Real ones, not that bullshit you spill out at me.”“Then ask the right questions,” the snotling says, draining the contents of the beers bottle, ...hen tossing it aside. “Make it quick though, I got someone waiting for me.”“You’re fucking someone? There are two of you?” the man asks incredulously. “How many of you are there?”“Just me,” the creature answers. “Who say anything about me fucking a snotling?” He smiles as if enjoying a private joke. “The ladies love a creature with a big dick.”George. Unbidden, another thought crept into her consciousness. She said softly to herself, "John is planning to divorce Esther. He'll then be available..."Irene shook her head impatiently. "Stop it, you fool," she castigated herself. "You're supposed to be their friend, not a manipulative bitch." But the thought lingered, the seed was planted and it would resurface."John? John?" Esther shouted as she came through the door. Her husband had just come into the house from the rear deck and heard her. As a child I understand tit for tat. I will always miss myhome. Would staying near by and wishing my parents could see me changethat? This-" she waved at her body, "is what I am now. Wishing and piningaway will not change that. How many of you are converts such as I?"About a quarter of the Fairy raised their hands. "How many of you would have gone back in an instant if you could have?"Of that number almost half stayed up. "Yet we are here and now. Nothing. NOTHING, can change that."But pining. No only to get me away from the District-Attorney's wrath, but to protect both me and my wife from suspicion that I might be sneaking around and molesting them again. As if I EVER "molested" my daughters. They molested ME! Not that I fought them all that hard. It was afterwards, that I found out the real downside of the Opal show. People recognized my name, as a self-admitted pedophile. I'd barely get moved into some new apartment, when I'd start noticing people looking at me funny..