Hittmeg

     She watched him as he passed by, her earth-dark eyes gazing upon him intently as he strolled through the trees. She did not call out to him, did not make any movement or sound. She did not wish to draw his attention. She wanted only to watch him, undisturbed.     Jen, the singular male of her kind.     A bird flitted through the thick canopy of trees overhead, and she saw him lift his face to watch its flight. Her lips curved into a soft smile as she beheld the warm, golden sunlight that filtered through the leaves overhead and kissed his face in dappled patterns.     Jen was beautiful.     His dark hair and tanned skin were o