My hands were shaking and I could barely keep myself from ripping off the Jessica the giraffe-woman's bell bottom black slacks and red blouse as we stumbled into the small but densely wooded park down the street from the movie theater.
“Jessica, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m not normally like this but…but…I just have to have you,” I stuttered, leaning against a small pine and panting. Her flowery feminine scent was now clinging to the inside of my nose and my head was spinning.
“It’s fine Mark. You don’t need to apologize. I want you too,” she replied. Her voice was understanding, and she placed a hoofed hand on my cheek. “Would you be more comfortable if I helped you take your shirt off?”
“Oh, yes” I moaned, looking up into her big brown eyes. The shirt came off quickly, with Jessica and I giggling as it caught briefly on a low-hanging branch. But even in the dim light, I could see that something wasn’t right. It was clear that my chest was covered in…