Fantasy Blue Moon

Sure enough, bright and early in the morning I woke up to the smell of freshly made coffee. I sat up looking out the window, and there she stood busily cooking over my small little portable camp stove.

"Morning sleepy-head. About time you woke up, breakfast is nearly ready."

I could now smell the bacon frying in the pan as well as she carefully placed a half dozen eggs or so into a boiling pan of water. I got up, needing to pee of course, though after last night, I refrained from fully getting dressed, only throwing on a loose-fitting pair of baggy shorts on and nothing else. I stepped out.

"I'll be right back...need to pee," I announced. The camp restrooms were up the trail a ways.

"Don't bother going all the way up there if all you need to do is pee," she told me. "Just do it over there," she said pointing. "That's where I went a bit earlier, if you don't mind pissing where I did. As a matter of fact, need to go again myself here shortly, but need to watch these eggs. So go take care of it, and then relieve me, so I can," she snickered.

I walked over to the trees she had pointed at, though keeping my back towards her as I pissed. I walked back, washed up in the basin of water she'd already put out to wash the dishes in, and then joined her as she finished scooping out the last of the bacon she'd just cooked.

"Keep an eye on the eggs," she reminded me. "They're almost done, then we can eat." And with that, she wandered off over to the almost exact spot I had stood in to pee. She once again surprised me however, taking off her jeans entirely, and I noticed she wore no panties, no underwear as she stood stripping them off. Unlike myself, turning with my back towards her, she squatted down facing me, and proceeded to urinate over the exact same spot I had peed on. I turned, looking at the eggs, hearing her approach seconds later, though she was only carrying her jeans not having put them back on again.

"Glad we have the water here," she told me, and then proceeded to wash up, though she didn't just wash her hands either, washing her pussy as well as I stood there watching her do so. Only afterwards did she put her jeans back on, which I was almost sorry to see her do.

"I think we're ready to eat," I announced having finished scooping out the last of the eggs. We soon after sat down at my small little table to eat. A feast the way I saw it as we again enjoyed one another's company, eating our delicious breakfast and getting to know one another even better than we already did.

Even though we were on the coast, right next to the Ocean, it was already starting to heat up as early in the morning as it was. Promising to be an unusually hot day. I was then thankful to be parked beneath the fir and pine trees, giving us both a bit of shade. Even so, I was already beginning to sweat, as was Bonnie as she sat wiping her brow.

"Gonna be another hot one," she announced unnecessarily.

"Yeah it is," I responded agreeing with her.

"You mind if I strip down a bit?" She then turned asking me. "I enjoy the cool breeze on my bare skin, as long as it doesn't bother you if I do."

"Go right ahead," I told her, actually pleased she felt comfortable enough to be doing so, and yet likewise, also excited at the thought. I had enjoyed looking at her breasts, her body, even at her age, though I didn't see that as being any big difference between us. "It might bother me...but in a good way," I added winking at her.

She smiled at that, but then looked at me quite seriously. "I appreciate the tease," she began. "But I am old enough to be your mother you know. And I doubt seriously that someone your age would be at all remotely interested in a woman my age."

I surprised her then, as well as myself, not having initially intended to do what I now did. I stood up, my full-blown erection very noticeable as I stood, even in the baggy shorts I was wearing.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed seeing my obvious excitement. "Guess I was wrong about that," she smiled blushing a little. "Really? You're aroused thinking of me?" she then asked.

"Very much so," I admitted, and then admitted even more to her, once again amazed that I did. "And I even masturbated last night...thinking about you," I added.

"So did I," she confessed, suddenly unzipping her jeans once again, pulling them off along with everything else she was wearing. In seconds, she stood before me once again in the nude, but this time in broad daylight. "Well? You going to stand there and stare at me? Or you finally going to get naked yourself and come over here and fuck me?" She asked.

I did as she asked, though I suggested it might be better if we were to go inside the van.

"Actually, I prefer doing it outside," she told me. "Much more exciting that way," she grinned, and then walked over to a nearby tree where she placed her hands upon it, leaning forward, stepping back a little. Her magnificently full breasts now hanging down a bit, looking even sexier, more provocative than they had been. "How's this?" she asked. "Ever fucked a woman standing up outside like this before?"

I never had. But knew I was about to.

