She was dressed up as was Mr. Smith. They had been somewhere nice previously or perhaps were going somewhere later. Karen wore a slim black skirt that...ended just above her knees, a light gray sheer blouse, black three inch strappy heels with a half-inch platform and super sexy off-black pantyhose. Damn her legs looked good enough to eat in those pantyhose.I was at the door before they were and held it open for them as I introduced myself. I told them I was very happy to be delivering their new. The warmth of the sun soaked up through her towel making it feel like a heated blanket.As she straightened out her space, she heard him make some sound, obviously surprised. Looking up at him, she saw his gaze focused further up the beach, his jaw slack. Turning her head she saw what he was fixated on. One of the people up the beach was a woman, standing there looking out at the ocean, completely nude. She was short and slim with blond hair that came down to her chin. It was obvious she was. I came out wearing a t-shirt and sweats and apologized to her.She said, “Oh, it’s completely fine, and you have a really good body. You shouldn’t be hiding it,” and winked at me. I was a little confused and happy at the same time. She had come to give some dosa she made for breakfast. Since her husband was out with his friends, she joined us for breakfast.At the table, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she said. I was sitting right opposite her, and we were exchanging casual glances at each. You have a fine son." We left the next day, a dozen or so of us mounted on good horses. We saw no brigands, dangerous animals gave us a wide berth, and so we came swiftly to Elf Home!" He fell silent for a moment, gazing into the fire."Elf Home! How can I describe it to you as I first saw it? A level valley, nearly round, all ringed about by sheer mountains. As though the peaks had been allowed to rise by some slow garden magic that had pruned and watered and nurtured them like a great stone.