I had no idea what she was talking about."I have no idea..." I started to say.She blushed and gasped loudly, and then her eyes dropped nervously to th... floor."I think I know why Tom's brother has been giving me odd looks, then," she said in a worried tone. Her brows furrowed, and her eyes were almost angry again when they swept back up to glare at me."It doesn't matter," she insisted. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to go upstairs and pick out some things to model. You're going to get. I think she’s smiling at me, but I’m not sure.Her ears are almost nonexistent. They are more like holes in her head. Instead of hair, she has a hundred or so knobby protrusions. They’re like horns, but not pointy.She wears a while sleeveless coat, similar to a doctors, with the rounded collar turned up. The bottom hem barely covers where I assume her genitals would be and is fastened to just below her breast. The red mounds of scaly flesh peak out on either side of the gap. They look much more. I had a few views of her bending over to pick up a towel and seeing the suit stretched across her ass and seeing where it met at the V. Hell, what were we thinking?. These were teenagers. The parents is one thing to fantasize but the Teens are another. Maybe it is the innocence of it all. The summer went pretty quickly. It was in July that I came home from work early and saw David leaving the house a little later than usual. When I went inside Becky was in the shower and I noticed the covers. Perhaps the night’s rain was a blessing. We took our time. Most of the trail was flat, the only difficulty being the slipperiness of the mud in the low places. When the mood was upon us, we propped our packs against a convenient tree and canoodled, serenaded by the river. I loved that word, ‘canoodle’, even though it was an old fart of a word. I still love it. Canoodle. It had been our first weekend off together. Neither of us had the luxury of not working. How the flipping of a single year.