" I guess," I shrug, biting my lip at the awkward silence thatsubsequently occurs."Anyway," Rob says, making a point of breaking the silence. "Eat up,...unch is almost over. Ian, if you don't want to come swimming with us,we'll be gaming again tomorrow night, if you'd like." "Umm, sure," I say, remembering grandma's advice about not throwingaway a potential friendship over a potentially trivial fear. "Yourplace again?" Sure," Rob shrugs. "We'll see you there." I smile, though secretly, myinsides. We guessed that in summer, the crocs were one of the fangrinders, primary food sources. They didn’t always get it their own way as crocs are tough buggers to get the better of in a fight.We had determined the dragonets also pilfered the nests and possibly collected the hatchlings as well as fish going by the bones we had found in the cavern. Crocs normally lay forty to sixty eggs, and the other reptiles were happy to reduce the number of hatchlings.Our fangrinders had mostly been a problem over. And then, when she brought her boy friends and girl friends and I would do anything she wanted for them, too.Then one day Doctor Jordan and Connie both came to see me. The Doctor says, "My, Branca, you have done well! I am very pleased with you!" She stroked my hair. It was growing back. As long as I obeyed, Connie let me keep my hair. I'd been very good. It was still very short of course, but you could not see my scalp. That's how good I'd been. "Just look at your hair now." She can tell I am. ’‘Right!’ She said angrily, and pulled off her panties and threw herself into the armchair with her legs open.I was just beginning to enjoy the sight of her exposed pussy and the way her pink inner lips protruded, when Terry pushed past me and fell on top of his wife.‘No Terry no!’ She tried to push him off as he fumbled between them trying to feed his cock into her.‘Shut up you silly bitch! It’s only me doing what we always do.’‘No Terry don’t, not with him watching.’I certainly was watching..