It was slightly disconcerting hearing the relish in their voces as they described his (my) predicament.At least it was a change from the usual songs w... had written; as Lori had said, ‘the angst of failed teenage romance’. Although this was certainly about ‘failed romance’; it was quite different from our previous songs. By the time we decided we should get some sleep; we had the beginnings of what I thought was a good song. The train had just stopped at Goulburn; not to let passengers on or. . well, it's a time to share with people you love ... and we were wondering if maybe you were thinking ... about going to visit anyone special that weekend ... because ... well..." Something was going on. Rhonda was simply never that hesitant about asking for something—especially with my folks."I think I see where this is going," Mom said. "Could it be that my two daughters are thinking that if Mom and Dad go off for the weekend to visit someone special, that you might be called upon to, shall. Vikkor and I had spoken about her as if she weren't in the room. She wasn't so much furniture and I was going to prove it.I had laid a hand on her trim belly, to help comfort her as I did my girls. She could hear just fine and I was about to speak directly to her, but before I could utter a word something happened. I could feel her anxiety, her fear through our touch. It had served to strengthen the connection I had with my girls and apparently it allowed me to truly know something of her too.. "Hi. I'm Pixie, Bella's astral sprite." Pixie was topless, with the tiniest of breasts and a minuscule pair of tinsel-covered silver panties. Her blonde tresses were worn as a chignon and around her slender neck was a triple pearl choker. Her blue-purple eyes were almost luminous. She took her silver-shafted fairy wand and stroked its tip along Bella's glistening quim. "Whenever my mistress gets up to something naughty, I usually come along for the ride. We've done all our naughtiest things.