The Life and Times of Jeffrey Gordon - Part 5
written by SonicBlu

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SonicBlu. Illegal copying and/or distribution of 
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     Needless to say, I never had enough energy 
worked up to give Sandra a piece of my mind
over the phone, but once I saw her fuzzy face 
appear at my doorway for her next visit, it only
made me even more angrier. I called for Brandon 
and he came racing down the stairs with his
overnight bag, packed and ready for another 
weekend with his mother. I watched as Sandra and
Brandon pulled away from the front of the house 
before closing the door. I looked around my
house to look for something to do, since I have 
already done all the cleaning that needed to be
done. I took a whiff of my fur and figured a 
shower was in order. 

     I crept slowly up the stairs and went straight 
to my bedroom. I took my time removing my
clothes and tossed each article upon the bed. 
Before turning towards the bathroom, I took a look
at myself in the mirror, and began to let my 
mind wander. I couldn't shake the envision of Randy
standing so close behind me, but at that time, 
the more I thought about it, the more excited I
became. I tried to keep telling myself that I 
was still straight, and that I shouldn't be having these
feelings for another male, but it stirred an 
arousal when I placed my paw softly around my sheath.
Instantly, the pink flesh of my foxhood began 
to grow hard and throbbed with pleasure.
"M...must be the lack of good sex lately." I 
told myself, trying to think of an alternative to my
excitement. I lay my body down upon the bed, 
spread my legs open a little wider, and allowed
my tail to lie flat so that I got a look at my 
tailhole in the reflection of the mirror. I don't know
what came over me that day, but I started stroking 
myself as if it was the most natural instinct I
had. Unknowingly, my free paw began to wander 
down between my legs and I softly rubbed my
hole. I never even touched that area before, 
but something in my mind decided to make it a first. I
began stroking my cock even faster, which 
caused my breathing to become deeper and quicker.
My heart began to pound swiftly inside my 
chest as I increased the tension by tightening the grip
around my cock. I began to feel my fox knot 
begin to swell, and as I stroked myself off, I let a
finger inch its way into my hole. I had to 
close my eyes tightly as I penetrated myself, for the
feeling was a bit painful, yet pleasurable at 
the same time. Before I knew it, I felt my body began
to tingle with pleasure. As I inched my finger 
deeper into my hole, I couldn't hold back the urge
to ejaculate all over my furry chest. I let 
out a cry of pleasure as wave after wave of my fox seed
shot all over me. I slowed my stroking speeds 
down to a standstill and slowly removed my finger
from my hole. 
"Wow." was the only word that could leave my 
muzzle. I had been worked up so much over the
legalities that were wreaking its havoc on my 
troubled mind, that I never even spent any time to
pleasure myself. I basked away in the afterglow 
of my climax for a moment and waited for my
foxhood to grow soft. Before getting up, I 
dabbled my paw in the moist spots where my seed
landed and brought it up to my nose. 
"Smells really musky." I thought. Curiosity 
got the best of me when I extended my tongue and
touched my semen-stained paw pad to my tongue-tip.
"Blah! That tastes awful!" I said and rose from the bed. 

     I spent a little extra time in the shower to 
wash my fur clean of my semen, which has
already caused my fur to become sticky and matted. 
Once I was fully clean, I turned off the water
and stepped out of the shower.
"It was an interesting feeling, though." I said to 
myself as I brushed the fluffy towel across my
tailhole. I closed my eyes again and began to 
passionately rub my tailhole.
"Mmmmm, this feels so invigorating." I said aloud.

     I donned my robe and decided to stay inside 
for the day. I cued up a movie on the
television in my den, and as I was flipping the 
channel during the slower parts, my eyes froze on
the Furrotic Network. I never paid much attention 
to Furrotic network, not even after I ordered it.
I slowly began to discover that my life was too 
stressful, that not even sex reared its head near
me. 
"All this time, and I never even considered it. 
That is definitely not like a fox." I thought. I
decided to watch the remainder of the show on 
Furrotic, which involved two female wolves
showing a male wolf how to have a good time. 
The next scene showed two male rabbits sitting
on a couch talking about their girlfriends. 
