©2013 Marvin E. Fuller
Friday turned out to be a fairly lousy day for Justin.
The trip to town had been fairly routine, not counting nearly bumping into another car that had left his nerves jangly. Unfortunately, he'd then come home with what felt like a hunger headache that faded slowly, despite the sandwich he'd had for supper. He'd been forced to lie down that evening for a couple hours' nap.
The doorbell rang, jolting the skunk from his sleep. With a groan, he rolled off his bed and pressed a paw against the side of his head. The headache had subsided, but he could still feel a stripe of mild pain arcing from around his right eye, across his temple, to just in front of his ear. After a moment, the pain subsided to a background ache he still found distracting, more so than any leftover grogginess.
As he hadn't bothered to change out of his regular clothes when he'd lay down, he shuffled his way out of his bedroom and to the front door, his tail drooping along behind him. Unlocking the door, he took a moment to try to shake as much of the fog from his head as he could. The headache gave an extra thump before finally just sulking behind his temple. He opened the door.
An unfamiliar red fox vixen in her late teens or early twenties stood on the front step. She wore a light coat, its green contrasting well with her russet fur. Upon seeing Justin, the vixen's pointed snout burst into a big smile, her black ears perking up and her hazel eyes crinkling.
It took a moment for Justin to remember he should say something to a visitor, but she spoke up before he could garble out a greeting.
"Hi!" she let her coat swing open to reveal a very skimpy outfit resembling a bikini/lingerie hybrid that left very little to the imagination. "I'm here to give you super sex!"
"What?" Justin tried to process her words. Even when half awake, he normally didn't have much trouble understanding what other people said, but the remnants of the headache threw a clog into his brain's machinery.
"I'm here to give you super sex!" the vixen's smile slipped a bit, uncertainty over Justin's lack of interest in her offer starting to seep in.
"Oh," Justin said. "No, thank you. I don't want any soup. G'night."
He shut the door on the bewildered vixen, locked it back up, and returned to bed.
