Why am I talking to myself?” After a few moments of silence, she frowns. “Well...”Then something catches her eye. She cautiously walks over towa...d it. “What’s this?” she whispers. Reaching out, the witch grabs the piece of paper flapping in the cool breeze. It is stuck to a nail on the trunk of a small tree. Not recognizing the style of writing, she begins reading it aloud. “Penelope. I may have told you a few lies, but it was all in good faith. You had something I needed and I had the means. "Probably a couple of hours on a Friday, terrible time to travel." And then what?" She wriggled closer, getting her knee up against his scrotum, pressing, hoping, kneading."Well, then we get dressed up and go to dinner, a fine dinner somewhere, sometimes at one of the UN legations, maybe out on one of the ships, perhaps a business function, or a good restaurant or hotel. Sometimes there's dancing. You'll have fun." Is that all we do?" She sniffed loudly."Vixen, if we do this when you get to the. She had two text books at her side and was writing something.“I still love your new haircut.”A quick smile for me, and back to work she went. Talk about diving in with both feet.In less than twenty-four hours, my inbox was flooded with requests. 317 actually. I grazed though them. Most were shit-canned. (Actually, I sent those to Caitlin for later form-letter replies.)The eighteen that I did choose to give a second glance to, I marked for later. Tonight was another get together night with the. He gives me a devilish hungry smile.He turned me to look in the mirror. "You are beautiful, and you are intelligent, and you are sexy, and you are mine,"Oh, it was a night of joy and ecstacy…of sex and more sex. I stretched and turned as the heavy layers of sleep poured off my naked body. Both hands automatically caressed my silky soft and velvety smooth body as I rose up higher and higher shedding layers of sleep like clothing. Lashes fringed my azure eyes that were still closed as I.