Some time later, Colin makes a call back

"I don't care if she's left for the day," Colin snapped at the receptionist over the phone. "I
need to get a hold of... uh." He mentally cursed his weird forgetfulness and crumpled the
research paper in his hand as he snatched it. "Dr. Amy Jefferson. Give me her cell or something,
she needs to get out here to make sense of what's happening here."

"I'm sorry sir," the rattled receptionist answered, "I can't give out that information, I
need--"

"Look, this is an emergency and she's the only one who can help. I'm District Ranger Colin
Matheson at the Silver Lake Park outside Azure Rocks, I can even give you my ID number and
relevant department officials who can verify that I am who I say I am, and I'm telling you, I
need to talk to Dr. Jefferson, immediately."

Colin heard the distinct bluster of breath of a sigh over the phone mic, along with an
accompanying annoyed grunt. "I don't think I'm allowed to do this, but only because Dr. Jefferson
said Silver Lake might call..." The receptionist went silent for a beat, then recited a phone
number. Colin scribbled it in haste.

"Thank you!" he said.

"Only if I don't get fired for revealing personal records." Then the call suddenly ended, but
Colin didn't notice. He already began dialing Amy Jefferson.

"Hello?" came the uncertain and youthful voice. Colin was still taken aback by that. If she was
as young as she sounded, she must be a child prodigy to have heading her own research team on
government grants.

"Dr. Jefferson!"

"Yes? Wait, is this Ranger Matheson?"

"Yes ma'am, we talked earlier about you, uh... zoonotic erotophilia paper? Look, I know this is
unorthodox and your receptionist didn't want to give me your cell, but--"

"Greg will get a raise if you have interesting news!" She became excited, downright chipper, to
Colin's ears.

"I'd say a meadow of wildflowers appearing from nowhere and grass that refuses to grow is pretty
interesting." Colin could almost see her wide eyes of astonishment.

"My god, I might be right..." she whispered. "Look, Ranger Matheson--"

"Please, Colin's fine, ma'am."

She chuckled. "Then stop calling me ma'am, I'm not that old. I'm Amy!" Colin let a smile loose
on his face. "Okay, Colin, I'm going to request some leave here from the office. I can be out
there in a few days, and see how many people I can take with me. We need to see this!"

"I guarantee those flowers will still be here when you arrive, Amy."

"And there might be something more! Keep in touch!"

"Will do." Colin hung up, then inhaled deeply, wrinkling his nose. Jeez, that musk even
in the office here, he remarked. God it's strong.

Trying to take his mind off of it, he busied himself with random papers on his desk. His mind wandered to Jennifer, and a pang of sympathy hit him. What the department did was unfair, saddling her with so much work and no one to spare to assist her. Not even a transfer from another district, since they were down another ranger. I'm sure budget cuts will be the excuse, and we'll probably be seeing more before this mess is over.

He remembered Jennifer saying something about checking out some kids at a cabin before she hopped on her motorcycle and sped away. Colin had watched her go, although, he didn't remember being so preoccupied with the act. He didn't remember how fascinated he was with her blonde tresses as she poured them into her helmet, or her toned backside as it thundered on the seat cushion.

"She does have a fine ass," Colin said aloud, then slapped his palm over his mouth. The hell did I say?

Unfortunately for him, said ass refused to leave his thoughts, and they only degenerated from there. Soon, it wasn't bouncing so much on the seat as it was in his lap, with his erection disappearing into her inner folds as a sheet of blonde cascaded down her naked back. Colin leaned back in his chair, and wondered where this reverie had come from, but in short order he had his cock out and furiously thought of fucking his friend over his desk.

A knock at the door catapulted him back to reality. Shaken, he glanced at the clock, telling him that it was past nine, and well beyond office hours. He gathered himself and stood, making his way toward the door.

"Hello, can I help you?" Colin said as he swung the door open.