Drench ... saturate. Those are the only other words I could think of," I said."Even more ewwww," she said, in mock horror."I'm glad you're not mad," I...said. "And I'm sorry if it sounded like I was laying claim to your womb." I'm not mad. It's kind of flattering in a way." A sort of creepy, but not really, kind of way?" I suggested.I know I sounded hopeful. I didn't mean to.It just came out that way.I offered to take them out to lunch, and then go do something fun. While we were eating, I found. When he was nearly finished on the window - he did a very thorough job - the woman got off the bed and slipped on a sexy little black négligée before walking casually out of the room.Rick paused and breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little taken aback by what he had seen, although his throbbing dick reminded him that he had liked the view very much. He counted to ten and climbed down the ladder.He knocked lightly at the front door and a few seconds later the woman answered. "Don't window. The elf girl seemed to be regaining her wits. "L-look" she whispered. A green symbol had appeared on her abdomen. It looked like a narrow oval bisected by a wide line. It was about the size of my palm. She rested her hand on it and closed her eyes. "With this our contract is sealed." Contract? What contract?" I was pretty concerned. Had I just signed away my soul or something? That couldn't be possible, could it? But if elves were real, who the hell knows what else might be possible?Some of my. As I stood outside her front door wondering what to do next( if she was at work I had no idea where, or what, it was), the bloke from next door called out from over the hedge."Hello! I thought you chaps had finished your investigations?" I looked at him blankly. The bloke continued,"I told your Inspector chappie, I've forgotten his name just now, that Mrs.Milton left a week last Thursday." (I assumed Milton was Emma's surname).The man then must have noticed that I was dressed in a track suit.