She pulled andplayed and when she took her hand away, strands of his brown human haircame with it."Something- something's-" Scott said, twisting his ...ide hips. Helooked over his shoulder, fruitlessly trying to see the bulge of his newtail. She scratched it for him and he trembled. When she kissed, hekissed her back."Let me help you," she crooned to him. Taking one sock in each hand,she pulled down. Leg hair fell away to reveal patches of black and redfur on shapely feminine legs. She. Our patience was worn thin by this point, so we were glad to see something interesting finally develop.There was no formal challenge this time. The nine Diablos ran at us with drawn guns. At least, there were no civilians on the street because the fools were shooting at us as they ran. Anybody who had ever paid attention had to know that it was impossible to control a handgun while running. Nevertheless, the fools must have expected some good from the shooting. Maybe they were trying to herd us. " I certainly feel different." Well, I hate to break this up but, it's time for us togo," she said.For some reason I was really disappointed. I guess I justdidn't want it to end."Okay," I said dejectedly, "I'll get changed." Why?" Mom said. "I said we had to leave, I didn't say youhad to change." I can't leave looking like this. What if somebody seesme?" Then they'll see a pretty teenage girl, not a boy. If Ididn't know you were my son, I'd swear you were one ofCarol's friends from school," Mom. Josh and I had an argument – a silly argument, but an argument nonetheless, over whether we did a semi-formal table setting or did the old, rustic Cajun thing – pots on the stove, fill your plate, go sit at the table. He won. The pots stay on the stove. That’s the way HE grew up, and that’s the way I grew up, and the value of the meal was the quality of the food and the quality of the friendship.More and more, Mom sees WHY I fell so hard, so fast, for Josh. Dad? He’s got the son-in-law he.