They laughed. The forms were detailed, taxing the memory for information. They talked the whole time, sharing their history and background. Time passe... and slowly. There shared there family background, stories, the questions made it easy to comfortable to share. It was almost like a script that had been handed to them. Their likes, dislikes, education was all so similar. Religion, culinary preferences, and oh, their relationship histories. Their careers had similar paths as well and they found. Forgot. Fly rod, reel, flies extra line.” The fly rod has it’s own side rack. “Knife and hawk. Girl ... you’ll forget your ass.”The pole cut was down Cutler Creek, at the old Tie Pond, right on the Tongue River. The Lodgepole pines were thick down there and needed thinning. Some stands had poles fifty feet long and three inches across at the butt. A stand like that might have a hundred trees in the swing of an axe ... tight ... like a putting green but trees. Dangerous fire timber. Time and. She would talk to Hugh about it sometimes but she had no idea, no inkling, that her son could possibly want her. She kept thinking about the image of him pulling his prick and it sent chills through her pelvis.AFter scrubbing her body and thinking more about her son, the water got a little too hot for those thoughts, so she had to turn the knob for cool and as she did so, she saw a figure move in front of the frosted glass. She recognized the naked outline of her son. SHe peeked out the door to. "See I told you, never saw her before, she didn't even know what the wevrils were and she tried to use MAGIC!" Miranda who had been trying to find the mirror for hours whirled around, she saw the small dragon from the night before and with him were three other dragons her size but once again they didn't look like any dragon she had ever seen, they seemed to be covered in a white short fur, their wings wrapped in some odd looking material. "Shut up Strut before I wring your scrawny neck" snapped.