Picking up his sack with the strap, he reluctantly accepted the chore of scrounging in the late autumn for whatever foods the animals hadn't eaten yet...in the forest.As he crossed the path in front of the cabin and prepared to make his way along one of numerous game trails, he heard a familiar buzzing of fairy wings. Fuster Cluck and her abundant breasts were joining him for the hunt. She clarified that she was only coming to keep the human from hurting himself. The elfish attitude seemed to. "Good to hear that dear, now come over here and I will untie your apron. Don't make it difficult, bend down further, sit on my knee and be still! My, you are heavy, here lean over my knees and rest your elbows on the couch while I try this knot. Get your legs over so you are not so far away! Come on!"It had taken but a moment but I was neatly draped over her lap having moved this way and that to make it easier for her to get at my apron. Finally she gave my bum a firm slap and told me to be. You've traded up." I wanted to punch him in the face. Iva was amazing. In a lot of ways. But I didn't have with her what I had with Mom. Couldn't. Wouldn't want to. At least, I didn't think I'd want to. At any rate, I absolutely did not appreciate the implication that Iva was worthy of my devotion but Mom was not. "Not so sure about that," I said. "We'll take her back, if you don't want her," Cindy said with a snicker. "That's not what I meant. And she'll spend her nights in whatever bed she. I stuck my head into the staging area and waved at the supervisor.He looked at his list, "Clarke and Forrest."Two heads perked up in the crowd. The supervisor nodded toward me, indicating where they should go. I introduced myself as we walked down the hall. The guy's name was Bert Clarke. He was a well-built six-footer who didn't look much past high school age. The girl was Ernestine Forrest, a petite brunette who looked like she didn't weigh 100 lb. soaking wet. They made some jokes about Bert.