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Chapter Eight

Thursday May 8, 2008

8:51am

The final weeks of Tyson's freshman year wound up a total blur with intensive studies cluttering what free time his schedule normally allowed. Finals began the fifth of May, and in the days leading up to them Tyson spent hours in the dormitory, library and student center with his notes. But things weren't all bad.

Campus-wide activities were held to alleviate tension and give students a break. With friends he hadn't seen in weeks, Tyson found himself indulging in the festivities. There were dodgeball and badminton tournaments, inflatable jumpers and obstacle courses, plus street dances and guest speakers.

As luck would have it, Tyson's final test was Basic Economics, and excitement filled him as he sat in Miss Rokem's classroom shading Scantron ovals. On the last pages of the test, the young shepherd slowed his pace, observed the room from the corners of his eyes. He wanted to be sure he was last to hand in his work.

Forty minutes went by and the room was still half-full.

Come on, guys. This is easy. Tyson sighed, looking towards Elena, but the fox was focused on her own workspace. With a smile, Tyson returned his eyes to the test.

Only a few minutes of the testing period remained when Tyson brought his paper forward. "See ya in a few hours," he remarked, grinning as he pulled away from the fox.

Elena brushed a paw across her muzzle. "Stay out of trouble, my little devil."

* * *

10:18am

While screeching tires and blaring horns sounded the semester's end for some, Tyson locked himself in the dorms and tried forcing himself to nap.

But he couldn't. He couldn't stop worrying about summer. Three months back under his parents' roof. A hundred miles between Elena and himself, and to make matters more difficult,Elena's daughter would be staying in Elliotsville over the summer.

Tyson sighed--knowing that he wouldn't sleep, and rolled onto his stomach. He groped blindly underneath the bed until reaching a colorful gift bag with the fox's name penned upon its side. He smiled at the package and wished the morning to make haste.

* * *

12:28pm

"Happy early birthday!"

From the passenger seat of her boyfriend's car, two days from her forty-fourth birthday--Elena stared at the pin-striped gift bag and shook her head. "Oh, Ty. You really didn't have to."

But the shepherd smiled. "It's no problem. I wanted to get you something." He was caught in a tight hug before he could unfasten his seat belt.

"I can't wait to see what you picked out," said Elena, stamping a soft kiss upon the side of Tyson's muzzle.

"I just hope you like it."

Elena assured the shepherd that she had no worries and put a paw on her door handle. "Well . . . Are you ready?" she asked, her face growing serious.

"I think so," said Tyson, sighing and looking out his window.

The rain had begun not long after their arrival at the Lucky Rabbit, an absolute downpour with no relief in sight. Now it pounded the 944 as the canines within prepared themselves for the short dash up Elena's driveway.

"Three," counted Elena. "Two . . ."

Tyson threw his door open and was immediately hit by hard, cold drops of rain. He ran 'round the nose of the Porsche to help pull the passenger door out of Elena's way, and the fox bolted from the car with a laugh.

"You cheater!" she yelled over the pounding of of the rain, ducking her head and running up the driveway.

Shielding Elena's gift from the downpour, Tyson followed the fox's bouncing white-tipped tail into the house and shook his head in the entryway with a laugh.

"Hey!" Elena exclaimed, catching a mist of water from the shepherd's fur. She glared, pulled her shoes off and pushed her wet nose to Tyson's for a short kiss. "I'll grab some towels," she said, stepping back.

She quickly vanished into the house, reappearing to toss a bath towel over her canine companion's head.

"Thanks," grinned Tyson, and he worked the dry towel against his dampened fur. "Can you take this?" he asked, extending Elena her gift.

"Should I open it now?"

"If you want."

Elena smiled and went to the couch, draping a gray towel over her hair as she sat. "Here I go."

She discarded several slips of tissue paper before reaching the first present. "Oh wow," said the fox, turning a greenish-blue boonie hat over in her paws. "I love the color! I'll wear it next time we go hiking."

Tyson nodded at the bag. "There's more."

The fox glared and placed the hat beside her. "I hope--" she started. A black jewelry box appeared in her grip, and her glare grew sharper. "I hope you didn't spend too much."

