There is even a fairy in the garden named Samantha but I'm not her. I'm a statue of a fairy. I wasn't always a statue though. I was once a living woma.... I only became a fairy after my spirit was placed in the statue while my body was cooked. Yes my body was cooked and eaten by my lover Jenny but I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning.Like I said I wasn't always a statue. I was once human. At the time I was 28 and I like to think that I was attractive even if I didn't have. I must warn you, though, he’ll probably try to get in your panties.”Chris smiled, hugged her beautiful mother, and replied, “Then I won’t wear any. But he better not try any rough stuff while I’m around. I don’t think I could stand watching you be mistreated, even if you like it.”It was shortly after eleven when my doorbell rang. Liz had called me earlier and told me what was going on. When I opened the door, the two gorgeous women stood before me. Chris was leaning heavily on her unsteady. “Fuck!” I manage. Tears well from my eyes and cling to my lashes. I can feel a little drool pooling at the corners of my mouth, leaking out as I cry out once more as your hand comes into contact with my already bruised flesh. “Who is my dirty little fuck girl?” “I am, Miss,” I manage as your palm falls once more. Fingers turn to claws as you grip my cheek. Your nails press into my tender flesh until I squirm uncontrollably despite my best intentions and I let out a muted yowl of pain. “You want. The hallways were full of high school students heading to their classes, lockers, etcetera. Nothing was out of the ordinary until she spotted an eighteen-year-old petite cheerleader with platinum blonde hair, possibly C-cup breasts, and a gait with an attitude.She did the typical cute wave and smile at the jocks while turning her nose to the “not so popular” girls as she walked by. She suddenly stopped and slammed a locker shut on a brunette girl with glasses, causing her to spill her drink all.