Third, I'll be there in three days and I want you to fuck my brains out. Sheila told me you are a fantastic lover, I'm horny and I want you to rock my...world," she said.With that surprising and unsolicited declaration I boldly asked, "Are you going to be a good little girl for me?"She laughed and replied, "No, I'm going to be a very naughty, nasty little slut for you. I want you to ream all of my cock starved holes and send me back home walking bow legged. It's been a very long time since I was. I’d also like to warn you, gentle reader, that there is only a smattering of true erotica in this story until the final chapter. You’ve been warned. Now, off we go once more. ***** Chapter 13 Preparing Many things must the righteous beware, Lest they slip from the path of Prayer. Fear a trinket that is ever chill, And fright that makes a heartbeat still. Fear darkness that flame cannot break, And men that death cannot take. But what the righteous should most fear, Are the evils not. 'Angela came down the stairs with a laden tray, steppingcarefully, looking down and Jeremy stopped what he was going tosay. 'Late lunch,' she called breezily, 'hope you're hungry.'She turned, looked and froze, stood stock-still and I wasinstantly afraid that the tray was going to fall.Jeremy obviously thought the same as he quickly took the trayfrom her. 'Let me,' he said softly. 'It looks superb and I thinkwe're all hungry.''Liz?' Angela said in disbelief.'Hello Angie,' I smiled. 'What do you. . what are you going to do to us?" she asked."I'm going to take you back to the king," said the rope maker. "ButI'm not going to let him deal with you. No, I have a feeling it has to be someonelike me." Do you mean you're a . . . a . . . ." Yes, a rope maker."The four wicked fairies started to wail. "No no no no!" they cried."There was a prophecy, wasn't there?" said the young man. "Youknew you'd run into me sooner or later, didn't you? Why make such a fuss now?" Because we don't want to die!".