I was beginning to like the idea that Stacy would be gone for the next few days. Helluva thing. I walked her to her door. She turned, kissed me, and ...ave me a look. I knew the look. She stepped inside her door and held it open, actually leaning back against it. I shrugged. I entered. She closed the door. She gave me another look. I followed her into the kitchen. She poured two glasses of wine. We sipped them silently for a long two minutes. "So," I said, "do I get to fuck my lawyer?" . Since as far as I knew these three weren’t human but Elves. You shouldn’t trust Elves. That’s what my mother had taught me, but she always refused to give any real reason for that. Okay, I probably shouldn’t say that to them - especially when two of them are pointing at me with their crossbows that look almost like toys to me. Except that the arrows look very real and they would probably hurt a lot if they’d hit you. If you didn’t die immediately, of course.“Never trust the Elves, my mother. Winona trembled because she recognized it immediately as a training "spur" used to urge mounts to renewed efforts without the danger of marking them or causing injury. She had never personally used one on any of her mounts because she knew how painful they were to the animals she loved so very much. All of the mentor girls looked at Winona and giggled and laughed because they know she was in store for an interesting "ride".Mrs. Finch was there with her ever-present riding whip and she tapped it. I of course had acted as if I knew exactly where that was. I have to admit geography was not my strongest subject in school or in life. I had to go home and look it up on the map. There it was. Keep going through Maine, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and then across open ocean leading to Newfoundland. We had our first Christmas together and then you were returning home to Canada for a visit. I was pleased and surprised when you asked me to join you and meet your family. I just wondered how we were.