Amazonas

Amazônas

By: Valentino Incanto Profferi

©Valentino Incanto Profferi 2009

For Maryanne

The story told here is utterly fictitious and any resemblance between the characters herein or the events depicted and any true incident depicted by the Fairy tale is complet= ely coincidental and unintentional.

It was nine in the morning and the train was still gently rocking as it moved along the tracks swiftly, when s= he opened her blue-green eyes to the dim light squeezing through a crack in the blinds. There was a rapping o= n the thin door to her private cabin that she had boarded in Frederikshavn in Denmark= , the night before. Standing up, the undr= essed and very pale middle-aged woman covered in freckles reached for her bathrobe and glided into her soft shearling slippers. “Just a moment please, I wil= l be right there,” she said in her soft and undulating voice that sounded = very much like how she looked.

With her warm quilted silk robe fir= mly tied shut around her narrow waist, she pulled the blinds open with one hand= and stepped lightly toward the narrow door.&nb= sp; Turning the bolt quietly, Bugsy peeked out at the smartly dressed attendant in her clean and pressed blue suit and bright white blouse accent= ed with her scarf and small hat bearing the same insignia of the rail company = that was embroidered into the cuffs and collar of her suit jacket. Her dark brown hair was in a chign= on behind the brimless hat with a long hair pin with a white porcelain bulb at= its end that bore the same mark, and contrasted strongly with her silky hair. The thinly built attendant informed Madam Graves that the train would be arriving in Paris in approximately one hour in her = sharp and girlish voice smothered with her thick Portuguese accent.

After delivering her anticipated message, Inez asked if she could please come in for just a moment. Bugsy, who had a good sense for wh= en she came across a person that was to her benefit, invited the attendant in. Inez took her peaked working cap of= f as she entered the fully opened door into the small sleeper cabin. With the cabin door shut, Bugsy pu= t her arms around the pretty dark haired girl and asked her what it was that she wanted as Bugsy stroked Inez’s thin neck, slim shoulders, arching bac= k, and full curvy bottom that she had enjoyed the night before. “I want to do it again, to h= ave that experience again, to be in that place with you another time, like it w= as last night; can I buy some of the…the….” Bugs kissed her tenderly once agai= n as she had the night before while looking intensely into her deep brown eyes flecked with a golden glimmer from the morning sun.

Having asked Inez how much she want= ed, she passed two small plastic bags that were triple-bagged, containing one hundred grams each of the little pink pearls that had changed Inez’s = life forever. Inez asked the freck= led passenger how much it cost with a crackle of hesitation and anxiety in her voice. Bugsy looked at her intently, smiling reassuringly as she stroked her face. After a moment, Bugsy said that th= ey were priceless and asked Inez to tell her how much they were worth to her.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Nervously, Inez took out her walle= t from inside her jacket and counted all she had, one thousand Euros, her travel allowance for the entire week that she was expected to be away from home working.

Bugsy, who could faintly hear her thoughts, but never let any person know of this, knew perfectly well that I= nez would not part with the whole sum if asked. However, she also knew that if the attendant reported that she been mugged at a station, she would be refunded= by the firm for all of the money she had lost. The refund would of course be dedu= cted from her salary, but at least the loss would be spread out over twelve mont= hs instead. Bugsy said that half= of what she had was enough this time, though she usually sold only one bag for that amount.

Inez blushed and handed her all one thousand Euros feeling that she would rather pay the full price and not feel like she had been given a mercy price.&nbs= p; Inez believed in earning her barter tools by working hard and that s= he would exchange the funds at a fair price that every person paid. She did not like to stand out and = wanted to be liked. She believed and= was correct that her husband, Fernando, approached his work, transactions, and = life in the same manner, and that he would have scoffed at getting something wit= h an unfair advantage. Bugsy kisse= d Inez again, groping her large and dark-nippled breasts through her smooth white shirt, after slipping the bills into the pocket of her robe.

