A few hours pass and I get the understanding nothing has happened but this meeting on Friday night is starting to play on my mind. Do I confront her, ...o I leave it, what the hell do I do.As the week passes I decide the best thing to do is just see what happens maybe they are just emailing about a fantasy and nothing will happen. Friday evening arrives and I get home after a few after work drinks to find Marie getting ready for a night out with the girls. She asks me to help her choose a dress. She turned and raised her eyebrows. 'Something else?' I asked. 'Settees isn't a plural; it's a possessive, so needs an apostrophe.' 'Sorry?' 'The arm belongs to the settee.' 'Ok. Okay. Where? After the "s"?' 'How many settees have you got?' she said. 'One.' 'No brainer then. There. "The settee's arm". Okay?' she said. 'Yeah, if you say so.' She walked away. She spoke again. She walked away and spoke again. As she walked away she spoke again. As she sashayed past - passed - past - she. “Is he just that dense?'” she pondered to herself, “Or is he just not interested? All he ever seems to think about is work! What do I have to do to get his attention, come in dressed only in a cardboard box?”After months of not getting anywhere with him, she was so annoyed that she was about to give up on him. She decided to make one last attempt to get his attention. She made up her mind that if he did not get it this time, he never would.Chapter Two - “The Night Delivery”It was about two. Who's there?!" Lizzie yelled.The tapping resumed and she slowly looked up at the window above her bed."What the..." Is all that left her mouth when she saw a tiny, six-inch humanoid girl with wings."Am I dreaming?" She asked herself while closing and rubbing her eyes before looking once more at the tiny being before her. The creature smiled and beckoned her to the window as she slowly walked closer."Okay, I know I'm going crazy now", she thought as she opened the window."Hiya!" The creature.