My chance never came, of all those who looked for me not one, not one was pretty girl! I found that living in the pastures and gullies was a life made up of lusty feelings and even lustier desires. As my first week a true satyr passed into history my complete train of thought was still that very personal pleasure.
I believe it was yet another Friday night when while I lay near my campfire the scent of Kyle wafted in the breeze. My friend's scent was now completely unmistaking as he smelled as if hot for sex.
As Kyle walked the road I crept up on him with such stealth. He jumped out of his skin when I surprised him, his friendship though had waned since that day. I laughed but he scowled, I pointed at him as he flipped me the bird. It was easy to see he felt great jealousey about what I became!
I beckoned him to come and sit by the fire, we needed to talk this out. A good bit of coaxing was needed but at last he sat across the campfire. He talked long and directly. Cassandra was part of the conversation she now a sexy black ewe as I then became this wild creature of sex.
Kyle did not have the Medallion with him for had he done so I might have coaxed him to join me as another of this kind. He did say that the Medallion had been given to Mister Shepperly for him to find the origin and or understand its powers. I was surprised when Kyle informed him of who the black ewe was and that I was now a wild satyr.
He told me of him telling the teacher friend and his reaction to the tale. He was all for tossing the coin in the river but Kyle offered him proof.
Proof is something that with this Medallion comes as an earth shaking change to one's life. It made me happier, and Cassandra maybe find her prefered way of life. He asked the teacher to go with him and driving to the bowery did place the Medallion in the hand of one Hasbro Simms.
Hasbro was our local junk man. He owned an old black truck and would travel the city in search of junk or metal scaps to then sell and buy his dinner. Kyle approached him asking of what great wish Hasbro had that was beyond his wildest of dreams.
An old black man Hasbro was in his seventies to be sure. A gray scrubby beard and pink palms from working his hands hard all his life long. He took the Medallion its silver luster sparkling in the rays coming from a nearby streetlight. He looked first at Kyle and then at Mister Shepperly. A sigh and then doing as he was told rubbed his thumb over the Medallion's face.
As if he saw utopia in others he wished his heart to be twenty one, a white male and handsome.
The Medallion did for him what it had caused for me and Cassandra. The teacher watched in facination as an old black man changed and became younger. His black tough skin softened and turned a pretty pink of color. He changed as for what he'd asked to be, wanted to be, and then became in front of unbelieving eyes.
"He as you and Cassandra are marked for life to be as you are now! Mister Shepperly has found some writings on the Medallion as it was called an amulet in times past." explained Kyle.
As he told me of these things and the other stories about this wonderful thing I began to write this loge for history to remember and you to know.