" Indeed not!" shouted one of the little people, wearing a tall, rouned red hat and brown clothes. "You're obviously not from around here, young girl....You look too odd." You look a little odd yourself," said Dorothy, innocently. Toto kept at her legs, afraid of the little people who gathered around her. "Where AM I?" she asked them."Why, you're in the land of Poz," replied the man."Poz?" repeated Dorothy. It didn't sound right. "How do I get back to Kansas?" Kansas?" came the man. "Never heard. ..It was Friday night, my flatmates Anne and Emily were out, but I had stayed in to finish some coursework... I know, right? Coursework on a Friday night? Finally bored, I messaged Anne to see where they were. I got a garbled message back, they were in a bar, getting chatted up by some pathetic freshers, I should come down...Fuck it, I thought, why not? Maybe one of those pathetic freshers would have a big, fat cock. God knows, it had been a while since I'd had any action, my last. His shoes were shined and he looked delicious. He held out hishand and took mine. I grabbed him struggling for balance as I walked. Ireviewed my instructions on how to walk and did my best.He smiled and gave me a deep kiss. I felt lightheaded and wondered if Icould stay on my feet for this dance. The disc jockey announced my nameand called me the birthday girl. Everyone applauded as Henry and Iwaltzed around the room together. Every time he twirled me, my dressflared up reveal my stockings,. Stay put for a moment, if you please."He leans forward, and dishes clatter. They've been spread before us, I realize. Probably on a blanket, like an indoor picnic.Martin rises. His heels tap the floor, and after a few stridesI hear the muffled thump of dishes being set on cloth-covered wood. A table, I guess, or perhaps a sideboard. When he returns, he sets something substantial on the stone floor, which is definitely covered with a blanket or rug.There's a clang and a muffled clatter. A lid.