The Life and Times of Jeffrey Gordon - Part 1
written by SonicBlu
all content within this story is (c) 2001 SonicBlu. 
Any similarities with characters past
or present, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

     I never thought for a moment my life would take 
me to such unexpected areas, but all I wanted
was to be happy. My name is Jeffrey Gordon. I just 
turned forty years of age last week and I can
honestly say I have never felt happier in all my life. 
I once spent my younger years as a heterosexual fox
until Randy came into my life and stayed there forever. 
I feel that my tales may help anyone that has
been in a similar situation that had turned out to be 
my life thus far. This is my story.

     I've never been a popular fox in my younger days. 
I was always being turned down when I
asked girls to go out with me and I hardly had any 
friends around me. I did have a few hang-out places
I went to during my high school years, but even there, 
I felt I was invisible towards others. My father
passed away by the time I reached fourteen years of 
age and he ended up leaving everything he owned
to my mother and I. There were no other siblings that 
I shared my life with, so I lived a rather isolated
lifestyle.

     My life started to change a bit back when I was 
in my teen years. I met this lovely vixen named
Sandra. Her fur was colored the lightest shade of 
orange with white chest fur. Her white-tipped tail was
as fluffy as the clouds of angels. Her paws were also 
white and they were always gentle and soothing.
Her head fur was soft and flowing with silky, white 
fur which showed everyone that she took great care
in her daily grooming. I've often dreamed of running 
my own black-tipped paws through her fur and let
the strands fall through my fingers. I never had 
enough courage to ask Sandra for a date since she was
the talk of the entire school and I didn't have many 
friends to begin with. I did have Randy. He's been
my best friend in the entire world since we met in 
grade three. I've often talked about Sandra with
Randy ever since I started school and how I was always 
ignored by her every time she walked by me.
Of course, it would've helped if I didn't lock up 
with sheer nervousness whenever I tried to say
"Hello". Sandra practically made all the other 
females very jealous with the way she walked, talked,
dressed, looked, and even ate. Guys everywhere 
attempted to ask her for a date, but she turned them
all down after being around them...except for 
that one fateful day the both of us came together. I
noticed Sandra walking around the back of the 
school and when I got a closer look, I saw more clearly
that she was limping. I had to inquire what 
happened. I mustered my courage, placed my fox instincts
on hold, and decided to come to her aid. I
wasn't the least bit interested in asking her to 
go out with me or even being noticed by her as an 
attractive member of the opposite sex. I saw that 
she needed help
and I wasn't about to let my nervousness get the 
best of me.
"Are...are you alright?" I asked in a rather 
concerning tone.
"I'll be fine." she replied.
"What happened to you?"
"One word of advice, never try to become 
popular. Everyone will either mob you or they will get
jealous of you. Either way, you're screwed."
"Is that what happened to you?"
"Yes. I'm still trying to figure this out 
myself. One day I'm the queen of the school. The 
next day, I get shoved down the concrete steps."
"What? Who would do such a thing?"
"My so-called 'friends', that's who. I never 
want to be seen around here again." she said and 
started to cry. My arms were shaking like mad when I 
reached out for her, but I managed to calm myself down
and held her close to me.
"W...what are you doing?" she stuttered.
"Shhh, everything is okay. I'm here for you now."
"I don't even know you, how can I trust you?"
"You don't hear me complaining at all about 
your popularity, do you?"
"Well, no, but..."
"Alright then. Rest your head upon my shoulder. 
Cry all you need to. Let me be the friend you've never
had to you." I said as I lightly stroked her 
head fur. It felt so silky and smooth as my paw gently
brushed against the nicely-groomed fur atop 
her head. She didn't say one single word as she cried. The
bell rang to announce the end of the lunch 
period, but I didn't care. This was the only 
chance I would have ever gotten to be anywhere 
close to this vixen, and she needed someone now. 
I was not going to leave her alone just to attend 
a stupid class. After her tears shed, we spoke of 
what we had both gone through in our lives thus far 
and she didn't seem that much different from me after 
all. We both had the same attitudes, wishes, and 
dreams, so our first conversation together set 
her mind at ease and made my nervousness seem 
nonexistent. I noticed that the time was going 
by quickly and the bell was going to ring again soon.
"Listen, it's obvious that we missed the rest of 
our classes, so what's the point of staying around here?
Would you like me to walk you home?" I asked. She 
shook her head slowly and lightly sniffled. 
"There is nobody home at my house and I don't 
want to be alone. Will you stay with me?" she asked
as she turned her head, gazing deeply into my 
eyes. I gazed back and could notice a distinct sparkling
emanating from the loveliest shade of blue I 
have ever seen in a pair of fox eyes. My nerves 
started to rise and my heart felt as if it 
skipped a beat.
"I would love that." I said in a shaky voice. 
I took her with me to my house and introduced her to my
mother. Granted, she was worked up when she 
noticed I came home early from school, but I just told
her the truth and that we had an emergency and 
was sent off campus early with her to make sure she
would be alright. I just didn't tell her that 
Sandra was the one that sent me home early. 

