A Fox and his Yeena
NC-17 as usual. If you're any younger than aforementioned age then do not finish reading this.
On the other hand this is the fifth chapter of A Fox and his Yeena. Sad but in the end of this chapter Knave will meet
a rather sweet fellow. And possibly more ! But that's for You to find out. So keep reading !
Chapter 5: Broken and Used
Well. I'm here. Stuck in the middle of a lonely stretch of road. Nowhere to go and nobody to help me. My lover is back into his bar life. Back to philandering with other guys. I sit on the hood of my car regretting the choices I had made. Also regretting that I didn't fill up the tank before I left. So being alone and helpless I sulked and began to cry. For a long time this went on, but then night fell. My sobbing slowed to a slight sniffle and I looked around. The sky was a pitch black with only the moonlight hazing down with dim light. I wiped my face and got off the hood to shelter myself from the cold. It was supposed to be 50 out today. I went into my small car and layed back in the chair. All the sounds of day were gone. Only night silence accompanied me. As I layed down my head to sleep I heard a faint revving. I stopped and listened. The revving just got closer and closer. I sat up and armed myself with a loose crowbar. A light came over the horizon and it was coming... towards me ? I sat and watched as what looked like a truck drive by. It must've went a few dozen feet past me. I watched the truck as it slowly came to a stop. It backed up and I clenched the crowbar; ready to put up a fight. Whoever this was must've seen me holding something, cause he stopped next to me, and rolled down his window. I almost dropped the bar when I saw him. He looked about my age. A few years older. His face was the face of a calm, pensive man. A man that took the time to help others without unneeded chivalry. He turned to me and asked if I needed help. I, being in a bind, gladly accepted his offer. I put down the bar and leaned against my car. Now just a useless hunk of metal. The man came out and then was when I saw his full physique. This hyena was 5'8'' and damn did he have a rugged look about him. I was too busy thinking about this stranger when he had already come next to me and asked, "What's your name short stuff ?" I stammered and said, "Kn..Knave..sir." I looked down at my feet as he assessed the situation. "Seems to me you've ran out of gas." I looked up to answer his finding with a slight nod. A late tear slipped out of my tired eyes. He took notice and asked if I needed a lift. I didn't know what else to do so I just nodded and got in the truck. After hooking up a cable to tow my old wagon we were off. Sooner than I knew it we were already stopped. Then was the moment I was dreading would come.