Chapter 77

A month later, Coop was feeling the strain of exhaustion. Every weekend, he spent in the grove, camping by day, far enough away from Kyla that no metal or plastic from his tent would contaminate the grove. As soon as the sun went down, he met up with Kyla, and they would go off to the sacred glade and make love. They'd done things he'd always dreamed of but never believed were possible - his little nymph was utterly uninhibited. Oral, anal, tied up with silken cords - there seemed to be nothing she didn't enjoy. They also spent a surprising amount of time just talking. Coop told her everything about his life, and even though she'd never seen a city, never visited a university, she was bright enough to understand when he complained about campus politics, uninspired students or the silly antics of his cousins, nephews and nieces. She even introduced him to other dryads from the grove, and he spent time talking to them as well. He enjoyed every moment he spent with Kyla, but the schedule