marching out of the changing room.
Andrew quickly got changed and exited the gym. He stopped as he walked outside, the December air was like a wall of frost, and he'd just walked head first into it. It was time for Andrew to shine again, this time as the king of metaphors, bow down to your master people. He made his way to his Volvo C70, or the babe magnet as he called it. He had hidden a bat under the driver's seat to ward off all the women that mobbed the car whenever he stopped ... he hadn't used it yet, they must have seen his wedding ring...yea that's the reason. He gingerly got behind the wheel, his muscles throbbing in disagreement with every movement he made.
He sat in the car for a while, reflecting on what had just happened. If this was the first time, it might not have worried the cat, but these voyages into fantasy were becoming more and more frequent. He couldn't figure out what was happening to him. He had been married for 6 years, he loved his wife more than anything, and he loved the sex even more. But recently ... something was different, the sex didn't satisfy him as much as it used to, it was as if ... he didn't enjoy the sensations of her vagina around his penis. A year or so ago, all his wife had to do was look at him and his cock would jump to action. Now he was lucky to get it up when he wanted to. He couldn't tell her though, so he made up excuses ranging for the obvious 'it's been a long day, I'm just too tired honey' to the more far fetched 'a little kid kicked me in the nuts today hon, it's a bit too sore to do anything tonight'. If it bothered his wife, she didn't let him know, it made him feel incredibly guilty. He looked at the clock in the dashboard and realised that he was going to be late, so he started the engine and pulled away.
He pulled into a parking space behind the empty bar, his baseball bat sadly untouched, despite deliberately stopping next to as many women as he could. Maybe his car needed cleaning, he'd take it by the carwash tomorrow. He walked up to the back door and knocked. The door opened slightly and he could see Dave's eye peering out like he was in a bad spy movie. Dave had been his best friend since university; they had kept in touch after they had left and by coincidence ended up living and working in the same town. Dave owned managed and worked the most successful bar in town. Andrew was the manager of the local car dealership, hence the fancy ride, he was still on edge though, some nearby women may be waiting for their chance to pounce on him while he wasn't looking. Ahh the life of a desirable married man ... there's nothing quite like it.
"What's the password?"
"Wake's a retard and I'm a babe magnet" Andrew always called Dave 'Wake', a nickname that had may roots, the most obvious one being Dave's last name, Wakeham, Andrew's imagination amazed even himself. The door swung open. Andrew took a step in and came face to face with the wolf. Dave was trying to look hurt, but the corner of his mouth was twitching as he tried to hold back a smile.
"Password implies one word you know, not a damn sentence"
"I wasn't giving you the password Wake; I was just stating the obvious. Besides, can you really stay mad at this damn fine feline face?" Andrew then plastered his best photo smile on his face and wiggled his eyebrows, a la Wile E. Coyote. Dave just sighed and closed the door behind Andrew and moved into the bar area. Andrew: 1, Dave: 0.
The bar had a trendy modern feel to it. It was bright and roomy; the walls were pure white with wall lamps illuminating small patches, dazzling the eyes. On the left wall was a large glass plate with a blue neon frame. It was engraved with the letters 'T L', the club's name, nobody but Dave and Andrew knew what it stood for, they were the initials of Dave's late wife. She and Dave had loved going out to bars and clubs and often talked about opening their own, this was his tribute to her memory. In the centre of the room was the bar, like an island. In the far right corner of the room were the pool tables, and on the rest of the room contained tables and chairs.
Dave walked over to the bar, it was made entirely of heavy duty bullet proof glass, it resisted scratches and it offered some protection in an emergency, it also looked damn cool. On the wall in the centre were about 10 T.V screens, each one showed the view of a different part of the room. It was part of Dave's anti-crime initiative; any customer that spotted something illegal, anti-social etc. happening on the T.V while Dave wasn't looking would get the rest of their drinks on the house. Dave's bar had the lowest number of police callouts in the whole area. Either side of the screens were liquor bottles, about 50 different brands, all back-lit by blue neon lights. The overall effect of the neon lights, white walls, glass bar, and wood flooring was part of the clubs massive appeal.
"So what'll it be tonight?"
"Martini, shaken, not stirred" said Andrew, doing his best Sean Connery impression.
"4/10, that was worse than last week," Andrew: 1 Dave: 1, "now what do you really want?" Another thing about Dave was that he made the best cocktails that Andrew had ever tasted, the fur's who frequented this place would agree.
"Gimmie the daily special, I'll set up the pool table."
