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submerged herself completely and swam to the deep section in the
center of the lake. She swayed her arms and kicked her feet, treading water. Though
faint, the slight undercurrent caused by the motion of her limbs added pressure
between her thighs. That area started to throb, accompanied by the familiar
ache she’d deserted in the shanty because of Sledge’s abrupt intrusion.
    Swimming a little closer to shore to where the water leveled
at her chin, she set her feet on the ground and slightly spread her legs. She
bit on her bottom lip and at the same time slid her hand into her lower
garment. The instant her fingertips slid through her folds and grazed the
sensitive bud, tingles erupted in her blood. Her breath caught. She closed her
eyes and started a languid, circular massage on the nub. Small circles. Then
large. Then small again. The warm moisture seeping from her body turned cold
the moment it merged with the water.
    Her belly twitched. She moaned and bit harder on her lip.
Then suddenly a smooth sensation brushed against her calves. Startled, she
yanked her hand from her garment and peered into the lake. Loo-La was circling
her legs then paused behind her to lick the back side of Wisteria’s knees. “Loo-La,
you have the worst timing.” Despite the mounting frustration, Wisteria smiled.
“Stop that, it tickles.”
    The snake veered toward her front side and emerged from the
water, its green eyes sparkling like jewelry stones. The scales on its two
heads were orange and yellow. They looked rough to the touch but were actually
soft and slippery. A dark-pink band encircled its necks and a long red stripe
stretched from its mouths along its twenty-foot body to the tip of its tail.
    The first time she’d seen the two-headed snake it frightened
her. She’d been sitting near her tree when it emerged from the water and
slithered beside her, examining her with both heads. One appeared to sniff her
while the other licked her with its abrasive tongue. Its body was the width of
a tree trunk and she didn’t move or breathe for fear it’d wrap around her and
squeeze. For the first time she understood the Flesh Eaters’ and Mountain
Slayers’ fears and she swore she’d never return to the lake again.
    To her surprise the serpent had curled up as if it were
going to strike then it laid both heads on the ground near her hip. It didn’t
budge and neither did she. When it finally moved it nudged her toward the lake.
She thought it was going to pull her underwater but it started playfully
flipping her around.
    Wisteria laughed at the memory and petted Loo-La’s heads.
Just then she heard a faint squawk.
    Was she hearing things? She spun and glanced around the
embankment. The creature from the nest was waddling off the path into the
clearing that connected the forest to the lake. It headed toward the water,
flapping it wings. It fell snout first into the grass, stood up and shook off
then continued venturing forward. Wisteria giggled and watched in awe as it
wiggled through rows of flowers, stopping to sniff the red petals. Once it
stepped onto the embankment its talons sank in the sand. It plucked them free
one at a time and drew near the water, where its beady eyes locked on her. It
placed one foot into the lake then retracted it and stepped back. At least she
needn’t worry it’d fall in and drown.
    “Loo-La, take me to shore.” She straddled the serpent’s back
and held on to its necks while it slithered into the shallow part of the lake
near the baby creature. Without removing her eyes from the little monster, she
slid off Loo-La’s back into ankle-deep water.
    She’d never seen such a cute critter, but still leery of its
teeth, she refused to move closer. Technically anything born in the wild was wild. “What are you doing here? Your momma is going to be so mad.”
    It tilted its head side to side.
    “You’re just a tiny…” Hmmm. What? “I don’t know what
you are, but you look like a bird monster.” She