We both fall quiet for a bit, nursing our drinks and watching the night envelop our complex. I see her leave to answer her door – must be the pizza,...I guess, pouring myself another glass and nibbling on a wedge of cheese. As Coltrane pours his heart into his version of “My Favorite Things” I hear a knock on the door. I open it to find Alison, a six pack of beer and a heavenly smell emanating from the big box she’s carrying in front of her. “Problem solved, neighbor” she says, “care to share. In a second lapse of propriety Lisa suggested she could pose in her mother's place, which might be a suitable gift for Dan and get the couple started on the swinging circuit. She said Alison and her had similar bodies and looked alike except for their faces. What was she thinking, although Lisa was excited by the thought, for modesty sake she told Dan she didn't want the pics to show their faces or identify either of them in any way.Dan said there would only her and him in the pics, he would. "Do you want to... worship me?" she whispered.Taking a cue, I got down on my knees. She stood in front of me and let me kiss the front of her dress, then turned slowly so my face was level with her cute butt. I reached up and put one hand on her back, pushing her forward a bit. She obliged by leaning forward on the bed, still standing tall with those boots on. I lifted her dress a bit. "Hey!" she complained, as I kissed the back of her thighs. I pushed her legs apart a little bit, exposing her,. It was small, dirty. Peasants. That her parents were of such stock made it worse. There was a reason she had wanted magic, and it wasn't so she could be someplace like this. Even a cave was better. "So, we're leaving this morning?" After food and shopping."Well, Wendy couldn't object to either of those.The three teens watched for the next half hour as wagons and carts began to slowly enter the plaza. Whether the rain had by common consent delayed things, or this village had decided to be.