With a pat on her bottom, Bugsy sent Inez off to work again, promising her that she would visit Inez one day when she was home and her husband was busy with work at the harbour where he operated the giant cranes that moved containers and industrial materials. Inez wondered how Madam Graves wou= ld ever find her as she did not know her surname, address, or telephone number= in Lisbon. However, it only occurred to her t= hat neither had she offered Bugsy her contact information, nor had Bugsy asked = for it, only hours later after the train had dropped Bugsy Graves off in centra= l Paris.

Bugsy had refreshed herself on the train, bathing herself with a damp hand towel and the body gel soap before perfuming herself liberally with a concoction of tropical scents that she g= ot made for her by some native Amazonians in the rain forests of Brazil.= There, she also obtained the Fairy = Pearl, at some times in Brazil, at others in Colombia or Venezuela. Invariably, Bugsy chose to travel through the lush forests with Calanginho, her guide, lover, and partner who lived in Fortaleza, in the North Eastern s= tate of Ceará, Brazil.

Wearing one of her identical travel= ling dresses made by a couture house in Chelsea= , London, Bugsy step= ped onto the platform in her black, low heeled, supple leather boots that covered her knees with a stiff collar. Be= neath her dress she wore a thin, white lace bodice of silk with a petticoat and no briefs. Her travel dresses al= l had form-fitting bodices that accentuated her small breasts showing off her lon= g, thin neck and arms that were also exposed from the elbow down. The skirt of her dress billowed dramatically from her narrow waist with broad pleats that exaggerated her h= ips and bore decorative embroidery in leaf patterns at the crests. The skirt came down to the middle = of her calf and was fringed with an elaborate lace beyond the hem.

All her travelling dresses were of a yellowish white silk with the embroidery in satin for a shimmering flair wh= en she walked. Apart from her se= ven dresses and under garments, Bugsy carried her broad brimmed hat, two wool pullovers of different thicknesses, her robe, slippers, and hand-towel. Apa= rt from clothing, the Fairy woman packed five kilos of the pearls, a six inch hunting knife, a nine millimetre automatic pistol, a small automatic rifle, ammunition, and two grenades in her thick leather suitcase. On her arm was slung her shear-ling lined black leather trench coat with her toiletry purse and wallet safely enclosed in an inner pocket with her nine passports.

Standing on the curb out side the station, Bugsy narrowed her eyes and checked her wrist watch for effect bef= ore hailing a taxi. It was half past ten and she was growing hungry having skip= ped breakfast on the train. She t= old the driver to take her to Meudon, and to drop her at the Bistro de Collette near the centre. To the driver’s surprise, the attractive client took the passenger seat besi= de him and immediately began to molest him while he drove. The taxi driver made weak protests= to her molesting hand, but he was too busy overcoming the distraction concentrating on his driving to be forceful about his objections.

Three quarters of an hour later, th= ey pulled off the road into an alley way were he said he could not go on drivi= ng with her attentions focussed on his unexpectedly exposed flesh. Bugsy knew what she wanted and bec= ame even more forceful with her molestations. His shirt was partly opened now exposing his pale and finely haired chest.= Bugsy completed exposing his generative organ by opening his trouser completely and pushing it down past his hip.

Fondling and caressing the driver, Bugsy continued kissing him fervently.&nbs= p; Taking a brief intermission from her aroused interest, Bugsy waved o= ne of her hands with an odd waving gesture while still firmly gripping the sti= cky male protuberance in the other. Bugsy had been sensing the driver w= as increasingly anxious about being seen by a member of the public. The driver feared that a passer-by = might report him molesting a passenger even if it had been the passenger who initiated the congress. In a = few moments the anxiety had drained out of the driver and the parked taxi had gradually vanished from view like dissipating fog.

Thirty minutes later the taxi emerg= ed from the alley with a satisfied driver and passenger. Not long after they had rejoined t= he flow of traffic, the once more visible taxi pulled up in front of the Bistro where she had been destined. = The driver gave Bugsy two hundred Euros and drove off with twenty five grams of pink pearls to enjoy later with his young wife of his second marriage. That was why Bugsy only travelled = with her dresses and never wore panties under her petticoat. She was an infertile Fairy that ha= d been punished by the Fairy King Rowan for her magical naughtiness by being turned into a sterile of a sort, though her magical nature as a Fairy could not be broken. To avoid further punishments, she had taken up travelling constantly to evade Rowan.

