They fucked again. Then they lay in bed, and once again Esmeralda asked Duncan if he'd marry her. With a laugh this time, as if she was joking.
"Funny," thought Duncan. "No way," he said roughly, with a smirk.
"You'll regret it," said Esmeralda, with another kiss to Duncan. They both laughed, for different reasons.
"Where does she get this crap?" laughed Duncan to himself.
Duncan was looking forward to the rest of the night with Esmeralda. But to his surprise, she got out of bed and started to get dressed.
"I'd like to get home, Dunc," said Esmeralda. "I don't have a lot of time.
"Huh," said Duncan. "We've only been here . . ."
"Yeah, but I've got to get home," she said. "You'll understand. Beside, wolf-boy, you've got what you've come for."
"O.K.," said Duncan, getting on his clothes, after another kiss from Esmeralda, who leaned over him with her enourmous boobs to give it, "glad to."
Duncan noticed his clothes didn't seem to fit as well as he rememebered, they were tight in a couple of places and seemed to of shrunk. They also seemed to itch, when they hadn't before. He shrugged it off.
"Ready, Dunc-wolf," said Esmeralda playfully, as they hugged and kissed. She brushed his cheek. Duncan realized he had a five o'clock shadow.
"No wonder I couldn't resist you," said Esmeralda. "I love men with stubble."
"That's me," Duncan said, a little surpised. Up to that time, he hadn't been shaving. But a quick glance in the mirror showed he had a distinct black shadow on his face. He made a note to get a razor. His black sideburns seemed to have crept down his face level with the bottom of ear. He liked his new look, made him look more like a man, but he couldn't help wondering why he didn't notice sooner. He tugged his ears, he noticed they were bigger than he remembered them being, and almost sort of pointed towards the tips.
"Come on," said Esmeralda slyly, pulling him away from the mirror. "I can admire you enough for the two of us."
"Mustn't of noticed," Duncan thought to himself, as he absent mindedly scratched his side.
The desk clerk must of not noticed too. When Duncan returned the key, the clerk gave him a stare. "You Duncan Smith?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am," said Duncan. He began to realize something weird was going on.
"Man, you look different."
"I sort of got that impression," said Duncan, scratching his shoulder as he left. "What the hell's happening?" he thought to himself. "Must be my imagination." Duncan thought he was missing something in all of it, something important.
He got in the car, and one look at Esmeralda drove all thoughts from his mind. "If we hurry," said Esmeralda, "we can fuck again in you car before we reach my camp." That really drove all other thoughts from his mind, as he put his arm around Esmeralda, and they drove out of the motel.