‘You never treated me this way before.’ ‘I have a lot to make up for. Are you really going to take me back?’ ‘I’m older and wiser. I don�...t go for that ‘God will provide’ stuff any more. If we are back together, you are marrying me, getting a respectable job, and settling down.’ Her eyes were wide, curious about my response. I didn’t answer right away, sipping my wine and thinking. ‘Being out on the road, doing jobs now and then, discovering the country, has a good feel to it.’ She waited for. “Who the fuck wouldn’t like Irlene? I like all three of them,” Mr. Simmons didn’t want to talk anymore. He drank his beer, lit his smoke, and watched TV.“I just have one question for you,” Mrs. Simmons still had one question.My Mom’s smirk suggested she was thinking, “Great! Finally, you have a question!”“Why are you doing this for us?” Mrs. Simmons wanted to know what we would get out of it.The one question she asked wasn’t about why her daughter was naked and hadn’t packed a bag. I didn’t. Tom’s eyes must have been popped out of his skull at her beauty. There she was; Chloe Foster’s doppelganger. Chloe had on tight blue jeans and a grey shirt that fit a little loosely to allow easy access for his hands, but it still covered her tits. Speaking of, her body was exactly like it looked in the picture that sent to Mr. Gill as a reference for what she was to look like. Her blonde, shoulder length hair was right too. Without even seeing, Tom was sure she had the black bra and matching. The red glow intensified, once again hiding the tiny Faerie’s shape. The Queen smiled momentarily before growing serious. ‘Most humans do not even believe in Faeries anymore. Much less devote any time to us. You, on the other hand, have cultivated a wonderful garden and dedicated it to the Faeries. You leave regular offerings of milk and honey and you talk to us. It is for these things that I have chosen you.’ ‘Chosen me for what?’ She took a step closer to him. The cloud of tiny Faeries that.