And of course, the smell of the forest at our backs. Such a lovely and natural environment to share on this God-given day. The wash of the light swell...as it eased across the sand quietly added such a peaceful aural quality to our surroundings. Everything happens for a reason and I suppose that was true of our opportunity to share a few hours on this beach. Who knows what that reason might be or might yet reveal? Certainly not I. Perhaps neither of us was meant to know the reason. And. She'd impressed me. For a fourteen-going-on-fifteen-year-old girl she'd demonstrated genuine interest in the ship, its massive engines, the vastness of its airplane hangars, and the complexity of a city on water. She'd not shown one bit of boredom. That was bad.That was really bad.It strengthened my attraction to her. Keira was disproving all my preconceived notions of teenage girls. She wasn't flighty, didn't exhibit short attention spans, wasn't shallow. She was sharp, articulate and witty.. He felt like he was near to bursting without even being touched. As her back arched, her head tilted back, and he kissed her neck tenderly. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his lips. He continued rubbing her clit gently, immensely enjoying the sight of her continuing to climax. Her body relaxed, and he brought his hand up to caress her breasts. ‘Holy shit, John,’ she said, catching her breath. Once she composed herself, she pulled her panties back into place and sat up so she could unzip. Tread carefully.This wasn’t a dream or a hallucination. Somehow, it was real, all of it! He could not deny that simple, impossible truth any longer.And if it were real, then it would seem the queen’s offer was also authentic. Like a genie in a bottle, she offered to make dreams come true. Vast wealth and power seemed to be his for the asking. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that only a fool would turn away from.A fool, or the spirit of a moldy, old, giant, grizzly bear.Ask for nothing. Give no.