The conference has begun in earnest. I have no choice but to pull myself together, ask pertinent questions and take notes. The information that’s be...ng imparted is essential to my work at home, and I can’t afford to miss a single detail. When it’s almost the end of the day, we’ve had several knowledgeable instructors for each topic on the agenda, and there’s only one more topic left. The conference is three days long, but I can’t help but wonder if the man who so drew me earlier would be. He peered through the screen door to see who the hell was ringing his God damn doorbell. It was a girl. A very little girl. She was an adorable bundle of brown pigtails, rose red dimples and hope and love all wrapped up in a little violet dress with a matching beret. Tiny patches covered a white sash that crossed her chest. CRAP, he thought to himself, as he scratched his sweaty butt. IT’S TO FREAKIN’ EARLY FOR THIS!. ‘Mister, mister! Wanna by some of my Little Nightingales cupcakes? I baked. )(Let her wear it, Little One?)(My husband, you haven't called me that in ages. Of course, let her wear it!)"Sister Monica, I have a cassock in the car. It would certainly be more concealing than that 'gown'."Sister Monica considered it for a moment. "I never thought about it but the cassock would be perfect. There is nothing more protective than to wrap oneself in the cloth."Father Tim retrieved the vestment from his car. The sister took it from there; helping Jeff remove the requested. ”“Well, I’m something of a nomad myself. Though all woodland elves are. I have no obligation to be anywhere,” Ethral said simply.“Well, that’s lucky for me.”“Mmm, for both of us I think.” Ethral lowered her face and pressed her lips to his.He relished in the obvious charm of kissing an enchanted being. When she pulled away she was grinning.“I… don’t know what to say. You are wonderful.”“You don’t have to say it,” she touched his face and presented him with another kiss. This one lasted much.