     We made it upstairs to my room and I set 
my books down on my desk. Sandra looked around
my room as if she never saw an organized living 
quarter and then she raised her small, black nose and
sniffed the air around her.
"What is it, Sandra?" I asked, turning to face her.
"This is the neatest room I've ever been taken 
to. What is that smell anyway?" I shrugged and sniffed
the air but didn't smell anything out of the ordinary.
"I don't smell anything." Sandra smiled over at 
me and winked.
"Exactly." she said with a grin. "You wouldn't 
believe some of the slobs I've dated. Always smelling
like they came out of a sewer somewhere. They 
all seemed to want sex all the time anyway, but I'm
just not that type of vixen."
"That really bites. Sex is the least worry on 
my mind right now."
"What is on your mind right now, if I may ask." 
she said, stepping a little closer to me, holding 
that gaze in my eyes that made my heart leap. 
My mouth opened slightly ajar and I stammered 
my next reply.
"W...well, when I saw you crying, everything 
else in my life froze. My mind was set on making you
happy. I still want to make you happy and 
comfortable. I don't want to do anything that
you don't want to do."
"I....I need that so much." she replied and 
reached out her arms. I wrapped mine around 
her softly and held her close, giving her nose 
a gentle nuzzle.
"I can make you happy." I whispered. I never 
wanted to let her out of my grasp as I continued to hold
her close. As I leaned forward, I hesitated a 
bit. She met me halfway and our muzzles got dangerously
close. My heart leapt again which gave me enough 
energy to thrust my head the rest of the way, closing
the gap of space between our lips. We engaged in 
the deepest and most gentle kisses that I had ever
given. My heart was racing and was pounding against 
her breast as I held her in my arms. We held the
kiss for what seemed like hours. I never wanted 
it to end at all. She murred softly as we kissed and I
could tell right then and there that my life had 
started to take a turn for the better. I felt 
that my future with this vixen would be as bright 
as the blazing summer sun in the sky and I was 
willing to share it with Sandra until death I 
did part...or so I thought.

     We graduated from high school and ended up 
moving out together. The sex between us was
always gentle and immaculate. I was only twenty-one 
years old when we settled down, got married,
and was blessed with a beautiful baby boy. I loved 
him dearly, for he was the most lovely creation I
had ever seen. I saw every bit of Sandra and myself 
intertwined together within this child which is what
I loved about my son so much. He had the deepest 
blue eyes that resembled the eyes of my loving
vixen, while his black-tipped paws and tail 
reminded me of the way I used to look as a baby.
Everything about my son made my heart beat in a 
gentle, soothing pace with every gaze I cast upon
him. Everything from the tips of his ears to the 
pads of his paws were precious in my eyes. I named him
Brandon.