Bonnie was the perfect height too. As I walked over to stand behind her, I easily slipped into her, penetrating her fully in one simple thrust. I stood basking in the sensation of her sweet, still tight, and very wet pussy as it surrounded my shaft. Though she didn't allow me to stand there too long without pressing back against me, urging me in so simple a move so as to begin truly fucking her. Nervously I glanced about, wondering if anyone might be able to see us from any of the other camps, though I couldn't see any close enough that might.

She laughed. "Nervous? I find it quite exhilarating myself," she stated, once again grinding herself against me, her full heavy breasts swaying to and fro beneath as I finally reached out with my hands capturing each. They felt wonderful in my hands as I stood there kneading them, but then again so did her cunt as I felt it clasp, surround and basically grip my prick as I slid in and out of her from behind. So marvelous was the sensation that I knew I wouldn't last very long, especially standing here like this. It was indeed exciting, almost too much so, as was the position. But she sensed it perhaps, and seemed to be hovering on the verge herself.

"For god sakes don't stop! Fuck me harder! Faster!" she cried out, worrying me a bit that someone might have overheard, though I proceeded to do just that, now slamming into her with a strength I didn't know I had. Listening to the juices as my cock speared her pussy, the slap of flesh against flesh, her twin ass cheeks reverberating with each lunge. Hearing her throaty moans and groans of delight, which I now added to as we both spiraled off into oblivion together was music to my ears.

"I'm going to cum!" I announced unable to stop it.

"Oh fuck, me too! Me too!" Bonnie said looking back, now grinding against me even harder than before. "Fill me Jack, fill my cunt, shoot that hot rich cream inside my pussy!"

I began doing so, feeling the precious spurts of my semen as it exploded from my cock, shooting deep into her depths, as she suddenly liquefied herself, now bathing my prick as I continued to fuck her, quite sloppily I might add now, as we stood there against the tree. I almost collapsed, finally stepping back, seeing the mingled traces of our combined pleasures running down between her legs. And she too looked about ready to topple over, worrying me for a moment that she actually might.

"Whew, I need to sit down for a moment," she informed me, and then staggered back to the table with my help, nearly collapsing down on the bench when we got there. "I guess I'm finally starting to feel my age," she announced. And frankly, I was again concerned as oddly enough, she did look suddenly older, not by much...but a little. Enough so I was genuinely concerned for her well-being. She saw the look in my eyes, smiling and reassuring me however. "I'll be fine Jack, just a little winded is all. Been a while since I've had or enjoyed as intense as an orgasm as that one was. Not even the one I gave myself last night was half as good."

"I know what you mean," I agreed though still somewhat concerned. Moments later however, she seemed to have recovered fully looking a bit more like herself.

"Well, I probably should get going here," she told me. "When is it you're leaving again?" She asked.

"First thing in the morning," I said. "As nice as it is up here, I thought I'd at least spend another day before I start the journey back home again."

"Oh well...I may not see you again then," she explained. "I'm driving back into town this evening, have to pick up a few supplies. Planning on staying the night there, returning sometime late in the afternoon."

I was sorry to hear that, and told her so, though she leaned over kissing me, not in a motherly way either, but deeply, passionately actually making me feel light-headed.

"It was really nice meeting you, getting to know you Jack," she told me. "I'll miss seeing you around here."

"Ditto that," I responded back, and then stood there watching her go, realizing as she did, that I would indeed miss seeing her very much.

Another name now added to my ever-growing list.

I was indeed sorry to have to go without seeing her again, or in saying goodbye. But it was indeed time for me to begin the return trip home. I'd already used up most of my vacation days, and wouldn't have the luxury to continue to spend a lot of time any place else. Though I did plan on one more two-day stop in Oregon, and then a straight shot down through Nevada, and back into Utah the following day afterwards.

With as much time and effort as I'd put into fixing up and remodeling the van, I was a little disappointed in "Becky" when I lost a water-pump just outside of Eugene Oregon heading back. I was standing there by the side of the road now kicking myself in the ass for not owning or having a cell phone with me when I saw someone approaching in a car. I could only hope they would stop, and either let me use their cell phone if they had one, or drive me on into town where I could schedule a tow.

I was delighted when I saw the car slow, and then veer over towards me pulling up just in front. I walked over leaning in through the passenger window. A little old lady sat behind the wheel. She had light golden eyes, smiling at me.

"Need a lift?" she asked.

"I do yes, unless you have a cell phone I could borrow in order to call a tow for my van. Lost a water pump."

