“Don’t get any ideas!” she scolded. I stared at her, wide-eyed and confused until she burst out laughing. “Just teasing.” Her sense of humor...was almost more intriguing than her anatomy. My brain struggled to accept her as a human, with thoughts and feelings. She smiled and watched as my hands returned to her tail, curiously exploring. “Are you cold?” she asked. I hadn’t noticed before, but I was shivering. My jaw clacked, and my shoulders were tense. It was cold in the cave and all my clothes. She found a trucker and talked to him for a couple of minutes then told me to go with him. We walked into the truck stop and he paid for a shower and was given a key then snuck me into the shower with him. He told me to strip and put my clothes in his bag. Then he stripped and started the shower. He told me to get the soap and lather him up; to wash him good all over. Then he made me get on my knees and suck him off under the shower. After a few minutes he pulled me up and turned me around and. He used to love going to an ice cream parlor called "Farrell's" when he was in high school. They had all these weird sundaes from two or three scoops up to one with close to fifty. When someone ordered a big one, they made a big production about it, playing loud drums and a siren when they delivered it to the table. They had some song they'd sing about what a pig the person who ordered it was. If you could finish one all by yourself, you got it free. They didn't have to give away a lot of ice. The first day back from my Christmas break, I walked into my favorite class (World Geography) to get the shock of my life. My favorite teacher Mr. Cage was no where to be seen, and sitting in his chair behind his desk was a different man completely. I came to find out Mr. Cage had resigned and this was his replacement. As I stared him down I took in the details about him. His hair was cut into a military style mohawk, he was strong faced, and had his left eyebrow peirced. He was wearing a white.