     Three years into our relationship, we started 
having quite a few bad times. She started taking to
drinking and her appearance at home became more and 
more scarce. When she was at home, we
fought most of the time, but we always made up 
later. She would always go out for a few hours and
then come home. As each year went by, her time away 
from home increased and so did our arguing.
Her drunken state gave her an entirely different 
attitude towards both myself and Brandon as well. She
started forgetting birthdays, anniversaries, and 
other days of importance. After eight years of being
together, she didn't even seem like the same Sandra 
I once fell in love with. She got to the point of
coming home whenever she felt like it and didn't 
care about my feelings. I spent a lot of time raising
Brandon as my own child and we developed a very tight 
relationship from father to son. I looked at the
clock and noticed it was getting very late. I started 
pacing back and forth.
"Where is she? She's never been gone this long before." 
I muttered. I was not worried anymore, I felt
more upset and angry. Sandra became very careless and 
I could never believe she would turn out this
way after all I have said and done for her. Brandon 
came downstairs and rubbed his eyes softly.
"Daddy, where's mommy at?" he asked.
"Brandon, you should be in bed."
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I can't sleep. Is mommy going to 
come home angry again?" My heart always went
out to Brandon every time he felt uneasy or hurt. He 
would come home with a scraped knee and it
wasn't long before I had him in my lap to doctor his 
wound.
"Come here, son." I said as I held my arm out to 
him. He ran into my embrace and we sat on the couch
just holding each other. I wiped Brandon's tears 
from his face as he continued crying and I gave him a
gentle kiss upon his forehead.
"It'll be okay, kid. Mommy will be home any 
minute...." my words were cut short as I noticed 
a pair of headlights approaching the driveway. 
I rose from the couch to peek through the curtained 
window and sure enough, Sandra came staggering out 
of one of her friends's car. I noticed the driver 
of the car was a male husky and he seemed to have 
a concerning look on his face when he let Sandra 
out of his car. "Damn." I whispered. My heart 
sank to an all-time low. How could she do such 
a thing? I was always
faithful to her, always gave her everything she 
needed. What in her right frame of mind would cause her
to do such a thing? As I watched Sandra step away 
from the car, I noticed that the husky didn't even
hug or kiss her so I felt a little more at ease, 
but she still came home drunk. I didn't even care 
if they did have an affair behind my back, the fact 
of the matter is that she's deteriorating inside and 
I felt I had to do something about it. I returned 
to the couch to pick Brandon up in my arms to take 
him upstairs when the doorknob slowly opened. 
She staggered in and gave a playful giggle until 
she saw that I was holding our son. My gaze upon 
her changed from worry to anger in an instant.
"Jeffrey, what is Brandon doing awake?" she yelled.
"Please, Sandra. Lower your voice."
"Don't tell me what to do! Brandon, get your no 
good tail up to bed NOW!" That did it. Nobody talks
like that to my son, not even my wife!
"Give him to me, Jeffrey! Give him to me right 
this instant!"
"No, Sandra. You're drunk. I'm taking him up to 
bed so that he won't have to look at you this way." I
said and scooped Brandon up in my arms about to 
carry him up the stairs. I got up to halfway when I
heard a swift-moving object pass by my ear. I 
didn't even wait around to see what it was, but I knew
what Sandra was doing. She's losing her mind 
thinking that she can throw something at me while I had
Brandon with me. This has got to stop and I 
intended on making it right. I heard a crash 
as I reached the top of the stairs that sounded 
like a stack of dishes hitting the bare kitchen 
floor. Brandon started screaming loudly and I 
only hugged him tighter.
"Shhh, it's okay, Brandon." I said as I tried to 
comfort my frightened son, but I was getting nowhere
fast. "Shhh, Brandon, quiet. It's okay. I'm here now. 
You're safe." I said as I stroked his head fur
gently. His screams of terror slowly turned to 
heavy sobs and he started to hyperventilate. I thought to
myself that Sandra can not keep doing this, but 
I needed to be here for Brandon.
"You'll be okay here, Brandon. Just stay in here. 
Don't move from this bed." I said as I rested his
quivering body in his bed and tucked him in. I heard 
another crash from downstairs which made
Brandon cry that much louder.
"Daddy...I...I'm scared." he shouted through his 
screaming. He quivered in my arms like a leaf in the
Autumn wind and his screams were like clasps of 
thunder in my ears, but I didn't care. Brandon can
blow my eardrums completely away if he wanted to 
but my son's safety came first.
"I know, son. Daddy will only be downstairs. Please 
