Mom was hovering over me, crying. A tear fell from her cheek and splashed my face."MOM, what's wrong?"Yo ... you ... your father."I jerked up. "What a...out Dad?"She wrapped her arms around my neck and sobbed.I hugged her to me. "Mom?". My heart pounded. Please no. Please."Mom?" My voice cracked.She wailed. "He's ... he's Dead!"I buried my head in her shoulder. Oh God.I pulled my head away. "What happened?" He went to the store to get some bread for dinner. On his way home, he was car jacked.". Its hem -gathered in tight, short ruffles- ended just where her black bikini panties began. Phyllis wore nothing else. Myself, only dressed in a pair of well weathered shorts and an emblematic polo shirt, stood up to meet her.Phyllis was definitely one of those, rare-in-my-life, cup-half-full sort of people. She was confident about herself and her choices without being arrogant or demanding. Normally, all things being equal, I would have romanced a woman of this caliber. But this woman on this. She had discovered her penchant for "tasting" some of their juices like a sexual cannibal of the worst sort. She used her knowledge of herbs and plants to make them bound to her by physical and mental chains dependent on her replenishment of their "fix" both orally and vaginally according to their special talent. It was a splendid opportunity for her to improve her spanking skills now that she had several magnificent female bums to practice on with heated sessions. The sound of her spirited. 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.