She settled down and stared up at me wide-eyed with a mixture of fear, helplessness, and defiance.I shifted back into humanoid form, and pulled my fox...in to her feet.“Don’t move.” I said, and slowly walked around her. For the first time, I had a chance to really examine one of the non-human, yet still humanoid races.She was an anthropomorphic fox, not a woman with animal ears and a tail stuck to her.Reddish-orange and white fur covered her, just like a classic red fox. She had large fox-like. . to survive the horrible day-to-day -- yes, I do know, l--" he stopped, just short of saying what he had dreamed, afraid, of saying. He felt her cheek pressed against his chest, and wondered if she could hear his heart pounding as loud as it seemed to pound to him each time he looked at her. "I do know," he said, softly. "You have to wall out the hopes that things could ever be better. Because if you didn't, the longing could tear you apart."She nodded against his chest. "Oh, Scott," was all. ‘You want to sit here and talk a while?’ ‘Fine.’ ÔI don’t want to start something you might find offensive.’ ‘Oh, I’ll let you know and no harm done.’ Pauline leaned back into the corner formed by the car door and her seat. ‘What do you have in mind?’ ‘Like I said, I’m horny. I think you are too.’ ‘IÔve admitted that.’ Ruth Eleanor licked her lips. ‘Maybe we could help each other.’ ‘I’d say I’m curious, and horny. What do we do?’ Ruth Eleanor slipped her hands under her skirt, raised her hips. Long and lean, like so many young men at that age. His metabolism was still fast enough for him to eat anything he wanted without putting on extra pounds.After graduation, he decided that school had weighed too heavy on him for thirteen years, and that he was going to wait a semester before starting college. He was living on his own, and had gotten a job performing with a local theater group. That was the first of his new experiences as an independent adult. He had gone to the audition never.