’ Now it was my turn to blush. A warning light was flashing in my mind, telling me to get up and go back to my own room, even if it meant sleeping o... the floor, before things got out of hand. ‘Do you still want me to stay?’ ‘Yeah,’ I breathed, mentally turning off the alarm. Maybe Della had been right all along. Maybe I was curious. I remembered watching the two of them on the bed and my urge to caress Della’s ass. If I had stayed, would I have given in and seen where it all led? I couldn’t. .. what had it been? No matter. It was her fault. She just wouldn't listen to him. Nobody listened to him.His wife, Georgia, was laying on the floor, one eye swollen shut, whenVictor heard a voice say, "Don't seem you respect your marriage much."Victor turned on the voice, but saw nothing, until he heard, "Down here."Victor looked down and saw a two foot man, dressed all in green."Who are you?" he demanded."Patty, the leprechaun." Right. Leprechaun or not, no one insults me in my own. ‘First thing, we’ll get Nathan’s bits done.’ She led me to an outdoors type shop and dragged me inside. I must admit, I was nonplussed, ‘What are we doing here?’ ‘Nathan’s instructions. We’re replacing your wardrobe, but he insisted we need a few things from here. So I’m getting it out the way and then we can have some fucking fun!’ I laughed. I still found it funny when Erica swore. Anyway, we bought two pairs of heavy walking boots, several pairs of thick woollen socks, a Fair Isles jumper. At least he had the weekend to look forward to and could catch up on his sleep.The last straw had been turning on his sink and, instead of the nice clear stream he expected, getting a tiny trickle of brownish-looking water. He cursed to himself, but welcomed the distraction. This, at least, was a problem he knew how to fix and could apply a genuine solution to.Pulling his toolbox out of the shed, he headed down into the cellar. The moon was full and huge in the sky that night. Somewhere from.