After about five minutes of talking, one rabbit decided
to make a move on the other, and before too 
long, both of them were completely naked, lying on
the floor, and giving each other oral treatment. 
I waited around for awhile to see if any female
rabbits were going to be shown, but after their 
interlude was over, the show cut to the next scene.
I figured that I had seen enough sex for one day, 
so I shut the television off and cast the remote
aside. I thought about what I was going to be 
telling Sandra when she came back the next day,
but I decided to let go. Instead, I thought 
about the two days of silence from my custody case, and
decided that enough time of mourning had passed. 
I quickly dialed Mr. Grueber's number and
waited for the secretary to pick up on the other 
end.
"Mark Grueber's office, Carla speaking."
"Hello, I would like to speak with Mr. Grueber, 
please."
"One moment, please." There was a few minutes of 
silence before his voice echoed through the
phone.
"This is Mark Grueber, what can I do for you?"
"Mr. Grueber, this is Jeffrey Gordon. I was 
wondering if you would like to talk now."
"Sure. What is this in regards to?"
"My case. I wanted to see if you knew where 
I stand in this situation."
"Is there a problem?"
"Oh, no. No problems yet."
"Not to be rude, but I know exactly what the 
situation is, and until I need anything more, I will
call you. Otherwise, don't make things any 
worse." he said with a disappointed tone of voice. I
lowered the phone onto the cradle and sighed 
heavily.

     Sunday came around, and I decided to get 
dressed up today. Forgetting all about the
pleasures I gave myself the previous day, I 
headed straight for Randy's house. I knew my tiger
friend was always in the mood for decent 
company, so I headed straight for his front door and
knocked softly. The sound of footsteps 
approached, and the door swung open wide.
"Hey, Jeffrey. What are you doing here?" 
Randy asked as he rubbed his eyes.
"Just thought you might want some company. 
Is it okay?" Randy let out a gentle chuckle and
opened the screen door to allow me entry 
into his abode.
"So, what's on your mind today?" Randy asked 
as he took a seat at the couch. I proceeded to sit
at the opposite end and faced him with my reply.
"What makes you think something's on my mind?"
"Well, usually when I see you, it's an attempt 
to solve a problem."
"I'm sorry about that, Randy. It's just that 
you're the only one I can trust with my problems."
"Hey, you don't have to apologize. It's not 
your fault you're constantly being thrown into these
messes."
"Puh, the only mess I have now is finding a 
better lawyer. Frank Garrett passed away and left the
entire firm to his partner. I bet he's never 
won a case before in his life."
"That bad?"
"Worse than I can imagine."
"I think I can help you find someone. The firm 
I go through is very understanding and will work
with you."
"Really? You...you'd do that for me?" I said 
as my eyes suddenly lit up with happiness.
"Geez, Jeffrey, you sound as if you never had 
a favor in your life."
"Hey, if I can find a better lawyer than the 
one I've got now, things will be better." Randy just sat
and smiled in my eyes, and I began to feel my 
adrenaline tingle within my veins, giving me that
same feeling I had the previous day.
"Randy, I've also come to talk to you about 
something serious."
"Oh? What is it?"
"Well, let's just say I know someone who is 
very unsure about herself in a sexual way. She told
me about it, and as much as I wished I could 
help, it just wasn't up my alley. I was thinking
perhaps I could ask you and I could relay it 
back to her."
"Go on." Randy said, his attention kept 
undividedly on me.
"Well, she says she met another girl at a club, 
and she had just left a relationship with her
boyfriend. She's thinking about changing her 
sexuality, but is not sure."
"Oh, I see. Well, the best advice I could ever 
give is to do whatever feels right and makes her
happy."
"I see. Something like that would be the right 
advice for either gender, then?"
"Of course it would. Nobody ever said happiness 
had to cater just to females." Randy said with a
chuckle. I wanted so much to tell him that it 
was me that was getting these feelings, but each time
I tried to open my muzzle, the words wouldn't 
come out. I don't know if it was my good fortune
that Randy happened to be a guidance counselor 
and could easily read my true expressions.
