"Go away, Mom," replied Daphne lifting her face from the pillow."Nope, not today," I added slapping her bums hidden under the sheets.They finally got ...p after some cajoling and all three of us went for a walk. On reaching the top of a small hill, we sat down under a tree and I was smoking a cigarette when Daphne said she used to be afraid of me when she was younger."Why?" I asked looking at her in surprise."Because you used to fall down on the floor and make a mess all over." Hmm," I admitted. . Henrietta...”And then she had merged into me. The fairy had sunk into my flesh and ... and ... the darkness had crashed down on me. It had been too much to take.“ ... Henrietta...”That voice ... It belonged to the fairy. Merita.“Henrietta.”It came through clearly. It sounded alien, her mouth not quite pronouncing the sounds right. It was an accent I had never heard before. London was a cosmopolitan city. One of the first to get electricity. Travelers across the British Empire passed through. "And some popcorn."Tom smiled to herself. This was an evening she could handle.She dished up the food quickly, then handed a plate to Stacy andflopped herself on the couch.The credits started. The movie was that standard chick-flick,Titanic. Stacy was oohing and ah-ing over Leonardo DeCaprio,and Tom found herself puzzling about him. And puzzled. Whywas she thinking of a man this way?Stacy did most of the talking, which was good. Miranda hadn't leftany memories of Stacy with Tom, so Tom. 'Luckily', because her other hand was slowly stroking the front of my pants and taking measure of the hardness it had created there.My startled breath seemed to wake her. She took a deep breath that caught and froze when she realized what she was doing. When our eyes met, she blushed furiously and bit her lips."We're about to land," I suggested quietly."Thank you, Professor," she drawled as she gave my cock a gentle squeeze.I shook my head with a sad smile. She was too young for me to take her.