Both sported a fan-shaped tail, colored in similar patterns to their wings. Below their absent navels, feathers covered them. From the knees up, these... feathers were small, and fluttered in the slight breeze as though downy. At the knee, the feathers grew larger, and stiffer, creating a fringe. At about mid-shin, the feathers vanished, replaced by the scaly, three-toed feet of a bird, with impressive black talons.The Harpies kept their distance from the fire, their gaze penetrating. Aris watched. James didn't say much as we first drove their car into the garage and then pulled their bodies in the trunk. It took us a lot to get them in there, but we made it by working together, which seemed we did for years now. "You'll take their car and I follow in mine," he said as we stood in his driveway. The day got hot at it wasn't even midday yet. "She really loved you, James," I whispered. "Excuse me?" Gretchen loved you, my mother really did. Like she never did love anyone before," I said a. “Wait” I said, breaking away and sitting up on her waist. “As much as I want to keep this going, we need to get over to your mums”. I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I looked down at that gorgeous face, her eyes trying to read mine to determine why I wanted to stop. “Look, I really don’t want to mess this up. If we get caught were fucked”.“Yeah you’re right”, Amelia paused slightly. “But what are we going to do about that?” she grinned, pointing at my still erect dick pushing. He had to talk about the things that girls talk about. Thenit really hit him. He had to talk about boys. That is what girlstalked about. They talked about boys and he would have to do so also.He would have to say that boys are cute. He would have to say boys werecute and he would have to say it not only with a straight face, he wouldhave to say it with a smile and make everyone believe him.He started to make a list in his head of boyish things and girlishthings. Everything in his mind had.