” I know this chic isn’t trying to get in good with me. Wait a minute; was she flirting with me? Before I could ask Ms. Thing any more questi...ns, she had come up close to me, grabbed me by the waist and kissed me on the lips. I was stunned to say the least. When I turned to look at Jay, he was just standing there watching as if he knew what were about to happen. “What are you doing,” I asked? “Shhhhh,” Tracy whispered. Before I knew it, my bra had been taken off and Tracy was. Before they could work their spell on him, he desperatelyopened the box--just a crack, so that nothing could escape. From inside camethe strangest howling he had ever heard. The fairies heard it too, and theircold smiles changed to looks of astonishment and terror. They shuddered andcovered their trembling breasts and groins with their hands. A few shrieked,as if pierced by sharp teeth. Then they all disappeared. Sobbing, the survivingknight threw himself on the box lid and just barely got the. I was on fire on the inside, and the heat radiated through my chest and face. It was all that I could do not to race to her and rip her clothes off right there in the park. My God I wanted her to touch her to taste her....Dear God that taste. It was so vivid in my memory that I could still taste her wonderful juices on my tongue even after all this time.My breathing quickened, and my pulse raced. The breeze changed direction toward me, and I could smell.....Could it really be? Yes....My God I. Sometimes the stories were comic, sometimes tragic, sometimes romantic – but always the bad husbands were outwitted, one way or another. Here’s my (slightly naughty) take on the bad husband tale. Rosette daughter of Galon was rounding the last corner between the village well and the cottage she shared with her mother and father when two of the Duke’s soldiers, magnificent in scarlet and gold cloaks over gleaming chain-mail, galloped into the street and pulled up between her and the cottage.