Dave got to work on the drinks. Andrew strolled over to the pool area that contained about 6 pool tables. Andrew chose the middle one and used the master key Dave had given him to release the balls. He set the table up, chalked his cue and broke. The balls scattered everywhere, the 'click clak' sound echoed throughout the bar and reminded him that there was no music playing.
"Hey Wake, where's the music?"
"Gimmie a minute, I'm making your damn drink here". Andrew listened as Dave's shoes clicked on the wooden flooring, he rounded a corner with two large glasses filled with what looked like Apple juice.
"What's my poison tonight then?" asked Andrew
"This, my friend, is a 'Kamikaze'," said Dave, pride radiating from him like waves. Andrew nearly dived under the table to avoid the tsunami of arrogance. "made with only the finest ingredients."
Andrew took the drink from Dave and sipped it. The potent mixture of lime juice, Vodka and Triple sec burned slightly as he swallowed. He put the glass on the table and nodded his approval. Dave nodded back, and Andrew had to keep hold of glass to stop it being knocked over by Dave's swelling ego. Dave passed Andrew the remote control for the bar's sound system before bending down to line up his shot. Andrew pressed play and grinned as his favourite song, 'I Changed My Mind' by Lyrics Born, filled the room. He turned the volume down so that he could talk to Dave comfortably as they played.
"It happened again today Wake, this time it was a guy at the gym." Dave was the only person that Andrew could confide in. As soon as Andrew had begun to have these fantasies, he had told Dave. They had laughed about it at first, but now they were starting to think that there was something serious going on. That didn't stop Dave from laughing about it anyway.
"The most important question is, have you fantasised about me yet?"
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Andrew thought back to see if he could remember having any fantasies about Dave. But he didn't get very far, while he was thinking Dave had moved over to him and had begun stroking his chest. Andrew looked at the wolf, their eyes met, and Andrew pulled him into a passionate kiss. Their tongues met and twisted over each other. Andrew moaned as Dave's tongue rubbed over his. Andrew could feel his furious erection press against his jeans, screaming to be let out.
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"Hey, lover boy! You still with me? Earth to Captain Ass Bandit, you read me?" Andrew snapped back to reality. His cheeks flushed a deep red, Dave just smiled at him, "Don't worry, it happens all the time. This face, coupled with my supernatural charm, has been known to make lesbians think twice. Oh, and by the way, your erection is showing." Dave said as he pointed down at Andrew's crotch.
For the second time today, Andrew found himself handling his cock with another guy watching. Dave just laughed and pointed at the pool table.
"Its your turn hot stuff" he said in his best 'queer' voice.
"4/10" smiled Andrew, "you're getting worse."
"Wiseass. Just remind me not to get drunk around you, my butt hole is an exit, not an entrance." ... Ouch.
Andrew staggered out of the bar, it was well past 1 a.m.. He groaned when he remembered that he had to go to work in the morning, and the combination of his aching muscles and a hangover would not be helpful. He would have to leave the babe magnet here tonight and pick it up later.
Cars sped past him on the way home; the city seemed pretty empty, even if it was a Wednesday night. He rounded a corner and saw someone walking towards him. The fur was wearing a long coat, that was all the detail that Andrew could pick out, they wore a fedora hat and stared at the ground as they walked, obscuring their face.
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Andrew froze as the fur approached, as they got closer, they seemed to grow in size. When the mystery fur got face to face with the cat, he was at least a foot taller. He had just passed the cat when he suddenly turned and grabbed Andrew's shoulders and span him round so they were face to face. He removed his hat, and Andrew saw it was the lion from the gym.
"Hey, you're the horny guy from the gym, good, you can help me out"
The lion unzipped his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. Andrew gasped as he was once again confronted with the lion's big barbed cock. He couldn't stop himself, even if he wanted to. He dropped down onto his knees, wincing as they slammed against the hard tarmac of the sidewalk.
He opened his mouth and greedily took in the whole member. Purring as he slowly worked his tongue up and down the lion's shaft. The lion's pre was coming out of his shaft in a steady stream now, he was obviously enjoying it, a strange sense of pride flowed through the cat, He had never given a blow job before, not even in his fantasies.
The cat ran his tongue up and down the shaft. The pre that was dripping out of the lion's shaft made Andrew even hornier, he reached down into his pants and grabbed his erect cock. He then grabbed the lions and started to furiously masturbate both of them, running his paws over the shafts as fast as he could.
Andrew came first, his shaft throbbed as wave after wave of seman was ejected from his shaft. The lion was getting closer, and suddenly the lion roared loudly, but his roar did not sound like it should, it sounded more artificial, like a car's horn.