"Don't have a phone, never saw the need for one of those contraptions, but more than happy to give you a lift. "Dave's Place the best mechanic and tow service around here, just a few miles away. Happy to take you that far anyway, I live just across the street from there, you can wait there while they're towing your van in, and then fixing it."

I thanked her for her hospitality and then did so. A short time later I ran into Dave's Place, which is just what the sign read, and made arrangements for the tow and the repair. Needless to say, it would take the rest of the day and more than likely not be ready until the following day, as Dave had to send over to the next town for the necessary parts, as he didn't stock them himself.

"Damn," I said as I walked out the door, though pleased to see the older gal was still waiting for me. I realized then I still didn't know her name...and wondered.

"Might not be ready until tomorrow," I told her. "Is there a cheap inexpensive hotel or motel around here I can check into?" I then asked.

"Yeah...my place," she said easily. "The only decent motel around here closed down a few years ago. There's one other...but I wouldn't recommend it. A lot of down on their luck homeless people staying there now, run down enough as it is, but also a lot of bad characters, robberies, things like that. Best you spend the night with me at my place."

"You sure? It wouldn't be any sort of imposition on you?"

"Nope, not at all. Glad to have the company, especially at my age," she laughed. I judged her to be well into her seventies, perhaps eighties even, though she seemed spry enough even then. "By the way...my names Bernice," she said, and you are?"

"Jack," I said, not at all surprised to hear her say that, not surprised at all.

Her place was indeed pretty close, just around the corner in fact. A small, old, but well maintained redbrick building. "Cute place," I told her admiring the décor as she led me inside.

"Thank you, I like it," she responded back. "Spare bedroom's upstairs, next to mine," she said smiling a bit more than she should have perhaps, though I didn't comment on what she said. "There's a shower in this one too," she added showing me in.

"This is really nice of you," I responded back. "Is there some way I can pay you?"

"I won't take your money...don't need it. But if there's something else I can think of you might be able to do for me, I'll let you know before you leave," she said simply, and then walked out closing the door behind her.

"Really strange," I thought to myself. "Bernice, and with the same color of eyes as everyone else. Bet she still has a bush too...though I bet it's gray and not brown now," I said to myself, and then just as quickly shook my head. Even my thoughts were starting to get strange here as I considered the unthinkable.

I enjoyed the shower, it had after all been several days now since I'd last had one. Stepping out of the small yet functional bathroom, I noticed that the sheets had been turned down on the bed. A fresh set of towels lay waiting for me there as well. I laughed. It was barely five in the afternoon. "I wonder if she goes to bed early and is expecting me too!" I thought.

I dressed into the last clean set of clothes I still had, and then wandered downstairs with the intent of asking her where a good place to eat was. She was busy cooking when I came down.

"Hope you're hungry," she stated. "And hope you like country fried chicken, I have my own secret recipe," she said laughing.

I was suddenly famished, and a little surprised. There were heaps of fresh mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, salad, not to mention an enormous platter full of chicken. Bernice opened a bottle of wine, and then sat down across from me. "Well? Dig in!" she said looking amused. So I did.

We enjoyed a fabulously cooked dinner along with the wine, and even our conversation was pleasant, friendly. After only a couple of hours sitting there with her, I felt I had known her all of my life. The wine had made me a bit sleepy however, and with a full day's drive ahead of me, plus a few hours more before I got home, I decided to turn in to bed.

"Goodnight," I bade Bernice and headed upstairs to bed, though she followed me.

"My bedtime too," she said smiling, and then turned into her room just before I walked into mine. I noticed then there weren't any locks on the doors, though I chastised myself for even thinking that. "She might be a little old, but she's obviously not thinking about that!" I told myself, and then stripped down, sliding into a very nice, very comfortable, down filled bed. I was asleep in minutes.

I was dreaming, or at least I thought I was anyway. And of course it was a very, very erotic dream. I was out in the middle of a grassy meadow, the bright sunshine warm to my skin. I was naked...but so to were the rest of them, all of them. Becky, Brenda, Barbra, Bernadette, Bonnie...Bernice. All of them, and then I was fucking all of them, not one after the other, but somehow all at once. It was confusing as I could feel each one of them simultaneously, yet differently too. And then I woke up, my eyes popping open when I did.

Bernice was sucking my cock, and it felt wonderful.

I didn't exactly panic, but I did try sitting up. "Bernice?"

"Shh, just lay back, relax...enjoy this," she murmured quietly. "This is what I wanted to do, how you can repay me. Nothing else...nothing more. Just let an old lady enjoy herself doing this," she stated.

