The Letter
#3 of Bound by Blood
WARNING: The following contains gay erotica. What else needs to be said?
Third installment in the Bound By Blood series.
THE LETTER
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12 hours and three truck rides later, a short white fox stood in line at a Chevron station holding a 20 oz Pepsi and a bag of Ruffles. The poor canid's fur was matted from perpetual sweating as a result of the lingering heat. The cool air of the gas station enraptured the fox and he spent the better part of fifteen minutes in the store pretending to browse the stock, when all he was doing was alleviating the after effects of the scalding summer heat.
Young, definitely, no more than 16 years old, about 5ft. 4in. tall. He was lithe, hardly any muscle on him at all, androgynous to the furry eye, with dark spots splayed out across his form, with one exception, a red-gold patch over his left eye. He remembered as a kid being told not to take rides from strangers, that he didn't know who they were and for all he knew, they would just rob him and throw him out in the middle of the desert or worse if they could manage to subdue him. But these thoughts weren't his primary concerns. He had to get away from his home and go somewhere else and there was only one person he knew he could count on that wasn't too far away.
The thoughts of climbing into the passenger seat of a mass murderer's stolen hemi-powered pickup truck racked his brains and always made him tense whenever somebody stopped by. His luck had held out so far and everyone that stopped were really just helping the kid out, but as he gripped the ten-dollar bill in his pocket, he realized that he might not be looking at too much of a choice by now. He was starving and he had been spending most of his money on soda and water, but with 30 miles left to go till he hit the city and another possible 30 miles until he reached his final destination and revenue slipping quickly, he was beginning to think that unless his luck held out and another honest-to-goodness wife and kids family man drove by and saw him and felt enough sympathy for the kid to give him a lift, he might find himself in not too good a situation.
He could ask along the way for a little money, an option he had considered many times along the way, but panhandling was something he just couldn't bring himself to do. Not that he found it degrading, but he was so shy and reserved that he had trouble asking someone to politely step aside if they were in his way, let alone ask someone if they would politely give up a little hard earned cash. He could steal. He noticed there weren't many people in the stores he went to and a few times he actually managed to slip through the door, accidentally of course, before realizing he hadn't paid for them yet. It would be so easy. But such a timid mind evokes a strong conscience.
The only choice he had was to bide his resources and make due with what was left. Caffeine was out of the question after this last swirl. He could get free water from any fast food joint or grocery store and surely there would be someplace offering food that didn't need to be cooked that he could survive on with the money he had left after this. Other than that, his only other choice would be to starve until he arrived at point B.
The lady standing in front of him walked away, having paid for her gas and the young fox stepped forward. The zebra cashier looked down at him and glared spitefully. His day was obviously not a good one, probably no better than the fox's, but he was doing nothing to hide it. He hastily grabbed the fox's items and rung them, spitting out the total. The fox took out the ten from his pocket and handed it shakily to the cashier. At this point, he just wanted to run out of there, freeing his scared little world of the hostility developed in this enclosure. The cashier handed back his change and without a word signaled for the person behind him to move forward.
His muscles tensed up and the young, lithe fox hustled out of there, back into the simmering heat of the sunlit sky. He stood for a moment just outside the door and shook off his mild nervousness and started off toward the west once again. After leaving the premises of the gas station, he opened the bag of chips and began chomping down. After finishing off the chips and soda, he stuffed the trash into his backpack and began the long, 'arduous' task of hitchhiking.
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50 MILES WEST
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Uproarious!? Can't even begin to describe what I was thinking. All I was doing was making myself a sandwich; hardwood smoked turkey with Swiss cheese, mayonnaise, and a little mustard on wheat bread. And for a little added flavor, I sprinkled a whisper of salt on top of the mayo (muuuuuurrrrrrrrr). I don't normally put salt on my food because it dries it out, but the brand of mayonnaise my boyfriend buys, whose name escapes me now and I don't really care about, is way too sweet. I'm all for sugar, but I've got that southern appetite that needs to be sated with spices, not hot mind you, but which warm the body... I lost my train of thought again. Where was I? Oh, yeah. The uproarious sounds coming from the bedroom.