"Is there something you're trying to say? I 
can read it off your face like a book." I couldn't bring
myself to tell Randy of the moment I had with 
myself the previous day, but I had to either stop
trying, or just come right out and say it.
"Randy, I...I...um..." I stammered. I knew I
had to say something and that there was no backing
out of this predicament.
"What? What is it? Come on, Jeffrey, you can 
trust me."
"Oh, I do. I trust you, it's just that..."
"Just that what, Jeffrey?"
"Randy, I lied. I lied to you. I didn't need 
to find out for a friend. It's me."
"You? You mean, you're thinking of converting?" 
I gave a tiny nod with my head, and that was
all the confirmation Randy needed. 
"Jeffrey, I'm surprised."
"You're not angry, are you?"
"Angry, for what?" Randy said as a chuckle 
left his throat.
"Angry that I lied to you."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous. I'm not angry. I'm 
proud. Not many people find the strength enough to
come forward about this kind of thing."
"I know that being gay makes you happy, but 
is it right for me to be thinking about stuff like
that? I know I'm heterosexual, but is it 
normal for me to develop feelings like that out of the
blue?"
"Yes, Jeffrey. It's just a part of life. 
You see, it's only wrong when your heart tells you so. If your
heart wants to discover new things, what's 
wrong with that? Just as long as you don't hurt
anyone else, of course."
"I know that, but is it normal?"
"To tell you the truth, many heterosexual 
males, like yourself, often get a few homosexual
fantasies here and there. It's nothing to 
worry about." Randy said as he placed his paw upon my
shoulder. As soon as his paw touched me, 
I leapt out of my seat, which caused Randy to
immediately back down.
"Jeffrey, you're a very tense fox, have I 
ever told you that?"
"I don't think I need any confirmation, 
thank you."
"Look, I can understand that you're nervous 
and all, and if you want to further explore your
sexuality, that's something you're going to 
have to do at your own pace. You can't force yourself
to succumb to something you're not sure of 
so soon."
"I know."
"Would you feel better if you relaxed awhile 
and talk?" I nodded my head slowly and Randy
resumed his position on the opposite side of 
the couch. I breathed deeply through my lungs to try
and shake the nervousness away from my system.
"Perhaps if you told me how you felt in the 
beginning, it would help me feel a lot better." I said,
hoping that I could at least become comfortable 
hearing about someone else's sexuality.
"As far back as I can remember, I've always 
known it. I just never was attracted to the opposite
sex."
"Even back when we first met?"
"Yeah, even when we first met. Do you remember 
what our first sleep-over was like?" Randy
asked as a wide grin appeared on his muzzle.
"Kinda. I do remember that we've always been 
close from the start."
"Well, that's not quite what I had in mind. 
Do you remember what happened that night?"
"Not really."
"I remember as if it just happened. You were 
in the bathroom, getting out of the shower, and you
had just finished drying off. As you put the 
towel back on the rack for it to dry, I kinda walked in
on you."
"Oh yeah. I remember that. You had me so 
embarrassed that night."
"I guess I lied to you too, Jeffrey. I told 
you it was an accident, but I knew you were in there, and
I also knew that the lock on the door was broken."
"You mean to say that you wanted to see me naked?"
"Let's just say I wanted more than to see you naked."
"But we were only nine years old. How could 
you think of wanting more?"
"Okay, we were young, I admit that, but you 
can't honestly sit there and tell me that you never
felt anything either." I thought for awhile 
and tried to recall exactly how I did truly feel back
then. In my early teen years, Randy dropped 
the hint that he wanted to paw me off, but that one
time was all it took for me to instantly tell 
him "no."
"When it happened, I felt embarrassed. After 
everything settled down, I guess I pretty much put it
out of my mind." I said. I was completely honest 
with my answer, since I had forgotten all about
that incident until Randy spoke of it years later.
"Do you know why I kept myself single all these 
years?" Randy asked as he scooted himself a bit
closer. 
"You told me. You were waiting for the right guy 
to come along."
"I was." Randy smiled and gazed softly into my 
eyes. Once I read his body language, my heart
suddenly leapt.
"Me?" I asked. Randy nodded swiftly and a wide 
grin appeared on his face.
