{"sf1_id":1292609,"sf2_id":"RnoVR7pm","title":"Live and let live: A novel: Ch.2","author":"London79","words":704,"posted_at":"2018-01-22T01:03:00.000Z","tags":["Arkansas","Female x female","Gay","Lesbian","Romance","Wolf x Human","mall"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1292609-live-and-let-live-a-novel-ch-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnoVR7pm","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1292609\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"My heart sinks into my stomach, I look down at my paws, ashamed of what I've\u0026nbsp;\n\nsaid. \"Look, Amy I'm sorry,\" I'm trembling as I try desperately to find the words, -\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"That's what you've said every time this has happened,\" Amy is almost in tears\n\n\"I've told you time and time again, I don't FUCKING like you like that!\"\u0026nbsp; I sigh, getting\u0026nbsp;\n\nout of bed, \"I'll see you in the kitchen,\" I say.\n\nI walk into the hallway, and start to descend the stairs toward the kitchen, I sigh-\u0026nbsp;\n\nthinking why did I have to be this way? If I were a guy she'd totally go out with me, right?\n\nbut that's beside the point. Anyhow, I walk into the kitchen and look at the clock on the\u0026nbsp;\n\nstove which displays 11:30. \"Amy!,\" I shout. \"What?,\" she asks \"Where are the mugs?,\"\n\nI ask \"Where they always are,\" she replies.\n\n\"Thanks,\" I say \"Yeah,\" Amy soon trots down the stairs in that graceful way of hers. I watch\n\nas her hips sway, back and forth, just aching to put my arms around her. \"I wanna go to the -\u0026nbsp;\n\nmall,\" Amy suddenly blurts out, \"Huh?,\" I stop what I am doing and turn around to face her\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I want to go the mall,\" she repeats \"Ames its 11:00 o'clock in the morning,\" I try telling her, -\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So, you love me right?,\" she asks. \"I-,\" \"Right?,\" she asks again.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"yes,\" I sigh \"And you'd do anything for me right?,\" I sigh, deeply. \"Yes...,\" so, I grab my keys,\n\nslide on my cowboy boots and stagger out to my pickup, even though I have fur and a night shirt\u0026nbsp;\n\non I'm freezing. As I step outside, I am greeted by a gust of cold wind. I walk to my truck, unlock\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe driver door and climb inside. I put the key into the ignition and turn it, the engine turns over almost\n\nimmediately...\n\nAfter that, I trudge back inside where I find Amy sitting on the couch. I take a sit beside her. \"Alright, -\u0026nbsp;\n\ntruck's gettin' warmed up,\" I say \"I'm going upstairs to get dressed,\" Amy says and I do the same. We both race up\n\nthe steps, in 'our' room we choose our clothes for the day. I wisely decide on blue jeans, a white t, matching -\u0026nbsp;\n\nwhite belt, black, cowboy boots, my trade-mark dark brown, leather flight jacket and my brown aviator sunglasses.\n\nAmy on the other hand, goes with a plaid, long sleeve t, blue jeans, brown leather belt, black, short sleeve t, -\u0026nbsp;\n\nblack, Chuck Taylors and black baseball cap.\n\nWe both head down stairs, and walk toward the door and step over the threshold Amy first, of course,\u0026nbsp;\n\noutside we head toward my truck which is humming perfectly. We open the doors and climb inside. \"Can you\u0026nbsp;\n\nturn on the heat, please?,\" Amy asks. I comply and turn the knob and listen as the warm air course through\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe vents. I put the truck in gear and slowly back out of the parking lot, turn and exit. Half way down the road\n\nAmy turns on the radio, Match box 20's:Unwell, creeps through the speakers. I start to mouth the lyrics\u0026nbsp;\n\nas we continue down the road.\n\nWe come to a stoplight, I rev the engine which brings a smile to face. Amy is not amused, but I don't care.\n\nthe light turns green, and we get going again. We drive for about two to three more miles before I turn into the\u0026nbsp;\n\nmall parking lot. I park, and kill the engine. We both exit the vehicle and start to walk toward the entrance,\u0026nbsp;\n\nI hold Amy's hand, she does not protest, Once we are inside however, she jerks her hand away from my\u0026nbsp;\n\npaw.\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe head toward our favorite store, Lids, where our friend Justin works. we walk quickly side by side until\n\nwe reach our destination. At Lids, Justin stands behind the cash register. We walk in, \"Hey. Hey. if it isn't\u0026nbsp;\n\nmy two favorite 'gal pals',\" Justin grins from ear to ear...\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nTO BE CONTINUED... \u0026nbsp; (Read the first chapter to understand this one)\n\n"}