"Ann was visibly shocked and slyly admonished, "Now Art, that's none of our business. Just be happy I'm not one of those prudes who'd report these obv...ously playful people. Your surprisingly revived libido is a VERY good sign. Hell, I'll wipe and even wank 'little Art' for you when we get you home. I believe it's good therapy." Well Art, I guess there's no harm in telling you since you're on to us. You see that lovely woman in yellow?" I went on to tell him what all six of us did. His eyes. We'll be meeting her at the cafe', after shift. So get your question's ready, and prepare to be amazed partner.The shift was quiet. No major arrest's, and nothing some arbitration between the complainant's couldn't handle to keep the peace. Mike, and Janet arrive at the cafe', and find Amber Lynn sitting at the same table as they always's did. Janet, Amber say's hugging her. Amber this is Mike. Yes I know I have seen him around. They all sit, and a waitress takes their order's. Amber. I didn’t call your Spokeswoman. She called me. She wants to talk about your trial. It’s got nothing to do with Victor.’ The two women arrived at the Central Police Station and entered the Spokeswoman’s office. At that moment Maria Elena saw the reality of her future close-up, because a badly beaten criminal was lying face-down on a foldable table that looked like a padded massage table. He was very young, perhaps even younger than Maria Elena. His bottom and the top part of his thighs were a. Most in fact, the minor Fae, were barely brighter or more self-aware than a pampered rich lady’s lap dog. The younger, less important and immature fairies are perhaps the worst in both regards. They tend to the minor almost trivial tasks of nature, eternally young and invariably jaw-dropping beautiful, but exactly like a gorgeous house with absolutely no furniture in it. I guess if you spend a few hundred or a thousand subjective years living in a rock, tree, meadow or a small pond, then you’d.