The highlight is a kids' sleep-overon Friday night! Hee hee ? childless - what an event! But, on Friday? Wemake it home and despite my resolve to stay...up, shortly after supper I feelunusually sleepy. You encourage me to go to bed and I drag myself up,decide to take a quick shower, then decide in favour of brushing teeth. Ahhhwhat a chore! I collapse on our bed. Blessed silence. Now if I couldjust have some wet dream ?A la carte? ? wishful thinking ? soft darkness embracesme. I wake up ? I'm. Two tiny triangles of white covered only the center of her nipples leaving her aureolae exposed. Impossibly thin strands of cut t-shirt stretched from the “cups” around her back and up to her neck. Every square inch of the delicious curves of her boobs glistened in the sun. As I went to dump the water on her, she grabbed the bucket in one hand, squeezed my package quickly with the other, and then dumped it over her chest. As she threw her chest out, the strain popped the fragile strings,. "May you hate what you love" is the usual imperial interpretation of the Sylvan utterance, but the two languages don't really translate well or cleanly with each other and the exact terminology of the curse is open for some debate. Still, it's said to be one of their very worst, quite on the level with 'interesting times'.Once safely home, I tried to convince myself that I'd just imagined the reappearance of the witch. I'd seen her throat cut and I'd even seen the flames from the cellar flowing. "Hi hi!" the pixie exclaimed as she zipped around Cas, as the confusedelf finally managed to pull herself into a sitting position. "Oh wow!You're super pretty, and I bet really smart. Are you smart? I bet you'resmart, and pretty, and really nice," the pixie said as she zipped about.Cas looked at the pixie with confusion plain on her face. "Who..whothe..." Cas said trying to utter some vague expletive at the vapidintruder, but as she tried to force the insult from her mouth, it died inher.