I was grateful that it was reasonably dark inside the room, though the moon was nearly full outside now. But I was also ashamed and embarrassed by that. It wasn't that Bernice was unattractive for her age, she actually was. But it was the thought of allowing an older woman, someone who could have easily been my own grandmother, at the very least forty to fifty some odd years to sit here and be doing this that was bothering me. Certainly not the way that it felt. If anything, this woman knew how to suck a man's cock, and was doing it better than anyone I had ever known, or ever been with before.

Somewhat in a daze still, and especially at the way she was licking and fondling my dick, whatever reservations I initially might have had, suddenly evaporated away. I simply succumbed to the exquisite ministrations of this lovely woman's mouth, tongue and lips as she drove me over the brink. Moments later I was filling her mouth with my cream, worried for a minute that I might drown her because of it, as much as there obviously was. To my surprise however, she stayed with it, draining every last precious drop from my dick, and then some, before sitting up where I could just make out her face. Once again, I felt like I was hallucinating, her eyes almost seemed to be glowing there in the darkness, this deep golden sheen that took on a very eerie characteristic.

"I'll leave you to sleep now," she said crawling out of the bed. "Sleep tight...see you in the morning." And with that, Bernice left the room closing the door behind her.

When I got up, she was gone, but she'd left me a note. "Sorry I couldn't stay to say good morning to you, but I had errands to run...busy day. Already called about your van, Dave said it would be ready around nine or so. Have a safe trip back home, and again...thank you, I enjoyed myself. Love, "B". She'd signed it.

With that I finished dressing and wandered over to the shop, which was just around the corner. Sure enough Dave was just then pulling my van out into the lot to park it.

"All done," he said smiling, and then looked at me. "Where'd you end up sleeping anyway?" He asked. "Don't really have any accommodations around here anymore, so was kind of wondering about that.

"Oh yeah, well," I said a bit sheepishly. "You know that older gal that lives around the corner from here in that red-bricked house? Her names Bernice? I spent the night at her place."

He considered that for a moment, thinking. "Don't know the name...can't say's I've ever heard it. And the house doesn't sound familiar either. Where'd you say it was?"

"Just around the corner, almost on the corner in fact. A small white house with a picket fence around it, and then next to that one, Bernice's place."

Once again he looked at me a bit oddly. "Sorry, for as long as I've lived here, there's only been a field next to that old place. Certainly no red-bricked house that I remember!"

I paid for the repairs on the van, and then immediately drove back around the block. Sure enough, it was just as he'd said. Big field, no redbrick house. I sat there staring, looking around, trying to see if I'd somehow gotten confused and lost directions or something. But no. As I sat looking back where I'd come from, it was the very same view I had seen as I walked down the porch, only there wasn't a porch any more to have walked down from. Shivers ran up and down my spine as I put the van into gear and headed off at a brisk pace down the road.

I'll be the first to admit it, I was suddenly scared as hell. I'd either been hallucinating, or I was suffering some sort of delusional brain aneurism. That...or I'd actually entered the Twilight Zone, which I was beginning to believe I had. Especially after everything I had now experienced, which was starting to pile up. Starting with all the women I had met whose names all started with a B!

I knew there and then, I would drive my ass straight home, no more stops except perhaps to pee, and even then, only at a rest stop or restaurant where there would be other people. Even then, I wasn't sure who or what I might actually run into!

I had been driving for several hours and was just starting to calm down and convince myself I was fine, and that nothing else weird was going to happen to me, not before I got home anyway. Which is when I crested the rise on a hill starting down the other side. Ahead of me in the road, it appeared that someone had hit a dog, which was simply lying there in the middle of the road. "Now what?" I thought, though feeling sorry for the dog. I had plenty of time to correct my course and drive around it, which I began to do, when I suddenly saw it lift its head up.

"Fuck! Someone hit a dog and just left it to die there!" I thought to myself.

I'd always had a soft-heart for animals anyway, and I sure as hell couldn't leave one sitting there in the road dying, and have some other car or truck come by and hit it again. If nothing else, I'd at least move the poor creature off to the side of the road, and then if it didn't look like it could be helped, I'd at the very least put it out of its misery myself, though I wasn't looking forward to that.

