“Do you really think you can turn the head of a woman my age? That would be both illegal and unethical. And rather stupid when you have so many girl...s your age to choose from.” She leaned in close to me and spoke so only I could hear her. “Come back when you’re eighteen.”I couldn’t believe I was going to school. I’d be a freshman hobbling around on crutches and dragging a rolling bookbag behind me. Mom took me shopping after the doctor appointment. I got a couple new pair of jeans since mine had. Of course, I'm used to more open surroundings, so it's probably the claustrophobia talking. But, getting back to me. My fur's still as brown and thick as ever. I'm still horned and horny, with a cute little tail and those nibble-able furry ears oh-so-pointy. Oh, yeah, and I play a mean set of Me Pipes.The atmosphere's finally lightened up enough to where I can go back. I'm taking notes for this official record. See, I'm sort of the liaison for the other gods. If I can make a good home for. Every day the members of the wishy-washy Churches of the Wimps like Episcopalians, Methodists and Presbyterians leave their weak-kneed congregations and come over to the Strict Observance of the Bible. A good example is the Smithers family. For years they belonged to an Evangelical congregation that had fallen away from Strict Observance. Wives were no longer Submissive and Obedient. They were wearing pants as if they were Husbands. Discipline in the Home was not being observed. Daughters. “Imagine what I could show people. What people could see right now. Besides perhaps giving that guy over there an early coronary, what about other people? Some of them could look up at the glass and see what my hand just did to your skirt. See whatever we did.” My heart skipped a beat at the idea. It was devilish but I was curious how far he’d go. We trusted each other to the point we’d never push too far at the expense of the other’s distress, but we both loved exploring the dark fringes of.