After an hour or so of walking I stop for a rest by a big old oak tree and sit down. Opening the basket I reach in and grab a cake, taking a big bite ...s I feel the soft warm breeze blow over my long legs and up my short red dress. I lie back enjoying the attention of the wind on my body, almost drifting off to sleep when I hear footsteps. I open my eyes and see you there. Who….who are you? I ask nervously. Isnt it obvious you reply pausing. I stare at you with a baffled look on my face. Im the. I was still seething; Michael was going to have to be punished somehow. My first tendency was to confront him the moment he set foot in the house, to bite his head off. The head with two eyes, not the head with only one eye. But what good would that do? He would either admit or deny, or if he had any inkling, confront me in return. If he confessed and promised not to screw around any more, I would have to do the same thing. I knew it was a promise I could never keep, but still, I hate it when. He spoke with a bit of a southeastern accent and had a deep, pleasant voice. He would go from Faire to Faire through the course of the year. He did games there, and he had a circuit he travelled. The Faire would be in the area soon, so he was in town. His name was Jasper.After his arrival, we were all sitting in Suzie's living room talking. Somehow, the conversation turned to my home situation. I started to cry, which I'd been doing a lot of lately at that time. I happened to be sitting next to. Besides. there isn’t any place to move to. No, man, I have a couple that was wondering if they could share your booth.”“Um, sure. Let me pack up my stuff and make room.”“You might not have to. Let me get them.”A few seconds later Jason reappeared with two women. I would guess that both were in their 30’s. One was tall, maybe 5’10” and slender. The other was maybe 5’2”, but she was kind of dumpy looking, wearing a tent, doubling as a dress.“Hi, Jason said that you might not mind if we sat with.