She patted my bottom before helping her friend. I offered them something to drink, but they pulled out their own. They thanked me before they left for...the other side of the water. Again, I watched as they walked, both asses swaying deliciously. I returned to my chair and book, but knew I’d not be able to concentrate too well. I knew my mind and eyes would be on the women across the lake, the women who teased me in the water and in the cabin. Making no pretenses, I put the anthology down, leaned. But this being late September,there was hardly anyone else out on the Lake. The water wasstill quite warm from the summer, and within fifteenminutes, I was able to motor into a cliff-lined little bayand go skinny-dipping. Navaho Mountain dominated theskyline; it is an incredible flat-topped butte that remindedme of Devil's Tower (made famous in the movie "CloseEncounters of the Third Kind"). Once I got naked and wet,the Mountain also resembled my hardened nipples which juttedout through the. The walls were replaced by trees, and the shelves and tables holding items became tree limbs and bushes. We were no longer in the room, but outdoors in what looked to be a dank forest.“How did we get here?” I asked, not wanting to move a muscle.Rho was already on her feet. She blinked as she looked around. “I don’t believe we’ve left the room. I think we’ve been thrown into a time before the vault existed and we’re standing on the ground above where we were.”Her logic escaped me. “How can we. ..” She advanced, black tongue flickering from between her lips. “Come here and let’s see just how well this still fits you.”Sitting obediently still, though not without a shiver of anticipation, Ren lifted his head for Enora to slide the latex mask over his head. It covered him as securely as a hood, the loose neck falling down over his Adam’s apple. The fox’s tail wagged, the white tip flicking back and forth, and he whined softly as his vision was obscured. There had never been eye holes in.