“Answer me you fucking little twat! You ever let the boys stick you?”“Shut the hell up you drunk bastard, I got enough fucking problems with jus... you, I don’t need any more.”He ogled me with bloodshot eyes that told me he was stoned as well as drunk. Great, a real winning combination for a bitched-up night. I wondered where my brother was, he could help by being here. Dad would focus on him and tell him what a fucking wimp ass little dick sucker he was. I felt sorry for my younger brother. ." he licked his lips. "Young lady, do you have to sit like that? Are you just teasing me?"Dorothy glanced down, and realized that she was exposed. "Not intentionally," she said, tugging her skirt over her knees and pulling it down to cover her exposed groin."Why did you spoil the beaver shot?" the Tin Man complained.The Lion moaned. "It's just that... that..." He's a horny lion," the Scarecrow grinned.The Lion nodded."Why didn't you say so?" Dorothy asked. "We could arrange something...". That doesn't have quite the same ring to it; much more prosaic than a fairy. There could be many reasons why one might discover a girl at the bottom of one's garden. She might be a neighbour who just popped over for a chat or a neighbour's daughter searching for a lost ball or she might be a complete stranger who had taken poorly in the street and entered my garden to sit down for a while. She might even be a runaway hiding out from her wicked step-mother; now that sounds more romantic. On the. "Correct", the Martian inhabiting Sarah's body said. "You see, a few months ago a ship containing three earthlings such as yourselves landed on our planet. Now, we had never seen humans before and when they came in contact with us, we got extremely ill. Our immune systems are not used to human germs. This means that when we come into contact with an earthling it will lead to our deaths. You humans carry many germs, many you don't even know about, that are deadly to us Martians. In order for us.