She still wasn’t sure what she wanted, did she want him as a boyfriend? A friend? Just a coworker? A sex slave? Fuck buddy? She didn’t know. The burning curiosity inside of her as to why the fox had suddenly begun behaving so suspiciously prevented her from seeing her desires clearly.
By the third Friday since the thumb sucking had first been noticed, she had made up her mind.
She had clocked out about 15 minutes early that day, and sat waiting in her car like a bird of prey, unmoving and waiting to see her shy silver furred fox come out of the building and into his car.
His gait seemed awkward, as if he were… Is he… waddling? It was true that his head and shoulders seemed to shift from side to side as he walked, as if he were carrying something particularly unpleasant between his legs.