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The cat turned towards the blinding lights and the source of the horn. The car screeched to a halt, and an angry dragon leaned out of the car's window and began screaming obscenities at the cat. The cat stood in the middle of the road, listening to the dragon inform him, in rather colourful language, that his mother was a very cheap prostitute and that his father had some kind of mental problem. The cat stared at the dragon, and then said very quietly that he was sorry, before speed walking to the other side of the road.
He collapsed on the front step of a bakery, as the tears streamed from his eyes. What was happening to him? Two months ago he would have been dreaming about his wife, wondering how he could surprise his son for his birthday, or hoping that his teenage daughter wouldn't bring home another scumbag boyfriend, not about some bulky lion fucking him the mouth in the street.
He dropped his hands to his thighs, slapping them lightly in an effort to bring himself back to reality. He looked down and saw that the crotch of his jeans was wet, had he pissed himself when he saw the car? He brought his paw up to his nose and sniffed it. Cum!? He had had a wet dream while he was still awake, and over another man? He screamed in frustration and desperation, he needed to find out what was going on. He stood awkwardly, trying to avoid squashing the semen further into his fur, and walked home. Anyone who passed him would have seen a feline in deep concentration, but all he was concentrating on, was keeping his mind completely blank.
Andrew was sitting in his office, the morning sun streaming in thorough the vertical blinds, making his office look like a well decorated prison cell. Damn he wished he had ordered the horizontal blinds, they were more expensive, but they didn't make you feel like you were doing time. The paperwork had been piling up all week, he was now down to the last few documents left over from yesterday, when they sold a used Ford Taurus to a rather large bull. He was just filing the paper into his cabinet in the corner when a distraught orca stormed into the room, a fox was following him and desperately trying to stop him. Andrew just heard the fox say something about a slip of the tongue before the orca slammed the door.
"You the manager?" shouted the orca. He did not seem too pleased to be in Andrew's fine establishment. Andrew's powers of deduction amazed even himself.
"Yes Sir, I am, I assume you have a complaint?" See, amazing deductive skills, call him Andrew 'Sherlock' Jones.
"You're damn salesman was just hitting on me!" Andrew sat stunned, he didn't know that the fox was gay, nor did he know that fox had such little self control.
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The orca left the room soon after Andrew had taken note of the orca's complaint and promised swift action. He called the fox into the room, the fox entered, his eyes down, obviously embarrassed by the whole incident. Andrew took pity on the poor fox; he walked over to him, and lifted his chin until their eyes met. The fox looked up at him stunned, and that was when he kissed him ...
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"Hey! Hey! Did you hear me? I said I ain't no queer, and I sure as hell don't appreciate being treated like one. If I want a car, offer me a deal, not a damn rim job round back. I want that kid fired, or I'll sue your ass for sexual harassment." Andrew blinked a few times and shook himself out of the fantasy.
"Sir I completely understand, please, calm down. Now if you could just give me your name and your contact details, I shall send you a formal apology and I assure you, you will have my full cooperation in this matter.
The orca calmed down quickly, He didn't bother writing down his details, he said he would be satisfied with an apology from the fox. Andrew obliged, called the fox in, and made him apologise. The orca left the office, soon after that, mumbling about what the guys would say if they found out.
The fox sat in the chair opposite Andrew, his eyes were down, he was obviously embarrassed by the whole incident. Whoa, Déjà vu. Andrew stood up, moved around the desk and perched himself on the edge of the desk. The fox looked up at him, obviously expecting some sort of rebuttal. That was probably why he gasped when the cat lent down and kissed him.
The fox's eyes widened, but the cat's moist warm tongue pressing against his lips soon relaxed him. He closed his eyes and kissed back. Their tongues entwined in a delicate dance, each one sliding over the other. Andrew purred as the fox's tongue massaged the inside of his mouth. Andrew could feel the fox's cock pressing against his leg, the fox gyrated his hips slightly, rubbing his shaft up and down Andrew's upper thigh.
Andrew broke the kiss and lent down under the fox's muzzle to kiss his neck, the soft fur caressed his tongue and lips, making Andrew drool. As he passionately kissed the fox's neck, his hand moved down the fox's torso, stroking his body. He could feel the fox's lightly toned pecks and abs as the hand moved ever closer to its goal. But just as Andrew's hand made it to the fox's pants, the fox pushed him gently away.