stay here."
"Stay here with me, please?" he said, still sobbing 
heavily.
"I can't, son. I have to calm your mother down."
"Come back when you're done then."
"I will do that." I said as I held Brandon tightly 
in my arms. His tears fell in great quantities from 
his blue eyes and mingled with my own tears as I 
gave him a comforting nuzzle. I rose from the floor 
and tucked Brandon in his bed. He curled up tightly 
into a ball and quivered with fear as I walked 
towards his
bedroom door.
"Try to sleep now." I said as I turned his light off.
"No, leave it on, please?" Brandon pleaded. I 
flipped the light back on and he curled up under his
covers. I almost broke down crying into heavy sobs 
just seeing the sight of my only son too scared to
go to sleep. I silently made my way downstairs to 
where my wife was standing and tapping her paw on
the floor. She ended up breaking three sets of my 
good china.
"Sandra, what is wrong with you? Why are you acting 
this way?"
"You know Brandon has to be awake for school the 
next day! You are so careless!"
"Me?" I yelled. "Look at you! For heaven's sake, 
LOOK! You go out getting drunk all the time. You
are hardly home and I end up having to cook for 
our son!"
"Well, I am sorry, but you just don't seem to 
understand that I need to be away from here too,
Jeffrey!"
"Away from here? Why?"
"Maybe you can deal with Brandon crying all the 
time and yelling his lungs out, but I can't."
"He only does that when he sees you like this and 
he thinks he's in danger. He's scared of you,
Sandra!"
"I'm his mother, why does he need to be scared of me?"
"THINK ABOUT IT! He's only eight years old! How 
would you feel if you were eight and saw your
own mother becoming a grotesque monster?"
"You think I'm a monster now?"
"No, but Brandon does."
"Did he say that about me? I'm going up there now to..."
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" I yelled and grabbed Sandra's 
arm, holding her from moving another step. 
"Let me go, Jeffrey!" she yelled. I held her arm 
a little tighter.
"I can't let you touch one single bit of fur on 
him. We're going to work this out."
"I'm his mother, Jeffrey! You must let me go."
"You're not going up there in your present 
condition. You're too drunk and angry. Who knows what
you will do to him? You need to stop this going 
out all the time. You can get help you know! I've tried
to help you but you always went off and left 
the house. You never give me a chance anymore. You
know I love you. I will do anything to keep 
you happy. Please, Sandra. Don't do this." I beckoned
onto her. She dropped to her knees, coming 
close to cutting her knee on a broken piece of 
china, but I picked her up and held her tightly 
in my arms. She sobbed heavily as I held her 
close and I felt that there just may be a bit 
of help for her after all.
"What am I doing, Jeffrey?"
"You're looking for answers that aren't there. 
You're looking for solutions in a bottle instead of your
heart. You can't keep doing this. Come on, let's 
get some sleep, okay? I'll clean this up. You need
your rest." I said and kissed Sandra gently. Her 
lips tasted salty of tears that fell from her furry cheek
and I wiped it clean with my paw. I placed Sandra 
on our bed and she fell instantly to sleep. I looked
down at her as she slept and decided to pay a visit 
to Brandon's room before cleaning up the mess in
the kitchen and then turning in myself. I cracked 
Brandon's door open slightly, just enough for me to
peek inside. Brandon's back was turned towards me 
and his entire body was curled up tightly under
the covers, save for his bushy tail which stuck out 
of the sheets. I noticed its quivering and I knew he
still needed to be comforted.
"Brandon? Are you alright?" I asked as I entered 
slowly, speaking in the calmest tone possible.
"D...daddy?" he stuttered and turned slowly to 
face me. I noticed his tear-stained eyes and his fur was
matted to his cheeks. I placed my hand on Brandon's 
forehead softly and whispered.
"It's okay, Brandon. Mommy will be just fine. I do 
need to be with her to make sure she will stay that
way."
"B...but you promised...."
"I said I would come back, son. I never promised 
I would stay with you the entire night. I need to be
with her to make sure she will be alright. Sometimes 
you need to decide which is the right thing to do. I
will be right across the hallway. If you need 
anything, I will be right there, okay?" Brandon nodded as
he sniffled and I smiled and rubbed his furry head.
"You're a good boy, Brandon. I couldn't be prouder 
of you than I am now. Just keep being strong,
okay?" I said and rose from his bed. I touched my
paw pad to the light switch and glanced over my
shoulder.
"You want this on?" I asked. Brandon shook his 
head and laid his head on his pillow. I flicked 
the light off and closed the door softly. I 
turned to head into the direction of the room 
where Sandra was sleeping and held her close 
to me through the night.

