” Jenny supplied as she looked at her smartphone.“Then that is when we will be meeting.” Mary answered, “We use to have tens of thousands, now...we are down to less than 500. Maybe a thousand bodyguards will be there too.” Mary answered.“Sounds like a Gala Event.” John was about to throw up, “Can we join your Gala Event?”“You wish to join us. Then we have hope. We lock the building down. We let no one in from noon to midnight without a pass. I can let you land your helicopter in the square.” Mary. You asked for ideas, things that it is my job to inspire. I chose to come to you because you're a believer in the old ways. When I am with you here, I can make myself visible, hearable, and solid to the touch of mortals. As often as I inspire most other writers out there, it's rare to be able to touch them or hold a conversation with them." She slumped back against the couch. "Now I know that your smart. I have read your other works, even that crappy poem you posted in the poets corner, so. She didn't move away from him, somehow she felt a strange connection with this man, she felt safe in his home. Safer then she ever felt in a very, very long time. If he would only know, that she is a forest Nymph, and that she does not need all this first aide, as she would heal by the morning, but she liked the attention, she never was touched in this way by any man, especially not a mere mortal. She was this close only with her sisters, it was pleasant in all the aspects, when she was. Rich was quite cute, he had wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice body, he just liked telling on his little sister.Rich drank the float quickly, saying, "This is pretty good, go make me another one you little brat or I'll tell mom and dad". She gladly went to it. Soon two spiked floats turned into 4, and the bottle of liqueur was gone, luckily he never asked for another. Rich began to look glassy eyed, and when he stood up, he stumbled back onto the chair, he knew what she had done, and he.