Andrew leaned back against the desk, he could feel his phone in his pocket digging into his leg. He picked it out his pocket and threw it onto the desk. The fox dropped to his knees in front of the cat and slowly undid the cat's belt. Andrew's mind was far away, his desire peaking as the fox teased him with his lethargic actions. Andrew sighed as the fox finally loosened his belt enough so that the fox could slide his paws into the waistband, making sure to caress the cat's sides. He slowly eased the cat's pants. Andrew's silk boxer's stroked his legs and they were pushed down by the fox. Once they were past his knees, the fox let go and they dropped to the floor with a muffled thump.
The fox looked up at the cat, it was clear that neither of them could fathom what they were doing, but Andrew nodded, silently urging the fox to continue. The fox lifted the shaft slightly with his hand and moved his muzzle down underneath. He started at the base of the shaft and slowly drew his tongue all the way up the underside of Andrew's shaft. Andrew sighed in pleasure as the first fur in a while that was not his wife, gave his member the attention it craved.
The fox reached the cock tip and swirled his tongue around it, circling the head slowly. Andrew despiratly wanted to grab the fox's muzzle and thrust, but the gradual build up to that special moment was wreaking havoc with his mind. The world had gone completely silent, all the cat could hear was the fox's gentle moans as the cat's pre gave him a taste of things to come. Andrew's senses went into overdrive when the fox finally opened his muzzle and allowed the cat's shaft into its warm confines. He inhaled sharply as the fox gently suckled on his cock, enticing out more of the cat's pre out of the sensitive member. As the fox slowly moved his muzzle up and down the cat's shaft, he used his hand to cup the cat's balls, rolling them around over each other.
The cat moaned in pure ecstasy as the fox gently bit the cat's cock tip, then he took the whole cock back into his muzzle. As he drew back, he let his tongue brush the underside of the cat's shaft. He took the tip into his mouth again and sucked gently on it, his tongue caressing the very end, ready to lap up any of the cum that came out.
The fox did not have to wait long, a couple of seconds later; the cat moaned and arched his back. A look of pure ecstasy spread over his face as cum gushed from his throbbing member. The fox groaned as the warm salty sweet goo coated the inside of his muzzle, he sucked harder on the cat's cock, enticing the last remnants of the feline's explosive orgasm out of the shaft.
The fox removed his muzzle from the cock, a string of drool hung in the air, like a leash linking the feline's cock to the fox's muzzle. It broke as the fox stood, coming face to face with the feline.
"I wish my wife used her tongue as well as you do." Panted the cat, his eyes were still glazed over from the orgasm.
"Oh, the best part is still to come boss" Said the fox as he turned the cat around and bent him over. The cat lent down and brushed his mobile phone out of the way.
"Justin," said Andrew, "Please, call me Andy"
The fox smiled and lent down and the cat moved his tail out of the way. He felt the fox's paws move his ass cheeks aside and gasped as he felt the fox's tongue brush over his tail hole. The warm spit lubricating his narrow entrance. The cat pushed his ass out slightly, partly due to reflex and partly due to him not wanting the fox to stop. The cat almost whimpered when the fox took his tongue away, but it was quickly replaced by the fox's moist finger. The cat winced as the fox pressed it into his tail hole. His sphincter muscles clenched to resist the invader, but it was no use and soon the muscles were forced to relax and allow the finger in. The saliva that coated the finger was warm, and it prepared the cat's passage for what was about to come.
Justin removed his finger and straightened up. Andrew's ears twitched as he heard the fox's zipper undoing and his pants falling to the floor. Fear and anticipation prevented him from turning to see how big the fox was, worried that if he did, he would have second thoughts. He guided his cock to his boss's little pink hole, and using as much restraint as he could, slowly pushed himself in, gradually forcing the cat's muscles open and sliding more and more of his cock inside.
Andrew gritted his teeth as he was penetrated for the first time. He had imagined it to be far more painful than this, maybe it was the adrenaline that was flowing trough his veins, or maybe the fox had been very thorough in his lubricating. But whatever the reason the cat soon warmed to having the fox meat in him, and he gently pushed back. But the fox was being painfully slow, maybe out of care, or maybe just to tease the fox, either way, Andrew liked it.
Soon the fox was completely in, the end of his knot pressing against the cat's tail hole. Andrew was relieved that he hadn't tried to push it in. The fox didn't let the cat get too relaxed though, Andrew was just beginning to get settled when the fox pulled out and pushed back in. It was a slow movement, but it was made well, Andrew's whole body tingled as a whole wave of new sensations surged through his body. Each time the fox pulled out and pushed in, nerves tingled, muscles tensed, emotions soared. Andrew lay on the desk overwhelmed by these new feelings, the majesty and brilliance of which he had never felt before
The fox could feel the cat begin to loosen, his body beginning to realise the pleasures of the male flesh. Justin began to speed up, he had needed a release for a while, and it was now time for his reward. He began to pump harder and faster, he looked down at the cat and saw that his eyes were closed, and the expression on his face made it look like he was asleep. It was not a surprise, the exhaustion from his orgasm and the wave of new sensations that he was experiencing was probably too much for him. But Justin was not about to stop now, his thrusts were becoming more powerful. Occasionally the desk that Andrew was leaning on would jump forward, eliciting a slight meow from the cat.