I put my sandwich down and walked over to the bedroom, more than curious and slightly irritated by whatever was coming from that direction, most likely Seth. I was naked, having decided not to get dressed after waking up this morning. I walked into the bedroom and what did I find but my naked boyfriend, splayed out across the bed, sheets strewn off to the side, mouth agape, and snoring louder than I'd ever heard before.
Hm. It was almost one o'clock and he was still asleep. We got home the night before around nine in the evening and after less than a half an hour he was stripped to the buff and out like a log in bed. We never slept in pajamas or clothes or so much as underwear. Always in the nude and always with the temperature turned down low. The only problem was groping each other was a feat to overcome that we still have yet to master. Was he ever gonna get up? After our little 'exercise' on the beach and the meal that could've held us for four days, I knew he'd be tired, but Jeez! Aw well. I just smiled and slightly chuckled to myself at the sight of the fur on the bed. I propped myself against the doorframe and just enjoyed the sight.
My muscles relaxed and I felt the romantic in me revive itself and I thought of jumping in bed just to be close to him. His eyelids were twitching, REM. He was dreaming. I wondered what he was dreaming about, the thought accentuated by the booming bellows made by every intake of air Seth tried to make. Figuring how loud he was, it's conjecturable that he'd wake himself up; a thought that made me laugh a little to myself. I haven't heard him snore this loud since- No, better to leave that to the imagination (hee hee).
Anyway, I'm getting off track again. Well... actually... considering what I did next, it's totally appropriate. As sexy as my boyfriend was, sorry, is, and as much fun as it is for me to watch him sleep, his muscles rippling even though his body is mostly paralyzed from the chemicals his body is pumping through him, his snoring was wracking my brain into vegetable juice. Now I know that I'm just taking advantage of an unconscious creature, but I did it last time and not only did it cease his snoring, but I got a nice, milky reward for it as well. No need for creamer in my coffee that day. Of course, Seth wasn't too happy with what I did to him without him getting to experience it, but whatever it did to him in his sleep I wasn't about to complain about because later that night, he was hornier than a hoard of sex-starved rabbits at a strip club. I'm not going into to details about that night, but all I really have to say is that it involved me being tied to the bed, immobile and in pain, and him doing horrible, nasty things to my body. With luck, history will repeat itself.
I licked my lips at the thought and padded forward toward the bed. His limp cock was dangling to the side and I looked down and stared at it. I smiled wide and knelt down on the bed next to my lover without so much as a ruffle from him as my weight sunk in next to his hips. His last breath made me cringe; it was so loud. Relinquishing thoughts of romance or constraint, I held myself steady with my right arm and began massaging Seth's penis slowly, and his next breath of air tapered away from a loud snore to a mere whimper and I was satisfied. I increased my pace to a steady rhythm.
I saw the veins in his phallus forming as the blood flowed hastily to get it to a hard, throbbing state of arousal. The stringy pubes around his penis began to stand on end. The scent of sex unconsciously flowed from Seth's pores and quickly wafted to my nasal passages, delivering a musk that made me hard as a rock in seconds. His member reached a good 15 inches in no time, still musky from the night before on the beach. I blushed and took in the sight and smell and closed my eyes at the thought of giving head to an unwashed cock, and Seth still had no idea what was going on. Maybe he was dreaming this in his sleep, maybe he was getting head or ass in his dream, the best he'd ever had, or maybe he was getting some from those body builders I saw him screwing on those videos he taped for money before I found out he was gay.
The last thought stayed with me as I bent my frame over, gripping the shaft of my boi's projectile, stuck out my long, canid tongue and lapped with vigor along the head. I heard a moan of ecstasy from my partner and I repeated the step. I could still taste the cum from yesterday and I experienced a slight flashback and I could almost feel the wind blowing through my fur, the sound of waves clashing against the shores, the smell of saltwater and pheromones mixing together. It's fun to re-experience memories, if only for a moment.
I took a second lick and a third like and a fourth lick and a fifth lick and a sixth lick and... well, I think the idea presented itself from the start. I shifted my glance away from his cock and toward his face. Seth didn't move, he just moaned slightly, his mouth having been closed. I resumed my licks and enforced a harder scrub of his glans. I held the shaft in place as I licked as hard as I could to stimulate his fleshy, rock-hard organ. I began licking hungrily, covering it in my saliva, making it shine in the dim light emanating from the hallway. I licked at it like I was licking a blow pop (BLOW POP!!!!!! HA HA HA!! That's funny). The taste was dying down, having basically cleaned it of the residue of ejaculate and coated it with my saliva, a taste I can't readily describe.
