Since one of the voices sounded like it came from a young lady, I decided to investigate. I hid behind a tree when I could clearly hear the voices. Wh...n I peeked around the tree, I was shocked to learn that one of the voices belonged to an ugly brown wolf. Wolves don't talk do they? I would have ran away screaming except I learned that the second voice belonged to pretty blonde wearing a red hood who was at least twenty years old. Her beauty attracted me so I decided to listen for a while."Who. It is because he has me cornered, mentally. I need to let out steam, and I want him to feel the pain that I feel. But I don't really want to hurt him physically. "So what did you do?" "I planned it. I bought some handcuffs. Put them in a hidden but accessible place. The next time we had an argument and I felt my temper rising, instead of slapping him, I quickly fetched the handcuffs and locked him to a table. Then I put my feet up, right in his face. He started protesting and talking even. .. There she was, month after month, as close as my shadow, a Siren wreathed in clouds of smoke, walking across campgrounds in nothing but her vest and sandals; that tanned bare ass a promise of heaven.There were fights, of course. Most men stayed clear. I was Iceman, the enforcer for the Wandering Sons, and Gypsy Jane radiated as much danger as heat.But there were fights; she made sure of it and watched ravenously when it happened. She fucked like a woman possessed afterwards, boiling hot and. He was learning about photography and spent most of his time at college and night school, knowing though that I had joined an agency and was doing quite well. I had to admit that a glittering career in ballet was not really on the cards but I was earning good money and enjoying every minute of it. Still calling me fairy princess (it was he who gave it to me) suggested that his son took some photos of me dancing and with him being my favourite eventually warmed to the idea with lots of cajoling.