"You were waiting for me? How long were you 
planning on waiting?"
"An eternity, if I had to."
"But I gave you every indication that I wasn't 
that type of fox. Even when we were fourteen years
old and very aware of our libidinous feelings."
"I know. I know I've often tried to make 
advances towards you, and I was afraid I would never
gain you the way I wanted to. Jeffrey, it's 
taken me twenty years to tell you this, but now that
we're both mature, grown adults, and now that 
you're starting to feel the need for a change, I feel
it's a lot easier for me to make my move now. 
Before any more time progresses, I must ask you
this."
"Randy, wait a minute. Hold on." I said as I 
placed my paw up, not wanting to cut him off, but
also making sure he doesn't ask me what I was 
afraid of hearing.
"I have to sit this thing through first, before 
I say anything positive. Please, Randy. I've spent my
entire life as a heterosexual fox, nor did I 
ever want to share any sexual moment with another
male, best friend or not. I just need a little 
time to think, okay?"
"I understand, Jeffrey. It's not an easy thing 
for a guy like you to consider, but that wasn't what I
was going to ask you. Well, in a way, it was, 
but not in the ways you think."
"How do you mean?"
"I....well, you know by now that I really care 
a lot about you, and I know that you're considering
a change, but what I want to ask of you is for 
you not to rush yourself too much. I want you to be
completely happy. You still seem quite jumpy 
about it, and I would never even think of asking
you anything serious at this point. All I ask 
of you is that you think about it for awhile. Take all
the time you need. Once you do become more 
comfortable about it, admit to yourself of your
feelings, then come see me. I will be more 
than happy to fill that void that's been neglected for so
long." Randy said as he held his gaze deep 
within my eyes, and I could have sworn I saw them
sparkle as the distant, overhead light cast 
a tiny reflection within his pupils. Randy began to lean
forward, and I fought off all my resistence 
to back away, for I knew that if I was to succumb to a
gay lifestyle someday, I would have to face 
the early signs like a soldier in the face of war. As
Randy's paw lightly touched mine, I felt 
within my heart a feeling of peace and tranquility. He
didn't need to say one more word, for I saw 
his emotions through his eyes that longed to scream
the words "I love you." I wished I had the 
strength enough to reply back, but I thought to myself
that if it was meant to be, there will be 
plenty of time to give my reply.
"I will wait for you, Jeffrey." Randy whispered, 
his muzzle just within inches of mine. I expected
him to close the gap between our lips in a kiss, 
but instead, he took me gently into a soft embrace
and rested his head upon my shoulder. I couldn't 
help but to follow along and hold him close.
We stayed in the embrace for what seemed like 
hours, but turned out to be a few minutes. Our
soft breathing was the only sound that could 
be heard. Randy's gentle voice broke the silence as
we pulled away, and his eyes stared deeply 
into mine.
"When you are ready, I will wait for you." 
he said as he slowly rose from the sofa. I followed
suit, but kept my gaze on him the entire time. 
"I should go now. Thanks for everything, Randy." 
I said, only this time, I was first to give him a
hug. Randy smiled and held me tightly in 
his arms and gave my head a gentle nuzzle with his
own. Before anything went further, I turned 
around and headed straight for the door.
"Jeffrey, wait." he said and grabbed my arm. 
He reached into his wallet and handed me a
business card of his lawyer and lightly rubbed 
my paw as I took the card from him. I smiled
softly and then continued along my way. I 
checked my watch and noticed the time was still early
in the afternoon, so I decided to head straight 
to the office of Randy's lawyer, Ronald H.
Swanson. 

     After a ten minute wait, a middle-aged possum 
strolled over to where I was sitting. She
was a little rotund, but she had the most gentle 
smile.
"Mr. Gordon, he's ready. You may go right in." 
she said with a gentle voice.
"Thank you." I said and slowly rose to my feet. 
As I looked around the office, I could already tell
the type of lawyer Mr. Swanson was going to be 
like. Only an understanding sort of lawyer
would have his office painted with a soft-peach 
hue, much unlike the typical white walls I was
always used to seeing. Anytime I saw a lack of 
color in a dwelling, things always seemed either
dismal or emotionless. I found myself walking 
into a rather good-sized office, where a gentle-
looking ocelot sitting behind a large desk. 
