The day began seemingly interesting; I got up, took a cold shower and got a text message from him, saying that he'd see me later. 20:30, it's dark and...he still hasn't called me or anything.About ready to go to bed, when I hear a knock at the door. I get up form my couch and go to the door, only to find that no one's there.I shake my head, assuming that I'm either hearing things, being too hopeful, or both. I sit back down on my couch, put my book down, and turn on the television.Ten minutes. He is big there. I tested my opening with my fingers, and not even one of them fit without hurting. I asked an experienced woman for advice, and she showed me that I had to be aroused, too. Have you ever played with your treasure box?”“My treasure box?” Marie asked, at a loss over Ellen’s euphemism.“I mean, between your legs, girl!” Ellen expostulated, feeling some embarrassment now.“Oh, that...”Marie blushed deeply and nodded.“Have you ever felt naughty when you were out riding on horse. He pushed away from the door frame, took a few steps toward them, and came to a stop, feet at shoulder width and hands on his hips. "There's no way I can be fuck buddies with both of you. I mean, I get that. It just won't work. How about this? The one that ends up bare-assed out on the lawn gets lost, and whoever's left inside…well…" he indicated his boner, shrugged his shoulders, and put his hands to the ceiling in a Whadda ya think? gesture. Heidi and Clara looked at each other, catching. I'd tell you to try it, but we have enough immortals crowded in Olympus right now. Seriously, the place is so packed, we're scrunched in like a Picasso painting. Of course, I'm used to more open surroundings, so it's probably the claustrophobia talking. But, getting back to me. My fur's still as brown and thick as ever. I'm still horned and horny, with a cute little tail and those nibble-able furry ears oh-so-pointy. Oh, yeah, and I play a mean set of Me Pipes.The atmosphere's finally lightened.