He focused on the remnants of the hard amber liquid on his tongue and tried to understand how Nick could prefer rum over a good malt whiskey. That’s...when the still nameless woman got up and returned to her own table, Mel yet again left alone and spending most of his time trying to keep track of Tracy as she swirled across the crowded floor.The band continued a succession of songs, never one being a slow song he could dance with Tracy. Mel eventually found he was unable to focus, was feeling hot. And they’re loyal.”“I can make an illusion,” Kora said. “And so can you, Aingeal.”“Faerie illusions don’t work on them. They’re not living creatures. And they have keen senses. They don’t just rely on vision. If you’re not careful, Kora, they could see other clues: footprints left on the ground, hear noises, smell scents.”“Ah,” my sister said. “That would make it ... difficult.”“Well, we can sneak past them,” Zanyia suggested. “I’m good at that.”“Not all of us are,” I said.“You are very good at. I think it hasa mind of its own. I'm watching all this in the reflection of themirror, almost like a disinterested bystander, except for thebutterflies flitting about in my tummy, and the naughty fairies dancingaround in my pretty little head."Oooooooooooo!!" My my, judging by your reaction you must be thinking some very naughtythoughts in that pretty little head of yours, Darling! Such a naughtynaughty girl!" she teases. Then, with a dreamy look in her eyes, "As amatter of fact, I can hardly. "Your whispering tickled my ear. I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate on returning your serve until after we have sex. Perhaps we can come back to the courts later." Could it have anything to do with my finger in your ass?" Absolutely not, stop talking about my ass. We'll have sex and come back." I'll stop talking about your ass if you'll stop pushing your skirt down. I like seeing your panties when the wind blows your skirt up."She smiled smugly as the wind lifted her skirt. "You have the.