Then his eyes focused on something totally unexpected. “What the fuck is that?”Then his reading from the scientists’ notes kicked in. “Aurochs...” he told his friend. “They’re fucking aurochs, or this world’s version of them, I guess. Hell, they were gigantic on Earth before they became extinct a few hundred years ago – somewhere in the sixteen hundreds, I think. One of those notes discussed the difference in aurochs from Earth compared to the ones here, but about all I got out of it was that. I guess I can be too, I hope?” then she pulled her T-shirt up, and over her head, and off, and then tossed it onto the easy chair, at the other end of the couch. “As far as I’m concerned, you can go shirtless anytime I’m shirtless, and any other times, you so choose to do so. Why hid such a sexy hot body? They all ways say, ‘if you got it, flaunt it’.”“This might be more like showing them, rather than flaunting them. Besides, if someone else is here, I can’t go shirtless like you can.”“What. But, I could not leave Lisa sitting at the airport. I would have to work it out somehow.I pushed Lisa out of mind for the moment and opened the envelope. It contained a poem. Of course, Uncle Bert was no poet but his intention was not to create art. It was to give me a message, I hoped a message that would put just one step from the end of my treasure hunt.Here is what he wrote: “Kittens sweet, bound as one by woven fur, Paws entwined to the cows’ own rhyme, First heard long ago in summertime,. Her twin nipples were dark targets, almost visible beneath thethin material."I be ready for bed, too," she said softly. Her smile was not the shysmile of an innocent maid, but the eager smile of a sexually experiencedwoman, one who relished the touch of a man's hand on her body and feel ofhis prick in her cunny.Uther's grin matched hers. "So y'are, m'luv. So y'are."* * * * *Count Gorlois dismounted at the edge of the woods. He took the reins andwalked slowly out onto the "no-man's-land" that.