I slowed down pulling over and stopping. Once again seeing the dog lift its head looking over towards me. It appeared to be a Golden Retriever, advanced in age perhaps by the look of it. As it had either been hit by a car, or so old and feeble it had gone off some place to die. I'd heard how many animals did that when it came to be their time. Maybe it hadn't made it as far as it had wanted to before collapsing just where it lay. I wandered over, but noticed immediately there wasn't any sign of blood anywhere. And even more strangely, the dog lay there wagging its tail.

"What's the matter girl? You hurt? Lost? You dying?" I asked and then let her sniff my hand as I held it out to her. She licked it in addition to that, and then lay back down again. "Well, we can't have that now can we?" I said. "I have to move you sweetheart, or someone for sure will come by and hit you with their car. If you're too weak to move, how about I help you?"

Once again she lifted up her head, looking at me almost appreciatively. I picked her up, considered briefly moving her off to one side, and then new immediately that I couldn't do that either.

"Shit," I said to myself. "Sure as hell can't leave you here either!" She wore no collar, had no identification on her at all. Perhaps she did have one of those chips embedded beneath her skin however. So if nothing else, if I could find some sort of an animal hospital in the next town, maybe they could locate her owners. If nothing else, at least she'd have someone who'd perhaps be able to do something for her, if not for humanely putting her down at the very least. Better than me having to do it anyway.

I then carried her over to the van and sat her down in the passenger seat next to me. She seemed to curl up, even giving off a relaxing sigh as she settled down there on the seat. I walked back around, got in the van and headed off down the road once again, wondering if the next town I came to might indeed have some sort of veterinarian.

We'd been on the road for a while when she actually sat up in her seat. I was surprised by that for one thing, as she actually looked a hundred percent better than when I'd first seen her.

"It's ok girl...next town, we'll get you some help," I assured her reaching over to pet her.

"Jack, I need to talk to you while I still can."

I nearly ran off the road. I stared at the radio, but the song I'd been listening to was still playing. I turned it off, staring at the dog.

"Maybe you'd better pull over." The dog said, "Before you kill us both."

I did that, shaking like a leaf, for sure now that my head was about to explode or something, expecting some sort of cosmic collapse that would steal my soul or melt my mind into oatmeal. If that hadn't already happened.

"You need to listen to me Jack, I have a lot to tell you, and not too much time before I can't do that anymore. Times running out on me."

"You really can talk...but, but you're just a dog!" I spoke to her as though I wasn't, still speaking to myself, or some psycho version of myself anyway.

"Well for the time being...yes, I can. Now please, listen. Like I said, I don't have a whole lot of time."

I had managed to pull the van off the road well out and away from the main highway. But I was still shaking like a leaf as I sat there staring at the dog, listening to her speak, which she began doing. Oddly enough, she had the exact same eyes as every woman I had met along the way.

"My name is Rebecca, and yes...I'm a very special breed of Golden Retriever. And I'm not the only one...there's several of us, though not near as many as you might believe."

"I'm not sure what I believe at the moment," I told her, though she continued on anyway.

"You see Jack, my species, well...this particular species of dog and not all dogs either by the way, and not all Golden's either. Just a few. We have this certain ability. We have the ability to shape change for one. I can turn into just about anything, for short periods of time before reverting back to what I truly am. A dog. But I can also create things, not real things, dimensional things, things which seem real, and while they exist, are real. But then they too eventually go away. The thing about that is, whenever I do shape change it weakens me a little. Not a lot, just a little, as it does whenever I create things. Small things don't take nearly as much energy as it does when I attempt to do much bigger things. Sort of like the difference between a dozen eggs and a red brick house. Understand?"

I was beginning to. But at the same time, not sure I wanted to. "Yeah, well...sort of," I said talking to a dog.

"Good. Now then, there's more."

"Why am I not surprised."

"Please Jack, listen to me...I really don't have too much longer, the sun will be setting soon, and then I won't be able to speak to you anymore."

"Why's that?"

"You ever heard of a Blue Moon?"

"Yes, of course. They call it that whenever there are two full moons within the same month. At least I think that's what it means."

"Well, it's because of that, that my species, my kind has been given a very special gift. During the phase of a Blue Moon, we are able to shape-shift, speak, and very often turn into people. Which I've been doing ever since I first met you back there on the road."

"Becky?"

