There was to be some kind of party tomorrow night for the bride and groom to make their deals with the parents. I didn't understand the ritual, but it...did sound like a good time.The ladies decided that they would come back later for clothes and luggage after they saw the house and the available space.We all rode in an old school bus up a tree-lined road. On the hillside was a wind turbine farm with a dozen large wind turbines whose blades were slowly turning. The whole time we were riding up. Allow me to speak freely for a moment. I fear I must be blunt here."'The very idea of one of our Folk, expecting payment from a Guardian, for anything. Just doesn't bear thinking about. You four and possibly the little one growing in Sarah Olson's womb are the only Guardians my folk are aware of in the entire five worlds. If you were to live a hundred human life spans, you could never ask enough of our folk to balance the scales. You see My Lord, we know who you are, even if you do not. You. "Well it all started this way; we were on the eighteenth hole last week, I was down one and Eddie required two putts to win. Just as he was about to hit the ball, I blurted out, I want you to fuck my wife. He was so startled by my comment that he missed making the putt. The expression on his face was priceless. I serenely made my eagle putt to win. "Over drinks, afterward, he asked if I was serious or just yanking his chain. When he asked whether you were aware of and agreeable to this. I said. I don't care that your clit is larger than Phil's or Hank's; they have dicks, you have a clit. Your asshole is going to be used as a fucking pussy today and every day you work here. So you, my dear, have a clit and a pussy. You will be wearing pink for awhile so everyone watching you knows just what a cock whore bitch you are. Now either stay and be my fucking little girl or walk the fuck out and get your fucking life, and marriage, destroyed.So tell me bitch, what is it going to be? Stay or.