Dozens of licks later, without notice, I felt pressure on the back of my head and I found myself swallowing Seth's giant penis. As well as I could, I turned my eyes and just barely within my line of sight, I saw Seth smiling back at me, eyes open, but just in slivers.
"What are you doing?" he asked rhetorically, smiling that huge grin that tells me he's not really asking a question, he's just playing the scene.
With a cock-barrel between your fangs you speak only in vowels. "Um avin um ung," is all that came out. I was trying to say, "I'm having some fun," but a muzzle full of blood engorged meat muffles the message, which at the moment meant about as much to either of us as a python with a shaving kit. He widened his grinned and laid back and I brought myself to gaze back at his crotch and continued to administer my oral sodomy, coaxing the same grunts and moans from my boyfriend as last night.
I slid my tongue around inside my crowded muzzle slowly, having to press forward forcibly to make it movable. I tightened my grip on the rough member with both hands, stroking very slowly and in very short thrusts. At the same time, Seth's hand began rubbing the top of my head, kneading my scalp and brushing my soft, red fur between his fingers while he rotated his hands in a circular motion atop my head. I felt pre ejected and shoot straight down my throat. I swallowed impatiently and began to permeate the next spurts of pre into Seth's phallus head with my tongue and my ministrations became much more instinctual once I got to taste the titillating effects of the rhinoceros pre-ejaculate I've hungered every day for the last few weeks.
A few more licks and Seth bucked his hips a few times and I slowed my stimulation. But the thought of being tied up and subserviently subjected to humiliating actions was something that wouldn't leave my mind. Mind you, it only happened once and we were both very horny and randy (no pun intended) and it was not a very comfortable experience. I don't think Seth even cared about how I was feeling cause of how lost he was in pleasure, but I'll say this much, if someone is as sex crazed as we were, then a night of uninhibited, totally superfluous and abject sex is enough to satiate one's sex drive for weeks.
I brought myself back to the present and realized I was having difficulty concentrating on the cock in my mouth. My arousal was waning as well and I could feel my member become flaccid. Delaying an orgasm was something I didn't like to put my boyfriend through, but I knew it would pay off later tonight, so with a little effort, I pushed my head back, fighting against Seth's hand, which was fighting my urge to free my head, and slid the penis out of my muzzle, leaving a trail of saliva and a glistening cock head protruding upright in the cold, exposed air.
Seth halted his kneading and traced his hand down to the small of my back. I let go of his member and rested both my hands on my knees and turned to face Seth, a look of neutrality and a hint of sadness covered my face. He looked back at me quizzically. "What's wrong baby? Why'd you stop?" He rubbed my back, the tone indicating he thought something was wrong. His voice was soft.
I curled my left lip and smirked. "Nothing Seth. I just think it's too early." I replied with the same soft tone and volume that Seth spoke with. The air was thick with musk, but neither of us paid heed to it; at least I don't think Seth was thinking about it. He seemed so worried about what was on my mind.
He furrowed his brows, "Whadda 'ya mean? What time is it?"
I chuckled a little and gave a full, loving smile back to the herbivore. "No, no. I think we should wait until to tonight to do this."
He didn't alter his expression. He just looked back at me and wondered why I would want to wait on something so compelling as sex. I must admit though, in the last two weeks since my mom had surgery, with as many times as we've done it, I've always been the one to start and finish our little encounters. "Why?" he asked.
I hoisted myself up and straddled his stomach, kneeling on either side of his waist, letting my body sink onto Seth's torso and rapping my arms around his bulking frame. He returned the hug and now we stared at each other face to face, breathing on each other's muzzle. But he still looked back at me confused. "Because fun is fun, and what we've been doing these last couple of months has been fun, but I want us to pleasure each other and really get something more enjoyable out of this rather than just a few sodomizes a day."
Seth grinned widely, contemplating what I was saying and leveling his interpretation of it. "You're thinking of that night back in February, aren't you?"
I blushed and looked away from Seth, "Yeah," I said almost in a whisper.
Seth shook his head and sighed, arching his back a little with me on top, stretching his back for a moment and then settling back down. "I'm starting to wonder if that's all you ever really think about in this relationship."
