” I laughed and look up at the horse. “Me likes you. Your good listener horse.”“Hey ladies. You girls want to come on to our boat.” I heard ...omeone outside and peeked out the stable doors. I saw two lovely women, well for humans anyways, walking down the street. I had seen them many times before as they came and gone. “Bet you an oat she says no.” I looked up at the horse.“No thanks.” One of the replied. She had a lot of sass about her. Not like goblin women.“Told you.”“Oh come on. The captains. From my left and below, I heard the sound of a body shifting slightly. Then I almost cried out as I felt something warm flicker across my foot. For a moment I thought it was a mouse and nearly burst out of the wardrobe with a shriek, but then it came back more slowly, and I realised it was someone’s fingers: my invisible companion! I soon guessed what she was up to; she was trying to make me giggle and give myself away. I am awfully ticklish, and I tried at first to pull my foot away and stand. Just after asking my wife to marry me one evening when we were on our own she said to me that before she could marry me there was a confession she had to make and that if I waited a few minutes all would be revealed. As I waited in the lounge if her parent ,s house in east London I wondered what secret she was about to reveal, but my patience was soon rewarded as she rejoined me now dressed in a intricately designed black silk gown with designs woven through it and carrying what looked to be a. She was a fine looking woman, just this side of thirty, with a medium-length haircut that suited her; black hair all fluffed out, shorter on the sides and hitting her shoulders in the back. The black hair was a nice contrast to her pale-white skin. She wore ankle high black boots with a short, tight skirt, black stockings, and a jean jacket over a purple sweater. She also was wearing thick black eyeliner, and that suited her.She had not intended to be clubbing this particular evening, but.