"This is your room," said the ash-blonde woman in the pink kimono. "There is an en suite bathroom behind that door and a pleasant view of the pine for...st through the bars on your sealed window. Even if you look carefully you can't see the electrified security fence nor the anti-personnel mine-field. Do not leave this building. Please, forget any ideas of escape." Who are you?" demanded Fiona. She was still shaken and trembling from the shock treatment handed out by the manageress of the Black. It’s an intro to mediaeval and renaissance literature. There’s a pdf online.”“Oh.”“I thought the literature might lend an insight into the visual art.”“And?...”“And I came upon this list [reading from her screen]: ‘Reginald Scot mentions fairies (and nymphs) among bugbears used to frighten children: ‘Our mothers’ maids have so terrified us with bull-beggars, spirits, witches, urchins, elves, hags, fairies, satyrs, pans, faunes, sylens, tritons, centaurs, dwarfs, giants, nymphes, Incubus, Robin. I loved that first contact with another man. He stroked his cock with the other hand until I took over for him. That freed up his other hand to explore my body, waist, chest, back. He pinched my nipples quite hard, giving me a thrill. I think you liked that, he whispered. I nodded, way short of breath. My hand was exploring his balls, too. He squeezed my balls, pretty hard, enough to elicit a moan. His hand moved back to that nerve filled area between the balls and the asshole and rubbed for a. Benson pulled in as we were getting ready to go up the steps into the diner. Jeff parked right next to Benson, got out, and headed toward me. We all shook hands and walked in.We were a strange mix of people. I was in my BDUs, as usual; Benson in his usual dress slacks, dress shirt, sweater vest, but no tie; Maude was actually wearing a skirt, but it was a little short for a lady of her age, especially considering that she was the town accountant. Then there was Jeff Stevens, a good farmer and.