"What if I took you there, dropped you off, went home for a shower and a change of clothes, and picked you up again afterward?" I said."Dr. Mendelssoh... might want you to come in and say hello," she said."Surely not." When you come back for me after my hour, will you come in if I tell you he wants you to?" He won't," I said. "But, sure, just say the word."There hadn't been time for the Baltimore Sun to pick up the story, but the Internet version of the paper already had it when I checked from. It could just be a fling and now she looks like she is 5 months along. So really how the hell do you know she doesn't want me back?” Bill asked.“Well she told me. And really, why now all of the sudde?. You see someone had her since you and you just her want back?” I asked.Then Judy decided to come out in a robe they had for us.“Bill. I don't want to be with you anymore. I waited too damn long for you to be a gentleman. You just took way too much time dragging your feet. I've had enough of you.. Falls hard, too. Had to be the token, now, din't it?"That damn token. It was just an urban legend, right? A myth. A friggin fairy tale. So why did all the guys talk about it as if it were real? And, how otherwise to explain all those weird happenings? All those classy women with repulsive slugs for boyfriends?Down on his luck, Dave was. Since Marianne had dumped him a year or so back, he'd had a long and lonely dry spell. It wasn't that he was that bad looking or anything, just so damn shy. It. But like the ugly ducklings who eventually evolved into the beautiful swans, these women on the island gradually occupied more and more of the Enchantress' attention in the passing years. Not only were the women on the island attractive to gaze at in the first place, the way that they performed their sexual acts with each other, and the passions that they produced were nothing short of amazing to the Enchantress. Simple amusement slowly turned into attraction, and then lust, as she watched.