The head turned and peered around the corner at us with a pair of red glowing eyes. It wasn’t floating. Instead, it was attached to a long neck. I h...ard more heavy thumps and more of the body of this inexplicable beast came into view. There were two more heads. One was on a shorter neck than the first, but it had two eight-pound hammers worked into the head like horns. The last head, centered between the other two, was bigger and had a fan of knife blades splayed out around it like a lion’s. It was sort of hard on Britches to keep his mouth shut, but he was the third member of the protection detail." Britches was a guard dog?" Mirabelle asked. "That was a smart poodle, but I never thought that he was a guard dog." He was more than that," Phyllis said. "When Hank introduced me to the sid animals, I thought that I was on drugs. They have voders--electronic voice boxes--so they can talk to normal humans. Slaves can have our bio digital control implants modified so that we can talk to. "Sounds like a great idea to me!"Ann looked at Tim and Jeff. "I know your wives. I like your wives. I will NOT lie to them. I will NOT keep secrets from them. I will call them tomorrow and tell them EVERYTHING. Will they be OK with this?"Tim looked a little sheepish, but Jeff said, "Terry will be fine with it, as long as we all fuck her NEXT FRIDAY!" Tim finally said he could convince his wife it was a good idea."OK, let's have some rules. EVERYONE wears a condom when we fuck, because I like to. He loved waking up in the wild, loved hearing a whiskey jack’s early morning call echo across the water as an insect hummed past and a trout splashed in the distance. No sounds of civilization, no sounds of anything but him and his lake. He flicked his line toward the center, letting his Elk Hair Caddis fly settle on the surface like its namesake. As he waited for a tell-tale strike he couldn’t help glancing toward the car, the last vestiges of the ghostly mist that had blanketed it still.