"That was one of me yes. But you see Jack, there's something else that is both a blessing as well as a curse. While we're in human form, we can experience and enjoy all the wonderful, natural things that you humans take so much for granted. The gift of love, and pleasure for one thing. But it costs us to do so. Even more so than when we create dimensional illusions. Whenever we have an orgasm, in particular a really intensely satisfying orgasm, it ages us. Or rather it ages the human body we've created. That's why I kept appearing to you as a different, slightly older woman, so that you wouldn't freak out upon seeing me after we'd been together."

"You mean the way I'm freaking out now?" I said hearing the tone in my voice raise about three octaves. "You're sitting here telling me, as a dog speaking...that the women I've been with, were all one and the same. You...a dog," I added shuddering at the thought.

"Not exactly Jack, though in a way yes. While human, I am human, not a dog. She yipped. "Sorry, it's starting to happen sooner than I hoped for. But yes Jack, yes, we were...or I was rather," she said, though I heard a yip come to the end of her sentence once again. "My time is growing short jack, as soon as the moon makes a full appearance, I'll be a dog again, unable to speak. For the moment, I still have these memories, these thoughts. But in a couple of days, those too will be gone. And I will indeed simply be a dog again. Until the arrival of the next Blue Moon, and then for those of us, of our species, we'll once again be able to shape-change, and live for a time at least, as humans again."

I just sat there looking at Rebecca, or at least the name she went by. She was still a dog, albeit a talking dog. And I still wasn't sure if I was imagining all this. It was a very real possibility that I was.

"So you're telling me then, you could have stayed as being just Becky, but that after every time we made love, and you climaxed, you'd have grown a little older."

"Yes, if I'd remained in that body, you'd have simply seen the same woman age over the course of the Blue Moon, though aging more and more rapidly towards the end, the more often we actually made love, or that I had an orgasm."

"Bernice!" I said. To which she laughed at.

"Yeah, maybe now you understand that a bit more. I was already weak enough as it was, especially after creating the house and the car...all that. Another orgasm with you, and I'd have been barely able to even get around. Even in dog form it was bad enough. I had barely enough strength to turn myself into a bird, fly on up ahead as far as I dared, before collapsing there in the road just ahead of you. I didn't want you to pass me by Jack, I wanted to talk to you while I still could, try and explain everything. I grew to love you Jack. Does that scare you? Surprise you?"

"A little," I honestly told Rebecca. "I mean shit...you are after all still a dog."

"For the most part...yes Jack. I am. But I sense that you do have a love of animals, do you not?"

"Yeah, I do...but I ah...well to put it bluntly Rebecca, I don't exactly run around having sex with animals either."

"No, I hope you never do Jack. But you need to know. When I'm human, I really am human. That's not an illusion, it's real. But I'm only able to do that, and everything else I do, during the course of a Blue Moon."

"Maybe that's where they get the saying from," I quipped trying to still gather my wits about me regarding all this.

"Maybe," Rebecca barked. The moon just then beginning to make an appearance in the night sky.

"So, now what?" I asked.

"Well, I guess that's up to you Jack. I really would like to be your dog, and your human companion to when I can be. But you need to know a couple of things about that too. I will never, ever appear in that form to anyone that knows you, or might know me. I will revert back into my normal form even during the course of the Blue moon, or perhaps some other person or animal even. But under no circumstances will I ever reveal my Blue Moon self to anyone but you. Secondly, nothing I create is permanent, remember that. What seems real, and is real for the duration of it, isn't. Think you can wrap your head around that one and accept it? In other words, I'm not a Genie Jack, I don't grant wishes."

"Ok, I sort of get that part. But tell me this...where you dying back there on the road or what? I mean, you look pretty good at the moment, even if you're a dog now."

"Well (woof...woof) I ah, wasn't (woof) dying, if that's what you meant. I've still got a goodly number of (woof woof) dog years ahead of me. But like any of my breed...they are dog years Jack, so eventually yes, I will die, (woof) just as in time...you will. (Woof!) What I was doing, was getting some (woof) strength back, which with the onset of the moon, it brings me.

"Oh good, so you're not dying then."

"Not (woof) just yet anyway. Now...one more thing while I still can Jack, (woof). Like I said, tomorrow, I won't be able to speak, but I still may have a few lingering memories of all this...but only for a couple of days at best. After that, they too will (woof) fade away, until the next Blue Moon. So...as far as you're concerned about me (woof) I will be a dog Jack, just a dog. Can you? (Woof) Will you? Accept that?" (Woof)

"I think so. Yes...I can. And I have to ask, do I actually call you Rebecca then?"

(Woof!) She said, and then licked my hand.​