“Just returning your book.”Her face broke into a grin. “Oh, I’ve been missing that! I ... umm...” Then her eyes went wide. “Umm, I mean th...t’s ... not mine...”I gave her a flat look. “Uh huh ... where’s Eros?”Her eyes went even wider. “Um ... umm ... who?”There was a loud clatter from inside the house, followed by a deep grunt and a higher-pitched yell. Demie! She had gone around the back.“Eros!” Patty quickly opened the door to see her flipped-over coffee table and Demie and Eros fighting.. "As Chris walked toward the house, things grew quiet, and the sound of her newpatent leather shoes clicking across the blacktop was all that was heard."Bet he chickens out!" someone in the group said. "Bet she eats him!" someoneelse said.Chris felt himself trembling just a bit as she walked up the steps to Mrs.Canfield's door. But he had come this far, so he rang the bell.The door swung open, and as Chris said "trick or treat." A sweet,grandmotherly woman of about 73 said, "Hello dear...please. In an interest of self-exploration I squeeze a little firmer on one breast and slightly pinch the hard bud of the nipple on the other. The sheer excitement of feeling this sensation causes a girlish giggle to escape my lips. Which are now rosy from the flood of arousal. My cheeks are also flushed and the contrast against my pale skin is mesmerizing. You take a moment you study my face in the mirror. A mental checklist begins as you take in the sight of the high cheekbones and straight. Time for me to board." This way," he said and led me aboard.The rest of the day was very nice, other than the whole bathroom thing.(Best I could do was a chamber pot and some privacy. Toilet paper? Youdon't really want to know.) I really enjoyed it.Aeneas found ways to keep me smiling. When I wondered aloud about howthe others were doing, he took me in a rowboat to the Elves' ship toshare dinner. That night, I slept in the Captain's bed. I found the ideathat Aeneas had slept in this bed ....