She watched him disappear down the highway.Cathy stood on the gravel beside the road, her hand shielding her eyes from the nearly setting sun, her thu...b thrust out jauntily in ride-begging position. Jesus, she thought, I've fucked around half the day and look how far I've gotten. She was still on the outskirts of New Gloster, the sleepy little town which served as terminus for the ferry line from the island. Indeed, if she were to take a stroll down the beach from the pier she could, if the. I shrugged and said it was a gift, I guessed. While we were talking, a gust of wind blew some sand against the panes of my office window. The wind made me think of another favorite of my dad, performed by Patsy Cline. I asked Belle to give me a minute, grabbed my pen, and dipped it in my crystal inkwell. I wrote for about five minutes as the lyrics popped back into my head. When I finished, I handed the lyrics to “The Wayward Wind” to a very curious Belle.“That’s how it works,” I said.. SO she was keeping our meeting a secret.We agreed to go to a town 35 miles from where she lived and 10 from where I love in the hope of avoiding meeting anupne who knows us.On the appointed day I met her at the bus station and we started our journey. Feeling brave I asked her “What is your bra size?” To which, after a slight hesitation, she replied 34 b or a. this I didn't believe but I didn't know my wife's bra size. Jane asked “What is Sara's size?” “I have no idea.” “Why don't we go and get. Now pink-hair wasn't a big deal but add in the fact that the woman stoodonly about a foot tall and sported a pair of iridescent wings was a deadgiveaway she was't human. Oh sure, theoretically Fae or whatever youwanted to call them could in fact be living under our very noses withoutanyone the wiser. However, add this little encounter along with the horrorof last night, I no longer felt hungry.Being a gracious host, I explained she could of course have whatever sheliked as long as she cleaned.