Then her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the sound of chain rubbing against itself. It could not be, she thought as she looked around qu...ckly searching for him. There could only be one person that have put the package in her mailbox, her Lover. He was not her lover in the traditional sense of the word. Due to distance and circumstance, it had been years since they had been in the same room together. Every week or so there would be a phone call in which they would discuss their. “But I do not seek money. What would a gnome like me need money for?”“Alright then,” the witch says, taking off her hat and tossing it to the side. “Let’s get you taken care of.”What? What are you doing?It takes barely a second for her to cross the distance between them and drop to her knees. Her hands fly right to the Pufynsnup’s pants where in even less time the little gnome seems to get hard. Everything seems to flow like a blur. Before Pufynsnup or even Hazel can get a word in, the witch is. “Will you remove it?”“No,” the whisper answered and Porter’s dreamed plummeted. “You now have sufficient knowledge base of the physics you call Blue residing within your body. You may remove, supplement, or designate the distribution of that knowledge among your fellow entities.”“Thank you,” Porter said simply, dazed at the gift of minor godhood.“Do not thank me,” the whisper said. “One experiment has concluded; the next one begins. Good luck to your species, young one.”The beach fuzzed out and. ’ ‘No, on the contrary, I am proud you want to please me. I like that. Lord knows I wish I could look good for you. I wish I could feel right about my head and my body.’ ‘I have seen your head and your thigh. What else do you have to show me. I want to see it right now. Please.’ I looked at her for a moment, Then I pulled off my shirt. She put her hands over her lips. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. ‘My poor , poor baby, they really did a job on you. You carried your buddy like.