"Anyway, I appreciate your willingness to come to Spring City."
He gazed at the sober-elves, his after-image noticing a bouquet of roses by her bedroom bed, and he smiled heartily, "He's not quite the same as he used to be, I hope you get along well."
He left and Nancy watched from the window as the car left. She was a little dazed, and it was only at this time that she responded.
She was going to see Barry tomorrow.
That night she had a dream that she was accompanying Barry through his rut for the first time.
That dark, confusing night, Barry's hot breath wrapped around her ear, the smell of rose pheromones filling the room, his canine teeth gripping her earlobe, calling her name one by one.
His hands stroked every inch of her skin, his thin calloused fingers tingling her entire skin where they touched, a pleasure she had never experienced before with all her nerves touched.