I hadn't really been able to take in all of the nice decor
before the ocelot stood and approached me. 
I stopped eyeing his spacious office to introduce
myself.
"Mr. Swanson. I'm Jeffrey Gordon. Randy Cortlund 
recommended me to you." I said as I
extended my paw. 
"Please, call me Ron. My father's name is Mr. 
Swanson." he said, emitting a loud chuckle, which
I couldn't help but to develop a smile of my 
own. We shook paws firmly, and with a swish of his
spotted tail, he turned and walked across the 
large office to sit behind his desk. He motioned for
me to take a seat directly in front of him, 
and I wasted no time in complying. 
"That will be all, Theresa. Thank you so much." 
Ron said and waved his paw to the possum. She
smiled a soft grin and closed the door behind 
her.
"So, Jeffrey, before we begin, I must ask if 
you have ample time to spend here. Some of my
sessions can go for up to three hours minimum."
"I have all day. It's a Sunday, after all." I 
said with a soft smile.
"Very well. First of all, Randy called me 
before you came over here. There are some things I
would like to talk to you about, but that can 
wait much later. Right now, let's get started on this
case."
"Oh, Mr. Swanson...I mean, Ron, I don't have 
my paperwork yet from my previous lawyer."
"Just let me handle that department, Jeffrey. 
I have my ways to bring proper light to the blindness
of justice. Randy's told me that you've been 
battling with a custody battle for your son against
your ex-wife, is that correct?" I nodded my 
head swiftly and shifted in my seat to allow my tail
more comfort.
"Ah, sorry about the seats in this office, 
they don't really allow nice, bushy tails like yours much
comfort." I nodded and noticed the chair was
just the right size for smaller tails to fit through, but
not for one of a fox's bushy structure. I 
turned the chair sideways and draped my arm around the
back rest. With that, Ron continued.
"I would be more than happy to take your 
case, and I will do what I can in my power and honesty
to help you all I can. You have my word on 
that. See this wall?" he said as he pointed his paw
behind him at the array of photographs on 
the wall. I nodded silently as I panned my eyes along
the row of many different feline faces. My 
eyes froze on the familiar smile that belonged to the
face of Randy Cortlund, and as I saw the 
soft face of the tiger smiling in the framed photograph,
my nerves were suddenly put to rest.
"These are not just my clients, they're my 
friends." he said with a tinge of conviction in his
voice.
"Nice reputation to upkeep, that's for sure." 
I said as my eyes fell back onto the face of my new
lawyer.
"Now, where did you leave off with you 
previous lawyer. What were you and he talking about?"
"Well, my previous lawyer, Frank Garrett, 
recently passed away. I started to talk to his partner,
but there's something I don't like about him."
"I understand, and I'm not at all interested 
in this other lawyer. Can you remember the last thing
you talked to him about?"
"Well, what I wanted to talk to him about was 
the suspicions I started sensing about my ex-wife
trying to secretly take my son, Brandon away 
from me."
"I see. That is a rather difficult thing to 
be able to provide convicting evidence for. Perhaps if you
started at the beginning to give me a better 
insight on your predicament, it just may make this
whole thing a little easier on the both of us." 
he said as he lightly scratched behind his pointed,
fuzzy ears. He glared at me with amber-colored 
eyes, flashed a soft smile, and I emitted a soft
sigh. 

     For the next hour, I spent an uninterrupted 
session telling Ron about how I met Sandra,
how it was in the beginning, how she started to 
turn to drinking, and how she constantly made
herself scarce in our happy home. I told him of 
the feelings of fear Brandon developed towards
his mother, how my letting her go was the 
beginning of the situation, and how she constantly told
me, both directly and subliminally, how she 
was going to try taking Brandon away from me.
During the entire hour, he scrawled down 
some quick notes as I was stating my side of the story.
As I finished, he placed his pen down onto 
his desktop and glanced up at me with his large,
amber eyes.
"That's quite a story, Jeffrey. I might not 
be able to do much, however, without hearing her side
of the story as well." I nodded, reassuringly 
that he was bound to say it sooner or later.
