That afternoon I started my next romance novel.The next day Lindsay invited me over to sunbathe with her and her girlfriends. I was then introduced to...Dominique. She had a great French accent. She seemed less standoffish too. The three women did not think anything of removing their bikini tops right in front of me and handing me a bottle of suntan lotion. I started with Lindsay and rubbed just about every square inch of exposed skin on her body. I rubbed her bare breasts, her bare ass in that. Movement froze me. In the corner, a form uncurled, painted in the light from a small lantern hanging from the tent’s frame at its apex. A pale-skinned female body sat up, bushy hair spilling about narrow shoulders. A pair of triangular ears, tawny like her hair, thrust up at the top of her head and twitched like a cat’s. A face stared at me, golden eyes slitted. A lamia. Her slitted eyes fixed on me, keen vision noticing me.Then they flicked to the sleeping, snoring man.The warleader slept. My car is a Cadillac and one of the nicer ones in the parking lot, so I parked away from the building and lights. As I approached the theater I saw eight black men standing outside near the entrance under an awning, in small groups, talking and some were smoking.There were men of all ages there, some in their early-twenties and others who looked my age and older. As I passed by them they smiled at me and some of them even grabbed their crotches, as if they were offering themselves to me.. "No, thank you baby" I thought I heard her sayGrabbing a quick shower, I got ready for my day out with the guys, coming out of the washroom, I could smell what seemed to be the best cooked scrambled eggs and bacon ever made, walking into the kitchen, it was confirmed that indeed it was scrambled eggs and bacon I smelled as I saw mom shoveling pieces of bacon onto a plate with eggs already on it."Wow mom, that smells great" I said, coming up from behind her and hugging her in thanks for making.