Fox Biddable (1)

   
   "Fox Biddable (1)"
   
   Jenny McGee was a loner approaching her fortieth year; plus, a bartender at a local beer and shots bar in Nashville.  She lived with her Dad, and she had no kids; however, plenty of sexual stress.
   Jenny was basically, well, a fox.  Only near five foot tall, lean, tan, champagne blonde, and had Saint Raphael's garnet green eyes that were vividly vibrant; as a result, she was tricked way more than plenty.  Foxes aren't always the trickster.  In the Japanese language, a kitsune can be a trickster, but a zenko is a good fox; furthermore, the Native Americans knew that the Fox Totem could mean people were tricking you into doing things that you didn't want to do, and that the spirit of the wise fox should keep a sense of humor, blend in at times, and learn to maneuver around their obstacles with determined dexterity.  
    Guys had been tricking Jenny since she was twelve and had blossomed into pure, peaches and cream Barbie doll beauty; moreover, when she hit adulthood, it got worse.  One guy offered her a ride home, and once in the car, he locked the doors automatically and showed her a sinister smile; next, took out his jubilant junk, which Jenny smacked with her metaphorical paw and escaped.  Too, once a guy brought her drunk Dad home, and laid him on the couch; then, said they should fool around, for her Dad was too drunk to know what would be going on.  Jenny pepper-sprayed him out the freaking door.  She had some redneck in her too, and never had called a cop a day in her life, but the guys were sleazy, and the sleaze was everywhere; thus, she needed to outfox her pernicious predators that had selfishly pounced on her for protracted periods.
   She began reading books on the shinobi (ninja), and learning the parables of Christ; also, bought a five inch blade and carried it in her pocket.  But it wasn't until she met a Native American guy named Healing Eagle that she got the gist of who she was, and what she could become--Healing Eagle telling her the words of the visionary poet Blake:  "The fox condemns the trap, not himself."
   Jenny liked Healing Eagle, and he had no lust for her, being an older man, and holy teacher--it was his divine duty to make people shift into their natural forms, healing them with right flight.