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 ...He repeated them in his head until he was so sure he had to
sigh them aloud, the words he once and for all knew he truly meant,
"Fuck Jiffy..."
"Hmmm..?" Jez replied lazily,
"I want you, not her... fuck her..."
 Jez sighed...
"Please don't be talking tae soon..."
"Too soon for what exactly Jez..?" he replied angrily, "too soon to have
considered whether or not to take any more abuse from her..?"
"Naw Jez, tae soon to know if ye love us or not..."
"I know, I can feel it Jez...  When I'm with you, I just know..."
"A..." Jez sounded hurt, "just daint want yee hurting yaself and me..."
 They stood in utter silence...
"Jez..." he sighed, "what would it take..?  What do I need to do?"
"Well..." the ferret looked thoughtfully out of the window looking
thoughtful, "here's one passing thought..." he grinned, "just to make
sure that ye like males after all...  There's still nae guarantee that
you aren't one of that thurd of the population that doesn't..."
"Anything..." he sighed, "whatever it takes to convince you, I personally
know what I feel, but if yu're going to have hangups about this..."
"...We visit a bi-bar, get yee absolutely pissed up to the eyeballs, and
see which sex of fox gets to ye first..."
 Grey frowned,
"What do you mean, fox..?  Like I haven't had enough of fox's..?"  Jez
grinned and shook his head,
"If ye dain't know now... you'll know tonight..."

                             *      *      *

The police cell, 20:35.
 Jiffy was miserable... downcast, hanging limply where she sat...
the fox had sat with her for two hours trying to talk her round... but
telling the awful truth too...  Grey probably wouldn't want to see her
again... and those words were like a blade of cold steel slipping into
her heart...
 "Come on... you'll move on," he said brightly,
"No..." she replied almost inaudibly, "I've lost my mate..."
"And that makes you want to die..?  Doesn't it?"
"Yes..." she replied without looking up...
"Well you will get over it, and I know, because I've been there... I
almost did kill myself..." he nearly trailed off into similar quietness,
"and," he continued, "if I hadn't been a solitary blip on a thermal
scanner... no-one would have found me... but as it happened, Chris came
to talk me around..." he sighed, "and here I am..."
 "I don't see myself moving on..." she said confidently,
"You wont forget him, it'll always hurt... whenever you see him, you'll
see who and what you lost... but you can move on..."
"I just don't think so..."
 Rafa drooped, then the fox brightened, cheered by whatever idea
he had come up with,
"I might be able to help you there if I use a few little loopholes..."

                             *      *      *

21:02.
Jez stood resplendent in grey latex shorts and black PVC t-shirt,
grinning at the gorgeous reflection showing the sexy slender creature
modelled before him...
"Perfect," he said happily... looking over at Grey's room he wondered
what the squirrel was thinking of wearing...  "Grey!?" he shouted,
"What..?" came the distracted reply.
"Ye not finished tarting yaself up yet?"
"In a minute..." the squirrel replied...
 Jez just 'hmmmmphd' and returned his attention to the sleek form
in the mirror...  A friendly grinning head, showing wicked ferret-fangs,
sitting above a slim body, his white fur well cleaned and groomed, the
fake leather shining in brilliant contrast, just showing some belly,
above where the tight shorts shown a distinctly impressive bulge... he
considered carefully whether or not to get the goth-style studded thick
black leather belt to wear around his waist...
 Grey's door finally swung open and the squirrel stepped out
tentatively, aheming softly...
"Is this... suitable, you think?" he asked... the squirrel was wearing a
pair of black jeans, unhealthily tight, and a white string vest...  Jez
looked carefully over the squirrel...
"Belt perhaps..?  Black vest..?" he suggested, "I have a nice spare
studded one you can borrow, speaking of which..."
 He reached over and grabbed two similar looking belts, throwing
one to Grey, and grinning as he put the other on.
"Just a suggestion of course..."  Grey smiled...
"Alright, I'll do that... got any good t-shirts I can borrow..?  I don't
have any black tops."  Jez looked around his room briefly,
"Only this gothic one..." he muttered and walked out of view to retrieve
the item,
"Why is everything you have gothic?"
"Dae ah really need to explain that one?"

                             *      *      *

21:04.
 Rafa pushed blindly into the changing room, much to the surprise
of the young vixen occupant, who quickly regathered herself,
"I could have been naked there for all you know."
"And you could have been pushing needles through your breasts for all I
care," he replied jauntily.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Checking to see if you're ready yet," he said, examining her clothes
intently, scrutinising every point of the crimson PVC shorts and top,
"what is it with fake leather around here anyway?"
 Choosing not to answer that she looked him over just as intently,
"Why is it that you always dress like a whore?"  The fox just grinned
wickedly and leant over almost to where their muzzles were touching...
"Because I am you silly girl..."