The fox's knot was bulging now, he knew that Andrew wouldn't let him tie, but he was too involved in the moment for that to matter to him, so he growled gently as he prepared himself for the final penetration, and slammed forward as hard as he could. The cat raised his head as the knot entered his tail hole, the fox could see the grimace of pain on the corner of the cat's face. Justin arched his back and ejected his seed into the cat. It was an amazing feeling, every jet of cum that left his shaft lifted him higher and higher into the sky, until soon he was floating in space, completely relaxed, warmth and contentment pumped through his veins.
He was brought back to earth by a loud cry. He looked at his boss, who was still bent over the desk with the fox's knot buried deep within him. He was holding his mobile phone in his hand, staring at it. Justin could see the display; apparently he had just made a 5 minute call to his wife. Justin's eyes slowly expanded in shock as it dawned on him,Andy's wife had just heard him having hot sex with another male. The cat suddenly straightened up and looked around manically, trying to decide what to do.
"I've got to get home! I've got to talk to Rachael! She heard everything, she...I...We"
"Calm down Andy" said Justin , "You won't be able to do anything just yet, I tied with you, we're stuck like this for the next 20 minutes."
The cat groaned and let his head fall to the desk; it hit it with a rather large thump. The cat didn't seem to notice a thing. The fox bent over to look and saw that the cat had passed out. Great, he was standing in the middle of a car firm, with his cock jammed up the ass of his unconscious boss, in the middle of his office. That would be a great anecdote for the Christmas party.
Andrew awoke some time later, his head hurt like hell, and his ass burned. He looked around the room, trying to bring everything into focus. He looked down at his desk and saw a note, he picked it up and flicked it open
'Dear Andy,
Thanks, I needed that.
Justin'
If the cat wasn't so stressed, he might have laughed. That did really happen, he did just have sex with a 20 year old fox in his office with his wife listening in on his mobile phone....'MY WIFE!' He screamed and grabbed his jacket off of the coat hook on the wall as he sprinted to his car.
"Rachael? Honey? Are you in here?"
The cat closed his front door, the sound echoing throughout the empty house. He looked around the ground floor, it was like a ghost town. The house was never this silent, not when you have two teenagers and a baby living there. Andrew climbed the stairs and headed straight for the bedroom. There was a balcony attached to it, his wife always sat there when something was troubling her.
The cat opened the doors expectantly, but there was no Rachael. He looked on the table and saw an empty coffee cup, it was pinning a sheet of paper to the table. Andrew moved it aside and gingerly grabbed the paper before it flew away. He looked at it as if it were a bomb, scared that if he even looked at it, it might explode. The cold air was beginning to get to him now, and so he moved back inside the house and closed the doors.
'Dear Andrew,
I have taken the children to see their grandparents for the weekend. When I return, I expect you to have cleared out your things and left. I have already packed all your clothes, if you wish to take anything more, then be my guest.
Your once loving ex-wife,
Rachael'
-Epilogue-
The divorce had been hard on Andy; of course, Dave had been there every step of the way. But it hadn't been easy; Andy had tried to push him away, until he turned up on Dave's doorstep, his face soaked with tears and his voice hoarse from crying. Dave still wasn't sure if Andy had recovered fully, he had been quiet and sullen, often just shrinking back into his own little comfort zone, shut off from the rest of the world.
The mysterious fox that had sparked the divorce had disappeared off the face of the earth, Rachael had moved to the other side of the world with the kids, and the whole town had found out that Andrew was gay. They didn't disapprove publicly, but Andy's car firm had reported a record drop in viewings and an even larger drop in sales and some had even brought their cars back, despite having no mechanical faults. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why.
Andy had left town three weeks ago, nobody had seen or heard from him since. But Andy's name had popped up on Google one day, in an American newspaper. He had been drunk at the wheel and had crashed into an 18-wheeler. He had a passenger in his car, the son of a prominent state politician, neither had survived. The incident had created a scandal in the government. Dave sighed when he read that, as politically correct as we claim society is, it never will be.
Dave could never be sure, but he liked to think that the three weeks that Andy spent in America were the best three weeks of his life.