Ireland was a delight for me. The land was so soft and green after the noise and hard edges of life in Boston. I had flown into Dublin and then hopped...on a train to Tralee. The Doyles met me at Casement Station. Sean Doyle was about 35 and all I could think of was Huckleberry Finn all grown up. His wife Caitlin was the quintessential Irish woman. She was fair with creamy white skin, red hair and green eyes. Their daughter Astrid was 12 and was one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen. She was. Those drawers and wardrobe were every girls dream, including want to begirls like myself. Mine you the whole bedroom, I'm sure would be thewish or envy of any feminine girl and indeed any Sissy like me. We saton the bed still wearing our gloves holding hands, with a doll sittinghappily on each others lap. I just had to ask one thing of Ashley eventhough we'd just met today."Ashley I was hoping we could be like Girlfriends, I would really lovethat?" while squeezing her hand tighter."Jessica of. I would need your permission, as we Fae always keep faith with our friends,” the Fae answered me.“Which amendment is that?” I probed a bit.“That you can change actual history, but if you do, you and those who share Fae inside them will be unaffected by the changes. Why? Because you are Fae now. The nature of Fae, and now our hosts, is inherently protected from adverse consequences, trust me on that. Sound good?” the Fae informed me.“Works for me. How about this, then? Instead of freezing time. And also the other rooms and your bathroom.’ ‘Good.’ She smiled pleasantly. ‘With you I never have to worry about these things. There is this movie starting in 10 minutes’ She mentioned causally flipping through her magazine. ‘Make me some pop corn and be quick about it.’ ‘Sure Ma’am.’ ‘Anything else Ma’am?’ ‘Get me a coke as well.’ ‘Yes Ma’am.’ I bowed my head respectfully. ‘Thank you Ma’am’ In a few minutes I on again on my knees bowing before her with a tray with a big bowl of pop corn and a.