She thumbs her phone light on, holding it low, off to one side. She can see it is a female, recently birthed, with fat teats showing through the tawny...fur on its belly.The coyote stares, its eyes glowing like sunlit amber. It raises its snout and snuffs in a breath, then turns and moves to a narrow path angling away to the right. It pauses to look back, then disappears into the shadows with a flick of its tail. The woman moves forward and follows her Goddess' guide.Kistin comes through a narrow. He saw his hands, or rather, his hands came into focus.The fractals that he had seen before now stood before him in a humanoid shape, still moving with an astonishing speed. Porter was sure that the figure was the source of the whispering.The figure leaned forward as if to confirm his thought. “Translating biological signals into energy signatures is as much an art as a science.”“Thank you,” was all Porter could think of to say, as he realized that the waves hitting the beach made no sound.. Obviously they talked about me while they were alone, and I found about what as we left, with both girls flanking me and each cheek of my ass covered by a groping hand."Is my little bro embarrassed?"Not at all. As a matter of fact, I struggled not to grab their asses in turn, but it wouldn't be in character, that's for sure."I can't believe you did that sis! Did you see everyone staring at me?" I accused her jokingly, causing Stacy to giggle uncontrollably.We caught a cab and went over to. Walking was a nightmare and yet they ordered him to work in the fields. He was always in line for a beating at lunch when the slowest workers of the morning were chastised. He was so broken by his disfigurement and the steady torture in the field at lunch that the guards treated him as a dog now and he willingly sought them out after his beating to beg for the opportunity to clean their boots with his tongue. The guards sometimes allowed this but usually they just made him play fetch so they.