On their backs. . . there was blood on their tunics. And then it was just like the BrookNymphs: they . . . nipped them . . . nipped them . . . on thei... p-pussies!" ("No!No!" several in the audience cried. More than one covered her groin protectivelywith her hands. Brook Nymphs were one thing; but these were Warbler pussiesthat had been violated.) "Yes . . . that's what they did. And the girlsscreamed, and cried, and begged. 'Please don't hurt us!' they said, 'Oh dearGod please!' . . . but they. By then there weren't many diners and we were able to sit and enjoy or meal and each other for almost two hours before we started getting hints that we should leave.On the walk back to my apartment I think we both were thinking about what was going to happen when we got there. Fred put his arm around me and I leaned in close to him as we walked. I enjoyed the way his strong body felt against me. With his arm around me I felt safe and very comfortable. Most of all I felt happy.When we got back. I thought having hair down there was a sign of growing up. I remember how proud when I finally got some." She glanced at the light patch of down that adorned her vulva.Angelique smiled at her daughter. "Well, you'll probably start shaving in a few years." Maybe I will ... but for now, I'm quite happy with my, um, peach fuzz!" Jenna replied with a giggle."Peach fuzz, hmm?" Angelique cooed."That's all I've got, really -- see?" said Jenna, daringly parting her legs to give her mother a good. She finished her coffee and he helped her to the tub. It was filled with hot steaming bubbles and looked so inviting. He helped her off with her dress and into the tub."I'm going to gather some twigs and logs for a nice fire for when you get out," he said. "Just relax in your bath now." He gave her a gentle kiss."Thanks Steven," she said with a smile.She laid back in the warm soothing water and thought about all the recent events that had occurred. Some wonderful and some darkly disturbing. She.