"Don't worry," laughed Tyson.

Set in a silver crown-shaped piece, the citrine heart had been an obvious choice. The stone was a perfect match for the fox's beautiful eyes, and the funds in Tyson's account had been just enough to cover the purchase. Elena examined the pendant and its silver chain, then shook her head.

"Is it really okay for me to take this?"

"You don't like it?"

"I love it," said Elena. "Can I try it on?"

"Go for it," said Tyson. "It's yours."

The pendant dangled over Elena's tee-shirt, and her eyes flashed in Tyson's direction.

"Well, I like it," said the shepherd, and with the damp towel slung around his neck, he plopped down on the couch beside Elena. "There's a card in there too--that's the last thing, I promise." He watched a black paw disappear, reappearing the next second with a small envelope.

Elena tore the card open and smiled, and after reading through it she smothered Tyson with a kiss. "I love you too." The fox pulled Tyson's muzzle into a longer smooch. "Thank you." She gave him a final peck. "Movie time."

Satisfied that his girlfriend was happy with the gifts, Tyson settled back on the couch while Elena cleared it of gifts and got the entertainment center running. Legal jargon faded onto the television screen as Elena settled back on the couch, wedging herself underneath one of Tyson's arms.

They watched the film's opening intently, but as it progressed their attention began to wane. Their chatter veered off topic. Their eyes abandoned the screen. They kissed. And kissing led to more kissing, and just a few minutes after the start of the kissing, Tyson sat bottomless on the couch. Elena knelt on the carpet at his feet.

Tyson growled as a nimble tongue flicked into view, coursed up his excited length.

"Good?" Elena inquired, her nose grazing Tyson on the way down. Her paws smoothed up the shepherd's thighs, applying a firm pressure to the fur and underlying muscle.

"Yeah," grunted Tyson. A shiver traversed him. He took a deep breath as the tongue appeared at his knot, rolling steadily up. "Too good."

The paws kneading his lap. The thick, soft tongue. Those gorgeous golden-yellow eyes gazing up, hinting at a smile. He was close.

He put a paw on Elena's shoulder and closed his eyes. Felt a paw encircle him, stroke him. Then, unseen--Elena's muzzle dropping. Felt--the thick, soft tongue lifting him. Eyes shooting open to see the fox licking at his scrotum. The paw stroking him harder. His own paw tightening on Elena's shoulder. Eyes closing again.

Placing herself back on the couch, Elena wiped at her mouth and kissed Tyson's forehead. "My devil liked that, hmmm?"

Tyson, a lopsided grin on his muzzle, nodded and straightened himself. "Yeah," he panted, "I did. And now--"

He gave a playful nip at the fox's ear, but felt two paws press against his chest.

"You don't have to, Ty," said Elena.

"Something wrong?" Tyson cocked his head inquiringly.

"Just not today, my devil. Even if I think it sounds good, my body doesn't agree."

Tyson gave his girlfriend a quick kiss and instructed her to request his services as needed. They lay quietly together, eyes closed, the fox in the shepherd's arms, the forgotten movie playing on.

* * *

4:51pm

"I'm gonna miss you." Tyson frowned at the front doorway. Elena's nose grazed one of his large, triangular ears.

"I'll miss you too, Ty. We'll see each other soon."

The shepherd nuzzled at the fox's neck and quietly told her, "I love you."

"I love you too."

The canines held one another in their arms.

"Text me whenever you wanna talk," whispered Tyson, and against his will, he stepped back onto the porch.

The rain was gone. The sun, painfully reminiscent of summer, beat down on Tyson's neck as he looked at the fox. He didn't want to leave. Didn't want to drive to Sandy. He sighed, worked a smile onto his muzzle.

"Talk to ya soon, my mistress."

"Be safe, my devil."

Heaving a heavier sigh, Tyson started down his girlfriend's front walk, looking out over the freshly-watered grass. He waved from his car-- taking a moment to appreciate the fox's beauty as she emerged into the sunlight to wave back--then keyed the ignition.

"Fucking summer."