"So far, there has still not been another sighting of a Gibson's Water Snake. I interviewed the woman that captured and killed the specimen that the F...sh and Wildlife Service now has, and she was not very helpful, and certainly not very sympathetic."In fact, she was downright hysterical. That woman didn't like snakes. Her little daughter was actually more helpful about what had happened, but it didn't help matters any."The chances of another one turning up before the snakes go into hibernation. I realized that the words were in the Nalu language, except the pronunciation was strange. I played back what he said, while trying to say "please, wait" in Nalu. I just translated his words as something like "never ... animal", when the visitor did something to change the frequency and phase of the plasm around me — including my shield, and yanked me underneath.He and I passed right through the floor and into the ground. There was no visible light, but I could "see" the tints of plasm around. Karen was nude reading a paper wearing a collar. Her long red hair was loose and cum was leaking from between her legs. Amanda kept her eyes on the school book. She was dressed in trousers and blouse that let her own large breasts look smaller. She had glasses and kept her black hair in a single braid down her back."At least Mom puts clothes on before we have to leave for school." Amanda said."You need to get laid." Her sister said."Karen go get dressed we still have to go to school,. "Bear, get off my leg dang it!" I yelled. Bear is the name of my German shepherd. Don't be fooled though. He is just a push over, the gentlest dog you could ever ask for, except that he has been humping my leg lately. My two teenage boys tell me it's because I'm the only female in the household. Maybe so. But I may have to take some of the blame. I have on occasion encouraged it a bit, stroking Bear a little down there where it feels good to him, when no one was looking. Well Bear may never get.