The civilizations of man were spreading and cultivating the wildernesses of Europe. Farms and villages were being carved out of the great forests that...blanketed the continent and its surrounding islands. Eighteen hundred years before Christ walked the earth there lived a dwarf named Leapekin in what is now called Ireland. This is his story.By the time this story began Leapekin was already getting past his prime at one hundred and thirty years, and he was one of the few remaining people of his. "I'm sorry about that," Marlin commiserated. "But they do make your legs look spectacular!" Thanks, but right now you can have both the heels and my feet," she grumbled."Wait," he said stopping her and she looked at him quizzically. Moving around behind her back he said, "Spread your legs a little." She turned and arched her eyebrows. "Trust me." I'll bet you've said that a few times before," she laughed but did spread her legs to about shoulder width apart. Suddenly he bent down, stuck his. "So what are you doing with yourself these days?" I play at being retired," I said. "I've gotten into golf, and I like it a lot." Any romance in your life?"I looked away from her. "There are some prospects I'm hoping will work out," I said carefully."Those prospects wouldn't happen to involve a very unconventional young woman with a six-year-old little boy, now would they?"I looked at her. She didn't look hostile, only interested."What would make you think that?" I asked."Ohhh, little things, I. Once her camera was unpacked and the lens adjusted, Suzanne became all business, taking advantage of a unique moment to get some intense facial shots to add to her professional portfolio. Suzanne snapped several pictures of the girls on the patio, but only photographed their faces. She was not interested in photographing the hazing scene itself, but rather the expressions of the participants. She snapped several close-up shots of the wide-eyed pledge as he continued to lick the set of toes in.