"I know all too well how it works. You hear 
my side, then her side, then compare our synopses
together to find a steady medium in order 
to make the best decisions.
"You have been around awhile, haven't ya? 
You can rest assured, that is standard procedure,
however, I go a little further than that. 
By keeping my clientele as my friends, I'm able to see
how they act in a social manner, the types 
of attitudes they display, and the feelings they show,
and then apply that towards what I get from 
hearing your cases, and then I am able to determine
just who really is in the right. By doing so, 
I will be able to provide the best legal advices
possible."
"Amazing. I never thought lawyers like you 
existed." Suddenly, his watch started beeping, which
broke us from our conversation.
"Oh, looks like it's quitting time. Listen, 
Jeffrey, I know it's late, but I would really like to talk to
you on other subjects as well. Would you 
have dinner with me tonight?" I shot an instant
surprised look into his eyes and reached 
into my pocket for my wallet. I counted out my allotted
funds and erfed softly, seeing only a 
small remainder of my paycheck residing in the small,
canvas wallet I carried around with me 
everywhere.
"Oh, no you don't. Put that away, it'll 
be my treat." Ron said as if he knew exactly what I was
getting at.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure that I won't go into bankruptcy to 
take a new friend and client out for a bite to eat? Haha,
yeah, I'm positive. Your money is no good 
tonight. Tell you what. Leave your number with
Theresa, and I'll call you tonight. Thanks
for stopping by, Jeffrey." Ron said as he reached his
arm out to me. I smiled the widest grin I 
have ever seen worn in my entire life as I shook his paw
firmly. After leaving my number with Ron's
secretary, I headed back to my home, drumming my
paws atop the steering wheel to the music 
on the radio the entire way home. I never felt so free
before, and deep down inside, I could tell 
that things were starting to really look up for me. Once
I arrived home, I stopped the car in my 
driveway, walked merrily to the door, and as I slipped the
key into the doorknob of my front door, 
I was struck with a sudden feeling of fear. 
"Oh, my. What about Brandon?" I whispered. 
If I had started developing homosexual feelings for
another male, this was definitely not going 
to be easy to explain to him, even after I made him
certain I was a straight fox.

     I walked across the floor of my living 
room and straight into my den, where I flopped
myself down onto the couch, trying to relax 
my emotions, which have all but suddenly run on
high.
"I know. I'll call Randy and thank him for 
referring me to his lawyer. That'll at least be one less
worry on my mind." I reached for the phone 
and dialed Randy's number carefully. With shaking
paws, I found it quite difficult to 
coordinate them with the number pad of the phone, but once I
heard Randy's gentle voice on the other 
end of the line, my heart was suddenly 
put to rest.
"Randy, it's Jeffrey." I said, almost in 
a harmonious tone of voice.
"Oh, Jeffrey, great to hear from you. 
Sounds as if you're in a good mood. How did it go with Ron
Swanson?"
"Perfect. I don't know where you found 
him, but he is much better than a lawyer. Hell, I don't
even see him as a lawyer at all."
"Didn't I tell you things would turn up 
for the better?" Randy said in a slightly sarcastic, yet
jokingly tone of voice.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, so I owe you another one."
"Oh, Jeffrey, come on. You don't owe me a 
thing and you know it."
"I know. Listen, I have another issue I 
wanted to talk to you about. Ron invited me for a bite to
eat tonight, and I was wondering if...well, 
if..." I stuttered, not sure whether or not 
this was such a good idea after all.
"What, you want my permission to go out with
him? Ron always has at least one dinner with his
clients. Trust me, it's a better way to get 
to know him on a personal level."
"Oh, no. That's not what I was concerned with. 
I was wondering if, perhaps, you would like to
join us. I don't know if I should be the one 
to invite you along, since Ron was the one that invited
me, but..."
"You don't have to even question it. I got 
the call from Ron just a few minutes ago and he also
thought it would be a nice idea to have me 
join you tonight. Now, don't tell me that was the issue
you needed to talk to me about."
