“Oh,” she said and then paused for a minute, not knowing what to say to that, but her eyes retained their curious look. “So, ah ... where could ... find your ... works?” she asked finally.I laughed. “On the internet,” I said. “Let me write down some of the sites you can find me on.” I reached for my handbag, trying to get a pen and something to write on out of it, which proved difficult with a hand full of CDs. Seeing my struggle, she came closer and held the disks for me. I scribbled a few URLs. Finally though we were in the lounge of the cottage and I flopped down on the bed settee she'd brought especially for me until I was able to get up the stairs again!Pushing me gently onto my back, she kissed me tenderly,"Did you enjoy that?" Brilliant sweet Jen" I said softly, "It was a great night, thank you!" Was?"She stood up and slipped the gown off her shoulders,"I've got news for you mister"She stepped out of it and stood there proudly, hands on hips, naked breasts glistening with a. I've meant to post it on FictionMania for quite sometime, but kept forgetting where it was at in my files. Well, I found it,and here it is.The story does require some familiarity with the books/movies made fromthe Hunger Games series, if only to understand what's required of the maincharacter. ***Mickey was ecstatic! He was just leaving a little place he found off thebeaten path in the mall, a small shop called Spells-R-Us. The old manbehind the counter had sold him the lamp for such a. As I said, he had never acted this way before, of course I’d never been around him without any pants or underwear on. The fact that I had just come off my menstrual cycle may have contributed to it; possibly he’d picked up the scent, I don’t really know, just a guess. All I do know is he walked with me into the kitchen making a lot of whimpering sounds. In the kitchen, he scampered in front of me and I almost tripped over him, losing a couple of the towels. I yelled at him again and tried to.