I smiled, even though I was slightly hurt at the insulting, but nevertheless obvious, statement he made. I closed the gap between us and kissed him gently. I pulled back and tightened my embrace. "You wanna go do somethin' tonight?"
"Like what?" he asked reinforcing his grip on me.
"I don't know, just something." I shrugged my shoulders, wanting to allay my feelings of arousal by getting my mind completely off the subject. "Go out for the rest of the day, maybe go eat out and then come back and..." I grinned lusciously at my mate, "'tie up' a few loose ends and see what transpires."
He chuckled and smiled back at me in a sadistic, yet childishly carefree manner. "But we ate out yesterday, remember."
I felt completely relaxed and lay carefree as I rose slightly and fell slightly atop Seth as he breathed in and out, contracting and expanding his stomach. I lay my head down on Seth's neck and listened to his heartbeat. "Well, how about a movie? I've wanted to go see Dark Water for a little while."
"Eh, I think it can wait. Horror movies nowadays always have such a predictable plot. It starts out as a horror, but always winds up in the action/adventure genre."
I sat up and gave a heavy shove against Seth's pectorals. "Ah, come on! There not all like that." I sat on his stomach and kept myself upright by resting my hands on his chest, his strong, smooth, hard-as-stone chest. I have such an open imagination that almost any movie with frightening images in it will scare the life out of me and those are the type of movies I liked. Seth, on the other hand, had trouble keeping himself from rambling the inaccuracies about the movie during the movie.
"Oh, yeah." He reacted to my shove by grabbing me by the waist and turning me onto my side on the bed, repositioning himself to mirror my position. "Alright baby, give me an example of a recent horror film that might have actually gotten me riled up."
"What about The Grudge?"
"The grudge was good, but I repeat, it ended in an action/adventure battle between two women, one alive and one dead." He sighed and rested his head on his hand and propped up his elbow into an upright position. "Ju-on was better and it had a more intelligent ending."
I rolled my eyes and debated. "HA!" I yelled sarcastically. "I go to the movies to watch and listen, not read them."
"Well why don't we go out and rent it. You might like it more than you think."
"Uh, no, I don't think so." I thought for a moment and then spoke up. "What about The Ring?"
"Another Japanese horror film that would have been better if left as it was, in Japanese."
"Oh come on! How about The Amityville Horror?"
"Ya know, you keep throwing out these remakes and it's just proving my point that there are no new original ideas out there."
I sighed and was becoming irritated. "You just haven't the imagination that I do. That's your problem. You might try thinking a bit less and just enjoy that show as it was intended to be."
He furrowed his brow and smiled at me. "And you might try thinking a little more. Maybe then you might see that they really aren't that scary."
"Hey, I like it when they scare the piss outta me."
"Indeed," he said, arching his eyebrows before sighing and speaking again. "Speaking of which..." he said and then rolled over, facing his back to me as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees, rubbing his forehead and eye lids in a few circular strokes in his palms before dropping his hands and pushing himself up off the bed, giving me the perfect view of his backside before he trudged off toward the hallway.
"Where're you going?" I asked as I sat up in bed, eyeing my boyfriends back.
Without stopping his trudge he said, "To the bathroom. I haven't peed in almost a day." I watched as his image crossed the boundaries of our bedroom and turned the left corner and out of sight.
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Well, needless to say, I'd managed to convince Seth to go see Dark Water with me. I figured a five o'clock showing would be the most reasonable because that way we could go see the movie, get popcorn and pop, get back between seven to eightish, and enjoy the rest of the night in each other's company, eventually making our way to the bedroom.
The movie itself, in my opinion, was pretty good, but then again, I'm a Jennifer Connelly fan, so I can't be expected to look at her movies grimly. It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be, but that's a good thing because as much as I like being scared, I hate being scared. Seth, on the other hand, didn't think much of the movie at all. He compared it to both of The Ring movies and Hide And Seek, an apt comparison, but he commented on it the same way he did with the others, saying that it just wasn't in any way original. I tried debating him for a few minutes, but with stubborn personality, I knew it was pointless and excepted defeat, quietly contradicting his stance on the subject.
