I shook my head and looked. It was Lucy. She got in and said “My mom’s going to stay the night. I want to head home but” and she paused a minute...then said “I wanted to head home. Is there any chance you could drive me?” she asked in that delicate and sweet 20 year old girl like voice of hers. She smiled and sat there as she waited for my answer. “Are you sure you want to go home?” I said and she said yes. “Your mom’s staying here?” I asked and she said yes. So we drove to her home. It was pitch. “Yes,”“I’d be happy being your girlfriend, lover, and mistress to keep you and your girls satisfied,” she grinned.“The girls would likely have you in our bed more often that I could.”“I could handle that kind of loving and relationship. I could be a mistress to the whole family! They would have me primed for you to fuck. As your slutty wife, what shall we do for now until we’re with Andrew?”“We’re celebrating our fifteenth anniversary, why not give fifteen lucky guys a blowjob?”“Fifteen blow. ”“Men rape women all the time. Why should you be denied the fruit you hunger for”“I'm not a man, and I don't want to get caught.”“You can change whenever you desire. Become a man and don't worry about getting caught. It will be a man that they are looking for.” Tattia's eyes flew open. Her eyes were brown now. Her hair was black and long and curled. Her form was still lean and strong, but now it was stronger. Her skin was smooth still, but it had a hardness to it that it hadn't before. Strength. In the center of the tent, next to our combined sleeping bags, I set the assembled stove on the flat rock, and I lined the bottom of the can with dry leaves, followed by small twigs and then a layer of larger sticks. The idea was to use the smaller fuel to ignite the larger pieces of wood. The tin can is a natural chimney, and the interior metal surfaces reflected the heat back on the unburned fuel. When I was finished, I set the leaves ablaze with my Bic lighter.I opened the screened.