He had some kind of magic on me. No other man in the universe could do what your dad...”“Bill,” I corrected again.“ ... Did to me in every way...possible. It had to be him, and I knew that when we mated, there would never be another man...”“What if he had TWO like that?”“You mean like me ‘n’ you and Bill?”“Works for Carlita and Brindy and Dave.”“You know, I’ve never been with one and mentioned either of the others and they didn’t smile...”I said, “So, can we get Bill on board with this?”“You. ??Sounds nice, want some company???Bugs get pretty bad, but it’s up t’you.? ?Don’t you have spray???Naw, they don’t really bother me anymore.??Don’t they bite you???Yeah, I just don’t really feel it anymore, so you still wanna come along or not???Yeah, for a bit maybe.??Suit yourself, but just remember that fishing isn’t a conversation sport.?In the end, I wound up fishing alone after only 10 minutes because of the bugs. Sheri left with the promise of breakfast in the morning, but we never. The Chaotic force recalled past diversions it had created, turning the marked days of the turning of the orderly calendars into opportunities for madness and disorder and doing so with such festive spirits. It was close to the force’s favorite game if you will. Memories of past chaos wrecked on the calendars came to mind;The Lecherous Leprechaun telling dirty limericks that transformed prudish heroes into the whores they dressed up like…A succubus mocking Cupid that forced heroes and villains. Probing with fingers and kneading between nether lips and he smelled her then; smelled the smell of a woman in heat. The sticky-sweet of musk and want and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one side and she felt his fingers on and between her exposed flesh for the first time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen lips gaping open in lust and glistening wet and pink and half hidden in an untrimmed nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair. And then he freed his raging-hard.