"You see Nate," began Kathryn, only pausing long enough to move her disgarded bra out of the way before sitting down on the couch next to him; "contrary to the beliefs of today, satyrs were concerned about a lot more than drunken orgies. They also tended to and cared for the land. They looked out for the world ecologically, although most satyrs preferred forests and pastures to beaches and mountains."
"What did they do when they weren't taking care of the land?" asked Nate.
There was a brief pause before she spoke again.
"A lot of sex," finally admitted Kathryn with a smile. "I have been, and shall always be a witch. As such, I have lived a very long time already, and short of an unforeseen accident or someone trying to kill me, I will probably be around for at least several more centuries at the very least."
"Wow!" exclaimed Nate. "You certainly don't look that old."
"Thank you,' said Kathryn, kissing him on the cheek. "Anyway, I've met and associated with satyrs before, but I have absolutely no idea what happened to the original herds. I hope Lord Pan called them all back to Mount Olympus, for it will be a sad event if they truly died out."
"But I'm a satyr," pointed out Nate, "and whose this Lord Pan?"
"You're a satyr because I'm attempting to revive the species. Everyone in the forthcoming flock will bow to you as their leader, but Lord Pan is the ultimate leader of the entire satyr race, although there are people he has to answer to. Especially Zeus."
"Him I've heard of."
"Nice to hear the modern education system doesn't totally ignore history," said Kathryn. "Anyway, any female you have sex with, except me because I'm immune; will turn into a nymph."
"What's that?"
"They're very special ladies who will help tend the land, among other things, depending upon their nature. In modern terms, think of them as your followers or posse."
"Nymph as in nympho?" asked Nate eagerly.
"One name is derived from the other, and nymphs do have great sex drives," Kathryn said with a slight blush to her cheeks, "but most of them also have an intelligent head on their shoulders, and you'd be wise to remember that young man!"
"Okay, I will," agreed Nate. "But what about female satyrs?"
"There never has been such a thing. Satyresses are just figments of some fiction writers' over-active imaginations," explained Kathryn. "To prevent overpopulation, there are no children until the flock leader grants permission for a couple to breed. After a successful mating, the nymph then either gives birth to a boy satyr or a girl nymph via traditional pregnancy."
"Okay. So I create nymphs. In time we produce children, although I think I'm a little young to be a father right now," admitted Nate, remembering that until today, he was just a normal, teenage sophomore in high school.
"I knew there was something special about you Nate the moment I opened my front door. I'm glad you chose the satyr cookie," said the witch, while taking his hand in hers. "By the way, for the record, the others on that sampler plate were just plain cookies. Nothing would have happened if you ate any of those."
"Okay. But how do we get more satyrs? You don't expect me to do everything, do you?"
"No. I made a batch of six, so there are five more satyr cookies hidden back at my place," revealed Kathryn. "But I want to chose wisely who joins your flock. We need intelligent thinkers and creative people, not muscle bound jocks and horny teenagers."
"We?" asked Nate, looking at Kathryn more closely.
"You didn't think I would set you out on this monumental task without helping you out, did you?" asked the witch in return. "Like I said earlier, I want to improve the world, not turn back the clock. I enjoy a lot of modern conveniences like electricity and indoor plumbing just as much as the next person. I just want to do away with some of the greed, wars, and pollution. The world needs more peace, love, and understanding."
"You sound like one of those hippies I read about in school," observed Nate.
"The 1960s had their moments," said Kathryn with a smile.
"Okay then," said Nate. "Next question. Where do we go from here?"