In seconds, it was flowing down past her shoulders. It soon became a wild mane around her head. I wasn’t sure, but I think it was growing out of her...back as well. It was like a lion’s mane. Was I seeing things? Was I drugged? Oh fuck me! Now mom was growing a tail!I hadn’t noticed it until it rose up behind her back. Oh crap! It was as red as the rest of her, but was capped by a large jet black arrowhead shaped tip. It matched the damn foot long onyx horns now growing from her forehead!God help. They fucked each other another 4 time with me cleaning them both afterwards, l thought Martin might have stayed the night, but he had to get home to his wife. It was nearly midnight when he left in a taxi, my wife Jolie went to her room and l went to mine. When l got up the next morning Jolie had gone to work there was a shopping list on the table, l told myself l had to go out sometime on my own and it wasn’t a big list so l could get what we needed at the minimart two roads away.About 10am. We found that the fishing was pretty good. By midnight, we caught five small mouth bass in the three to five-pound range and three stripers (Striped Bass) of about four pounds each. They stopped biting about then so we motored back down the twisty arm to see if maybe someone was watching us. Because it was so late, we used the trolling motors so we were kind of silent. If anyone was watching they could see we were moving away by our running lights and our large battery-powered spotlight.Once we. I pick up my hat from the desk and trundle towards the office door; it's about time to clock out for the day.TIING!It's the phone. Well, not a phone per se - it's more of an interdimensional transponder but that's just a glorified fairy phone. HQ has officially named them: "Transdimensional Interconnected Nodes" or "TINs" but the rest of us prefer to call it a FeyComm. We all cast a vote and for some fucking reason the bigwigs up at HQ opted for TINs instead of FeyComm. I bring up the faded.