     As I thought I started to make progress, I 
got the impression that it was all just an act. She
actually enjoyed going out and drinking every night 
and used an excuse like needing to be away from
home to allow her to keep going out, but as 
gullible as I was, I believed her every time. 
She didn't care what she said to me or Brandon 
and she didn't care about whether or not we had 
a decent meal. I cooked a lot for Brandon and 
myself and each time Sandra came home, I felt 
obligated to try and snap her out of it. I 
tried everything and I feel that the more I 
tried, the more she slipped further from my
grasp. I needed advice.

     I made a determination to get in touch with 
my best friend Randy. He's a very wise and
generous tiger that always made some time to 
keep me company when I needed someone to talk to. I
never once saw him with a girlfriend and he 
ended up moving out of his parents' house right after
graduation. He seemed to have been doing quite 
well as a single tiger and got by with the many friends
he had. I often came to him for advice and he 
was always there for his friends, which was a very rare
trait about him. While Brandon was at school, 
I decided to take the day off from my job to 
visit Randy. 
"Jeffrey! I haven't seen you in awhile. How 
have you been?"
"Well, that's what I need to talk to you about." 
I sighed in a low tone and sat down at the edge of his
couch.
"Aww, what's wrong?"
"I need your advice. Do you have time?"
"Of course I do, how long have you known me?" I nodded 
in agreement and sat down. He came from
the kitchen bearing a can of soda. I gladly accepted it.
"What's on your mind?" he asked as he sat in 
front of me. I placed my paw upon my forehead and
lightly massaged my head.
"It's Sandra. She's getting worse. I've tried 
everything and now I've run out of ideas."
"Then you came to the right place." he replied.
"She's drinking hard and she's getting very 
careless about her home life. Brandon is 
frightened of her and I feel I'm losing a battle 
I just can't win."
"Oh wow. Well, I'm sorry to hear that you are in 
such a predicament. Tell me something, how does it
make you feel inside when she does these things?"
"Hurt, disgusted, angry, concerned, worried..."
"Okay, that's fine. Do you love her?"
"Yes, I do." I said as I lowered my head. "...But 
I don't know if she loves me anymore. With the way
she goes on with her life all the time, it's like 
I don't even exist in her world."
"So you're saying that she needs her space a lot, 
and you love her enough to keep her happy and do
what is best."
"Yes, that's right."
"Leave her."
"What? I don't know if I can do that. Who knows 
what could happen to her if I did that." I said, raising
my head quickly.
"Let me put it to you this way. She obviously feels 
the need to get away from the house, so there must
be something there that makes her feel trapped. 
She finds an escape when she goes out to parties and
bars, so it's obvious that she's always around 
other species."
"Yes, technically speaking..."
"So do what you feel is right...let her go. You're 
only going to be holding her down from her happiness
and it's obvious that she's just not happy at home."
"Randy, I can't believe you're telling me this. 
I've been married to her for eight years!"
"I'm saying this because it's the right thing to 
do. Wherever she goes, you can't be her shadow all the
time. You can't hold her down from wanting to 
escape from the house. She will find a way to leave the
house no matter how hard you try. Face it, Jeffrey. 
She's crumbling in your paws. Are you going to sit
there and watch her wither away into nothing?"
"I've tried to help her..."
"Answer the question! Are you going to watch it happen?"
"N....no, I guess not."
"Then let her go. She's not worth the troubles 
and hardships you're going through. It's hurting 
you a lot more than it's hurting her and I can't 
stand to see you hurt."
"Alright. I'll do just that. Thank you, Randy. 
In your own special way, you've helped me out again. I
owe you one, buddy." I said and extended my 
paw. Randy gladly returned the gesture.
"Actually, you owe me several." he said with 
a chuckle. I rose from the chair and headed 
for the door.
On the way home, my head filled with many questions.
"How am I going to tell her the news? How will 
she take it? What will happen to Brandon? Will she be
safe wherever she goes?" My mind continued 
asking questions that can only be answered in time. I
know that my time is short and there is a lot 
I have to do.

End part 1