Carl looked down at the front set of his cloven hooves. Again the man started in with gibberish, but this time in a commanding tone that power emanate... from. After a time he finished speaking and slapped Carl on the head."Now, can you understand what I'm saying?" the man asked.Carl rubbed his head on his shoulder to relieve the sting from the slap. "Oww, yes." We have met most unfortunately young human. How are you called?" My name is Carl." Very well Carl, you may call me Arter. Know that you. But i never missed an opportuinity to give her a smile, cosealing my nervousness, whenever we passed each other and she used to respond with a heart melting smile that used to send my head in a dizz. Am not drivin by lust you see, but i wanted to get clos to her and know her well and i had decided the day i say her that if phisycal involvement has to happen then let it take its own time as its not difficult to imagin the “pair”. Then one fine day i mustered enough courage,on my back home from. At breakfast, I felt strange, knowing what she'd done for me the night before, but now it was morning, and in the daylight of day she looked the same way she always did, caring and efficient, Mum the authority figure.She cleared off the table, and pouring herself a cup of coffee came and sat down by me at the table. Turning to me and smiling, she asked, "How did you like what happened last night Mark?" Slightly embarrassed, but feeling the beginnings of an erection. I sheepishly said, "I loved. ’ She looked at me, eyes angrier than I’d ever seen them. She tapped her foot a couple times while I cast my eyes down. ‘Well?’ ‘You– I can’t do this. I’ll go offer to let him cut off my pinkie or something.’ ‘Richard! Drop the fake bravado. What do we have to do to fix your mess??’ ‘He– he said ….’ ‘Richard, spill!’ ‘He said … if you spend twenty-four hours with him, he’ll … give us back our house. And car.’ Her mouth was an angry line. ‘I see.’ She spun about, took two steps and spun back.