If Will were you, you would be Will, and resentful as he was. Six of one, half dozen the other way.”“So now, as a slave, Will feels relieved of hi... irksome responsibilities?”“Oh, more satisfying than that. Will is living out his fantasies. Don’t you understand? Duende women are about the build and size of six year old little girls. You know that, think of Gina, how she first appeared, you assumed she was six.As shape-shifters, they’re not reluctant to assume a pleasing appearance for a hard. “Excuse me?” She said with venom dripping from her words. “Stephanie … Stephanie Rostrup!” he exclaimed. Suddenly her demeanour changed and in a more conciliatory tone said, “I’m really sorry, but I’m in a hurry and I don’t have time to …” “It is you, isn’t it? My God after all these years, what’s it been, fifteen years at least?” With feigned annoyance, she stammered, “Look I don’t know you and … and I really wish that you would …” “Oh no you don’t! You don’t get away that easily. I know it’s. Trying to smother her tears, she dabbed her face with the handkerchief, hopefully wiping them away for a time."Well," Mandy said in a vary nasal tone caused by her repeated bouts of tears throughout the evening, "How about the Grand Tour?"Walking into the vaulted ceiling living room, Mandy told Jason she and Bob called this their 'Great Hall'. "It's a nice and open area where we held parties and often gathered with a group of friends."Over here is the dining room and off through that door is. Within minutes of turning off the lights and turning the TV on, my mouth was on his. Even though I was terrified, I wanted this so bad. I knew he did too. My mind wandered away from my fear and all my senses were directed to him. The way he smelled, the way it felt when his breath tickled my shoulder as he laid kisses across it, the slightly salty taste of the skin of his chest, the sounds of his heart starting to beat faster with every passing moment, and the way the soft glow of the tv made.