"You're right, it's not. Something more 
serious. I can't really explain what it is here on the
phone, since Brandon is due home any time 
now. I'll tell you about it over dinner tonight." Just
as I had mentioned Brandon's arrival back 
to the house, my fuzzy fox ears picked up the sound of
Sandra's car door slamming out front, 
followed by an identical slam. I hung up the phone just as
the front door opened. Brandon raced 
happily inside and immediately headed upstairs to unpack.
I looked up at the breeze that blew 
past me, but my eyes had yet to catch up to me. I was still
standing in wonderment when Sandra 
broke me of my concentration.
"I can honestly say this one thing, 
Jeffrey, Brandon and I are really starting to come together."
she said with a smile. I silently 
nodded and gazed back into Sandra's eyes; the very eyes I used to
gaze into to find beauty and eternal 
love now turned out to be the face of war staring back at me.
The battle would be far from over, but 
my happiness has just begun.
"Sandra, can I ask you a question?" I 
said as I ushered Sandra's slender form into my den. I
waited until I saw her fluffy tail slink 
along behind her and closed the door tightly.
"Sandra, has Brandon been talking to 
you about Randy Cortlund?"
"Not really, but he has told me about you."
"What exactly did he say, and please do 
not hide anything."
"Me? I'm hiding things? Seems like I should 
be asking what you've got in your closet, Jeffrey."
"What is it you want to know?"
"Well, Brandon told me that you talked to 
him about homosexuality. Not quite the proper morals
to be teaching our son, isn't it?"
"And because of that, you think I'm gay?"
"Well, the thought had crossed my mind, but 
still, I don't like you talking about homosexuality
around Brandon. So what did you tell him? How 
to stuff it up someone's tail hole?"
"That's not funny, Sandra. You know damn well 
I'm not like that."
"So talk."
"Alright, you want the truth? I'll tell you 
the truth. I didn't like that language Brandon was using,
calling gay beings 'faggots'. If I let him 
go on thinking that, he'll sooner adapt to that frame of
mind. It's called 'gaybashing' in case you 
haven't seen it for yourself."
"So, by standing up for the gay beings, you 
feel comfortable being around them?"
"Yes, I am."
"And you would be comfortable about maybe 
becoming one?" I stood in silence for a moment,
wondering exactly how to answer such a 
question. I didn't want to lie to her, but I also didn't
want to come forward with facts about my 
private life that she could use against me. I flashed an
involuntary look of uncertainty as Sandra 
began stomping her foot paw upon the floor of my den.
"You would be, wouldn't you? I can see 
the answer in your eyes already."
"Alright, so what does that have to do 
with anything? Whether I am or not, it's still none of your
business."
"But our son will only be traumatized by 
it for the rest of his life if he ever did find out
something he didn't want to ever hear."
"Oh, and I suppose your drinking won't?" 
Sandra turned and stomped towards the door of my
den and flung it wide open. As she froze, 
she turned her head to meet my gaze one last time that
night.
"For your information, I've improved greatly 
in that department. I'm only reduced down to
having an occasional drink during the week. 
Let's see you try to use alcohol against me in the
courts this time, because it's not even going 
to work. Do you want this open or closed?" she
asked as her paw gripped the door tightly. 
Before I could even answer, her body had already
disappeared from my sight, and the door to 
the den returned to its closed position. I stood in the
den and heaved a heavy sigh through my nose, 
giving my whiskers something to twitch about. I
realized that I wasn't quite out of the 
danger zone just yet. I'm hoping perhaps things would go
smoothly during my dinner with my new lawyer
and the best friend anyone could ever have. If
there's one thing to latch onto to keep a 
smile on my muzzle, it's definitely Randy's concerns and
Ron's help. My life seemed like that of a 
see-saw, but I was stuck right in the middle, not sure
whether or not my life would go up or down. 
Sometimes, the greater things in life seemed too far
from my grasping paws, no matter how much 
I fidgeted, and I had the calluses on my paw pads
to prove it. I held my tail gently in my 
paws and softly stroked the gentle fur as I thought about
the next stage of my life. Would I like 
the outcome that may come from it, or would I sooner find
more destruction through the mask of happiness 
I saw before me?

End Part 5