What does it mean to possess something? Does it truly belong to the person holding it? Are people even in control of their selves, their emotions? Just like beauty is in the eye of the beholder, possession is nine|tenths.
I couldn't help but wonder about some of the foreign exchange students I knew as I grew up. The girls, I mean. I was busy trying to get into their American friends' panties. I always wondered who was trying to get into theirs. So I wrote a little fantasy about that. It's probably a bit over the top. But after all, it was MY fantasy.
A silly story of how a couple of diving bums (a young man and woman in this case) find an unknown species of dragons. The story is fun, about how some interesting dragons affect many on their way to influencing the attitudes of many. What would you do if you met a real live dragon? You won't be titillated or shocked by this one, So close to PG it's a small p.