We arrived back at the complex around 7:35 in the evening, but the sun was still up in the sky and it would be another hour before it would be close to dark. We entered the parking lot and pulled off to the side and parked right next to mailboxes. Seth stepped out of the drivers seat and went to get the mail. I would've gotten it myself, but he insisted. He returned with about five sealed envelopes and drove to our building. He shut off the car and stepped out and I followed suit.
I turned to face Seth as I shut the door and started following him up the stairs. "So, hon, is there anything interesting today?"
"Let's see," he said still ascending the stairs, swaying his small tail as his hips swaggered between steps. "Electric bill, water bill, letter from the gay alliance..." he then held up a letter and showed it to me. "The USAA sent us our car insurance. Either that or they sent you a pink slip."
I grinned and slapped him lightly on the butt. "That aint funny." He chuckled in response. "So, I guess that's a no." We reached the small balcony at the top of the stairs and Seth opened the door and held it open for me. I smiled and replied, "Thanks love."
"Sure thing, cupcake," he said as I stepped through the doorway, Seth following closely behind and shutting the door.
I turned about-face and stood as Seth tossed the letters on the couch and put his hands on my hips. I dragged my hands up along his biceps, tucking my fingers underneath the fabric of his body hugging t-shirt. "Cupcake. Is that my new pet name?" I asked smiling.
"Sure." We kissed again on the lips and broke it off quickly. "First, I get a taste of the icing." We kissed once again, on the lips again but prolonging it. Seth broke away and licked his muzzle. "Now, I'll try the cake." And he leaned forward and this time we embraced as our mouths parted and we frenched in a frenzy. Our tongues collided and explored the inner walls of the other's muzzle, rubbing along each other's teeth. We broke away and I looked up at Seth, still smiling like a drunken hyena.
"I'm in love," I said sporadically while rubbing my boyfriends back.
"So am I," he replied in a whisper.
I giggled wholeheartedly as he leaned my head forward and gave me a small peck on my forehead. I splayed me ears back and blushed under my red and white fur. Sighing comfortably, I leaned forward against his chest and began rubbing against it like a cat that just inhaled a pouch of catnip. I hugged tighter and just stood there, pressed against his chest, smiling stupidly and murring passively. I was happy, happier than I think I'd been in my life. I was in love with one of the most handsome and most well built men on the planet, we were spending all our free time with each other, seeing movies, eating out, reading and writing books, making love, oooooohhhh did we make love, but in such a state of serenity I am reminded of the adage, all good things must come to an end.
We stood there with our bodies hugged tightly, exchanging heat and invoking a sense of passion for a few minutes before Seth pushed me away. "Oh, Randy... looking at you now, I can say with complete abandon..." I smiled in anticipation, "that I am in the mood for a nice cheese pate."
I dropped my arms to my side and my smiled changed to frown of vexation, but Seth just smiled sadistically back at me. Ignoring my obvious annoyance, he turned and walked into the kitchen. I just watched as he walked away. "Well, somebody's not lookin' for any nooky tonight. Hell, why didn't you just keep the popcorn from the movie?"
Seth turned to face me. "I was getting tired of the kernels getting stuck in my teeth and besides, I don't like popcorn unless it's right out of the popper," he said and then disappeared into the kitchen.
I tucked my paws into my pant pockets and sulked. My boyfriend really knew how to ruin a good moment. Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a neglected fifth letter lying in the pile of mail. "Hey Seth!"
"Yeah."
"Who's this other letter from?" I asked stepping forward.
"What letter?" A pause. "Oh, that one. I don't know, it's from the IRS, but I think they sent it to the wrong house. I think they mixed up your name with someone else's because it's got you last name, but somebody else's first."
"Really?" I picked up the letter and flipped it over. It was then that I felt the world around me stop and I just stood in awkward silence. My heart began to palpitate slightly and my mouth hung ajar while my mind transfixed on the name of the receiver, 'Richard Hanley.' I suddenly went a little dizzy and I got a sudden case of tinnitus, that ringing you get in your ears that seems to come for no apparent reason. It only lasted about 14 seconds, but every time it happens, I get this foreboding feeling.
'Why would they send me a letter for Richard?' I asked myself. I looked over it one more time before, thinking to myself that maybe Seth was right; that they just confused names and sent this to my address on accident. I quickly pocketed the small envelope and padded over and into the kitchen. Seth was already preparing his little pate. I walked up to him and leaned against the counter, staring blankly at the food he had spread over the counter.
