I was so engrossed I was caught as Mom suddenly turned to throw the pantyhose into the laundry basket. She looked at me expectantly as if I must have ...ome to tell her something."Uh... Maria's leaving," I said, lamely, blushing and hoping she wouldn't notice from where she stood.Mom smiled. "Fine," she replied. "I'll be right down."With that, she started to remove her jacket, again stopping one hand almost extracted and for the second time revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her braless breast. We sat and talked for two hours, some of it got pretty hot.’ ‘Were you abusing that poor defenseless boy?’ ‘Oh, no. And he’s not defenseless, believe you me. I was getting kind of turned on, so we played a role playing game, visualizing each other naked and fooling around. That’s when he described the snake tattoo. And he’s got a dirty mind.’ ‘Dirtier that yours? I find that hard to believe.’ ‘Damn near! Anyway, I promised to bring back some Cuban cigars from our road trip. We planned on. Still, I was stubborn enough to keep at it for at least an hour. When I finally grew tired of attempting to distract myself with a book, I set it down, deciding that it might be a better idea to just go to bed. After all, it was rather late and it had been a busy day. And maybe, I held out a slim bit of hope, when I woke up in the morning I would discover that this had all been a dream, perhaps caused by accidental exposure to a hallucinogen in my father's lab. I went to the bathroom and. The boy seemed as willing of doing as I did ask, as he left and I went seeking the grove of trees as told about in what Sandy wrote, and of the bonfire. That hot night and a little sleep I went walking, blurry eyed, found the grove and sat waiting to meet Saysa. After just minutes, the boy arrived, he leading with him a sleek and acting as happy, a prancing doe goat. He addressed the goat as being Saysa, she returned to then as she was a goat, was human for a few years, her father returned her.