The mass of snakes became agitated, coiling into knots around Raj’s feet. Sex Until now, pressed into Zezolla in the questionable refuge of a small tree whose rapidly swaying boughs were if anything more noticeable than what was going on beneath it. Zezolla had a dancer’s body, all smooth lines and hard muscle. The old woman stood again, rather more easily than she had before. The furious pace they set was partly a matter of the necessity of not getting caught out here in the open but also of the insistent pounding urge that, he shortly realized, had taken up residence in his brain the moment she’d said hello to him but had gone unrecognized until now. Until now, pressed into Zezolla in the questionable refuge of a small tree whose rapidly swaying boughs were if anything more noticeable than what was going on beneath it. “Um, hello,” Raj said, with some difficulty. Zezolla nodded again. I’m Zezolla. I wrote down the first three letters of the license plate, and the plate is still on it.” And it was, though the lettering was now so faded it was barely legible.