Pausing for a moment to look down at me, Seth turned and chuckled lightly. "Randy, I'm sorry to kill such a golden moment, I really am. I just lose track of what's important when I start thinking with my stomach." I didn't respond in any way. I just kept completely still, transfixed on the counter. After noticing my inane gaze, Seth ceased his preparations and looked down at me. "Randy, you alright?"
I broke out of my trans and cracked a meager smile, feigning tranquility. "Yeah, I'm alright." I kept my volume low. "It's just... I don't know Seth. I mean, don't you ever feel like, just maybe, there's something missing from our relationship?"
Seth furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Whadda ya mean?"
"I mean, apart from all the wonderful time we spend together, I feel like there's something about us as a couple that's, I don't know... incomplete."
Seth looked sullen, kind of hurt by what I'd said. "Randy, are you disappointed with me in some way?"
"NO!" I retorted sharply. "Of course not!" I rubbed up along Seth's arm comfortingly. "Seth, I don't want you to think that my worriment is caused by you." That got Seth to relax a little. "I just... I just feel that everything we've been doing lately has become a bit, I don't know... redundant."
Seth chuckle a little and snorted. "Randy, I know we don't go out to shows, or amusement parks, or any of that other stuff as much as we used to, but that shouldn't matter. It's not where you go or what you do, but who you do it with."
"Yeah, I know Seth, and that's not the problem. I want..." Seth stared on while I tried to explain my thoughts, but nothing came to mind. "Never mind."
"No, no. Randy, if something's bothering you, than we should talk about it."
"No, Seth, really. It's not something we should be talking about now. We'll discuss it a little later."
"Are you sure?"
I stepped forward and got up on my tippy-toes and gave Seth a small peck on the cheek. "Yes, I'm sure. Now when you're done with your pate, how 'bout you come meet me in the bedroom?"
Seth turned to check the time on the microwave. "But it's only 8 o'clock."
"I know, but I'm tired and I don't wanna fall asleep on the couch again."
Seth sighed concededly. "Alright. I'll see ya in a few minutes."
"OK," I said and then walked off. I thought I was worrying Seth because of the tone he spoke in. I didn't want to worry him, even though I'm sure he'll fret after all I've put in his head. But as preoccupied as I was, my intentions were gonna be crystal clear to Seth once he finds a little surprise waiting for him in the bedroom. I hope it's obvious where this is going.
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40 MILES EAST
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The lithe fox had to hop a little to get his foot into the cabin of the large 18-wheeler. He shut the door and turned to the large Siberian tiger at the wheel of the truck. "Thank you so much for stopping."
"Hey, it's ma' pleasure," the tiger said with a slight southern accent, extending a paw to the vulpine sitting next to him. "Name's Denny."
The fox's instinctual nature told him to keep his hands on his lap, but not wanting to be rude, he hesitantly held out his paw and shook hands. "Wallie."
Denny gripped Wallie's hand so tight that he had to bite his tongue to keep from wincing from the pain. "Wallie, eh. It suits ya." He let go and retracted his paw finally and took the steering wheel as he pulled away from the curb and drove on. Wallie held his paw in his lap as he massaged it gently. Instinct, as well as common sense, told him to jump out of the cabin and take his chances on the road. But that same instinct and sense made him wary of walking dark streets on the outskirts of a big city. So, he took his chances with Denny.
"So, what's a young guy lik' yu doin' out wonderin' these streets at night?"
Wallie's stomach was unsettling and his nerves were beginning to show as his voice shook when he spoke. "Uuum... I'm going to ssee ssomeone I knnow."
"At 8 o'clock in the evening?"
"Yyeah."
Denny turned to see his little hitchhiker gripping the end of his shirt tightly, his hands juddering. "Hey, hey, don't be so nervous. I aint gonna hurt ya." He tried to reassure the kid by patting him on the back, but it just seemed to agitate him more. "Don't worry kid, nuttin's gonna happen to yu."
His attempt at consolation bore no weight on the young, small albino fox, but he could either press on, or head back and he certainly didn't want to go back. So, with a deep, shaky breath, he slumped back into the seat of the chair and made the best of the tiger's company as the sun in the background began to descend behind the horizon.
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