Kicking off her shoes she put the stockings on and clipped them to the white merry-widow she was wearing under her dress. With her shoes back on she s...ood in front of the full length mirror in my room. She pulled up her skirt up. I tried to be a gentleman and look away, but I could not. She knew I was watching but did not seem to care. She had her skirt hem up high and examined herself front and back in the mirror. She asked If I had them in a darker shade ? I did and she tried those on too.. That all right?"We nodded."I'll take you away from the bakery for a week or so, David. You and I are going to look at some more narrow boats. I'm looking to buy another five or six. You, Ann, will learn from Nancy about everything that we do for a hire. I already know you achieved top marks in your math exams, so you'll be alright with figures. I'm also looking to open a small office at the marina very soon, so you'll probably find yourself working there before long. Does that suit you. ‘…my dear, Josie. You might say I am a collector. The pictures would be as tasteful as we both agree for them to be, but please understand I will want you to be naked and to pose in an extremely provocative way for me.’ ‘But you’re a woman,’ I blurted, and then bit my lip before I said anything else stupid. ‘Yes, dear, but I like girls. Pretty girls like you. Now park your car over there and come into the house.’ She reversed the Mercedes into the driveway and waited while I moved my car,. “The leprechaun you appeared as, are you some kind of fairy?” she asked. “Excuse me!” “Fairy, you know, magical folk.” “Would you mind spelling that for me please? Fairy that is,” he asked her, a smile on his lips, his eyebrows slightly raised. “F-a-i-r-y,” she answered matter-of-factly. “Hmm. It is pronounced the same,” he mused, “and yes I am a member of the ancient races, but we spell it F-a-e-r-i-e. I believe the term fairy when applied to a man has a whole different connotation now.