                             *      *      *

Town center, 22:16.
 "I could have swore that I swore never to enter this shithole
again..." Grey muttered as they walked towards a quiet-looking bar with a
blue neon sign saying 'The Fear', which was one of only two night-clubs
in the town.
"Were ye drunk then..?" replied Jez happily, obviously looking forward to
the pit of general drunken innuendo...
 Grey sighed and glanced over his clothes again... he still wasn't
sure about what he was wearing... for one thing, the t-shirt smelled
faintly of ferret, and had a tinge of something else... which he couldn't
identify.
 Jez walked straight in with Grey trailing slightly behind... the
last time he came to this night-club he was with Jiffy, and another male
made a move on him... the result wasn't pleasant.
 Instantly on entering he encountered clichÈ, the place with
swimming with dry ice, and faint faint blue light, silhouetting anything
beyond 2 meters.  Figures moved through the gloom, and red neon arrows
with small phospherent labels beside pointed out the directions of the
bar, toilets and exit...  The music was loud, and some of the best grunge
of the last 520 or so years, presently it was in the late 20th century,
as it shifted from Nirvana's 'Teen Spirit' to Radiohead's 'Just'.
 Grey walked nervously to the bar... feeling pretty damn out of
place.  Sighing he located the bar attendant and asked for a beer.
Paying and receiving quickly, he set into the pint glass like it was his
anchor to sanity...
 "Hello..." greeted a melancholy voice to his left, looking over
at the male, he observed the silhouette of what was obviously a lightly
built racoon.
"Hi..." he replied nervously, unsure and feeling trapped.
"Goth night was last Friday, finest Manson..."
"I haven't been here for months, excuse me for being out of touch..."
 The gaps between their sentences served to build a fine tension
that made the racoon smile...  Grey could tell he was being played.
Finishing the beer he called for another, which he also received fairly
promptly.
"So..." the racoon said at last and finally walked over to join Grey
where he stood, "Deffi, and you..?"
"Grey..." he replied, looking over the racoons features... soft, deep
mauve eyes, unkempt fur... he was wearing just a black leather jacket and
dark blue jeans.
"So, you look like a college boy..." the racoon announced as he finished
his own observation.
"Likewise..."
"Communications sciences, you?" the racoon said sharply,
"Sociology," Grey replied quickly.
 The pointless exchange was soothing the tension, Grey realised,
after the tension that had been present, that was creating an extra
familiarity.  'Deffi' was trying to make strong eye contact... Grey
quickly ordered another beer.
 "Sooo..." Grey sighed, and looked up into the racoons red eyes,
gauging what the racoon was probably feeling... "what is it you're after
Deffi?  A night, a week, a quick one in the toilets?" the boldness caught
the racoon off guard, who expected what was true, that the squirrel was
a soft fearful bag of raw nerves...
"Why don't we try the toilets and work our way from there?"
 A look had crept into Deffi's eyes that could only be hope...
"I'll just finish this then..." he took another heavy swig...
"That's your third whilst I've been here..."
"Frankly I think I need more..." he sighed almost under his breath...
 "Hello Grey..." announced a voice from behind... and his blood
ran cold... he closed his eyes and hoped in disbelief... she was meant to
be in a police cell...
"She a... friend of yours Grey..?" asked Deffi, with a faint trace of
fear creeping into his scent...
 The wounds around his neck had been totally healed, so Deffi
couldn't know... perhaps that was a problem...
"A very close friend actually," she replied to him, "he's my mate..."
Grey suddenly realised that the scent of fear was coming from Jiffy, and
himself...
"Hello Jiffy," he replied, almost paralysed... "I'm surprised to see you
here..."
 Deffi looked very nervous...
"I'm apparently here to try and get over you... since you probably
wouldn't want to see me again..." she said nervously.
"Well it's hard... think of it from my point of view..."
"Do you want me to leave you both?" asked Deffi cautiously, Grey shook
his head worriedly... "alright..."
 Another fox walked out of the gloom and stood beside them... Grey
looked over at the fox, seeing Jiffy, out of the corner of his eye, for
the first time that day...  She was a picture of misery... the arctic fox
who had just arrived looked very worried...
"Is this him Jiffy..?" he asked in a diluted New York-alike accent.
"Yes..." she replied painfully...
"I think it's best you just walk away..."
"No..." she was on the verge of tears...
 "Grey..." she sniffed, "I'm sorry I did that... I'm sorry that I
hurt you... I don't know what happened..."  Grey wasn't too far from
tears himself... he wasn't too far from running out of the building
either...
"Well I..." he sighed, "I'm not really angry with you Jiffy... despite
what I may have said to Jez..." before she could ask, he pressed on...
"I'm... just... well..." he sighed and finally gave in, "I JUST DON'T
KNOW!" he shouted.
 They stood quietly in all the noise and bustle about them...
"Grey..." she sighed, "you know how much I love you..."  His head sank,
"And..." he sighed, "I love you... that's the only reason I never ran
away from you..." he was almost shocked by the confession... but he knew
it was true... that first day, when she bonded with him, was the happiest
day of his life... and every terrifying fuck had been... satisfying...
somehow he had enjoyed it every time... like a drug, he needed it...
'DAMN I'VE BEEN SO THICK HEADED!' he told himself...
 "Can we put this behind?" she asked, sniffling...
"I'll not press charges..." he said quietly... "and I still want to be
with you..." he couldn't believe what he was telling her, and indeed
himself...  "But the latter on one condition..."
"Anything..."
"I can still love Jez..."
 Silence cut over again...