Fast forward a couple of years and a chance meeting with the right person, or wrong person, depending on how you look at it, set me down the path that...eventually landed me in my current situation. We’ll get back to that in a minute, because it’s an unbelievable situation to say the least. I met my “friend “ Anthony right after my 20th birthday, he was cool, had money, cars, girls, I kinda looked up to him. It started out small time, you know selling weed to my friends, selling illegal fireworks. If you haven't caught those supernatural bitcheswithin three days, you'll be hunted down and brought back here. Then you'll dangleat the end of your work product."So the young man set out. He reasoned that if they were vampires, the fairieswould be attracted to any fresh life force, so they would probably come tohim on their own, given enough time. He hoped they'd come before three dayshad passed.After several hours, he found a deserted cottage. It very likely had belongedto a rope maker,. She was always praising me and showing me great affection with hugs and kissed. I would always curl up next to her on the couch to watch TV. She used to let me fall asleep in bed with her before carrying me off to my room. Wendy was jealous and constantly calling me a momma's boy but I didn't care. Since I was around her so much, I got to see her naked fairly often. She wasn't an exhibitionist but she had no hang up about nudity. Mom never made any issue so to me the nudity was normal. I needed more than something to hang my twat on. So I threw him out. Gave him the fuck of his life, took his key off him, and handed him his suitcase, already packed, and told him to take his now drooping best part, stick it back in his pants, and go and find a less picky girlfriend. Or a sheep, for all I cared.Did I miss him? Of course I did, late at night, or early on a cold morning, or any time there was a thunderstorm. He had a special thing with lightening strikes. I can still come from.