She turned and watched him drive off, and the thought came to her that John Fallon was someone whom she would not mind seeing a lot more of, and it wa... something of a pity that he lived so far away from where she normally was. It would not be at all difficult to find herself getting involved with a man like that. On the way back to his cottage, John pondered the chances of anything coming of today’s chance meeting. He found Tina interesting and intelligent, and the fact that she walked to woods. He would see them, or he would be hiding, either way, she was going to be who she was and let the chips fall where they may.Stopping to use the restroom, she took a moment to look at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands. With a nervous smile, she nodded at her naked reflection and opened the door heading outside to have a quick swim. She was curious to see if her father had waited for her return, or if he’d fled to the relative safety of the house.Albert continued to sit outside after. I look about this peaceful weald, and see that I’m surrounded by animals.Wolves to my left, and horses before me, elk to my right, boars and rabbits, dogs and bulls- all intermingled. They stand all about me, staring. And each one is, down to the very last, a male. I can tell, because each one has a prominent erection. Hundreds of animals, creatures in all directions, each one is hard. And staring.I look before me again, and see a woman. An elf.She stands before me, and I feel physically. “I miss her.”It is a tiny mew lost amongst sobs; my tear filled mouth murmuring it into the soft wool of Claude’s sweater. Over and over again I say it, repeat it, my mantra, all that I am captured in those three words. Forceful, independent me reduced to a quivering, hurting, sobbing mound of flesh deadened by loss.“I miss her.”“I miss her.”“I miss her.”“I know. I miss her too. She was …”The words catch in Claude’s throat, his stoicism infected by my emotional outpouring.It takes a while this.