Bugsy had found it easy to evade Ro= wan, the Fairy King, for his principal duties were to catch Trolls and Goblins a= nd either to eliminate the magical distortion that had turned the wizards and witches into Trolls by taking away that part of their magic, or killing them. Very few Trolls or Gobl= ins were born as such, and of those who were, Rowan usually had no worries about them for they were naturally insular and isolated themselves from people. Born Trolls were typically physica= lly robust and mentally weak which meant that nature protected them from much externally induced harm by giving them limited amounts of very strong fairy magic to entice the very few persons who crossed their path to have mercy on them and let them persist in their formless and pattern-less state in relat= ive isolation. =

It was an unfortunate tendency of m= odern people to single out the weak minded Trolls for punishment that ultimately transformed them into destructive and violent creatures retaliating against= the world they could not comprehend or communicate with effectively. The Trolls that were punished by p= eople typically behaved and spoke in a form that was an inverse to how they actua= lly felt or what they actually meant. Having a lack of social ability Trolls would inevitably end up lashi= ng out either physically, emotionally, or spiritually in a futile attempt to communicate their frustrated state.

The outbursts of frustrated born Tr= olls could take any form, as there were no real patterns to a Troll’s behaviour. For these Trolls t= here was only the limitation of the one thing they would do repeatedly, always hoping to get a new result from the previous time. The resulting misbehaviours brough= t on by the ill treatment from people could take forms as disparaging as ranting comment columns in the newspaper to serial killing without ever being caugh= t.

If a Troll did end up serial killin= g, because it was so pattern-less, the police could not be certain of its culpability and remove them. = In such a case, eventually the Fairy King would have to come to them and incapacitate them. Goblins we= re generally easy to handle as they were often unmagical persons acting under = the guidance of a witch or wizard that had turned into a Troll. The few Goblins that were born as = such were so competent and anti social, detesting the company of people, that th= ey never gave the Fairy King any reasons to concern him with them.<= /span>

Bugsy had known that at the time th= ere was little to concern Rowan with visiting either South America or Western Europe, as the previous Fairy King had elim= inated most of them from those regions in the last century. As Bugsy was now unable to burden = and prey on men by having their children and wrecking their personal lives with demands of unneeded financial support and revelations to their wives that t= he men were unfaithful, she had sought new methods of continuing her mischief. <= /p>

Knowing that people had a taste for escapist distractions that took them temporarily away from their troubles, Bugsy had sought out the medicine man in an Amazonian tribe that had found a way of transforming a mixture of Fairy Draughts into pink pearl-like pellet= s. These pearls did not permanently al= ter brain chemistry. However, the= pink pearls did loosen the moorings of people’s minds enough to allow them= to travel to Fairyland without the fatal risks they incur when their minds are closed and they are exerting their will.

Having guaranteed the maker a much broader market than he had ever imagined possible, the maker had brewed the fragrant tropical perfume for her, as a favour. Bugsy knew that as long as what sh= e did had no malicious intent and no serious detrimental effects, she would not c= ome to Rowan’s attention again for many decades, if ever.

It was noon by the time the taxi dr= iver pulled away with the twenty five grams of pearls and with two hundred Euros= less than when he had picked up Bugsy at the station. The driver was happy with what he = had received and so was his former passenger.&= nbsp; Bugsy liked the pretence of an average, wealthy lady travelling arou= nd the world by conventional means with her nine false passports. It amused her far more to pretend = to be a naughty lady than to pervert the minds of her victims with the knowledge = that she was a Fairy. Even if she = was later thought of as a slut, it was preferable for her purposes over her partners knowing the truth about her.

In turn, she equally liked the char= ade of being a drug trafficker that was virtually uncatchable and lethally arme= d. However, she never used her weapons preferring simply to vanish into thin air rather than to have to face any t= hreat, or Rowan, again. Apart from t= hat, even if Bugsy could detect Rowan approaching, no humanly conceived weapon w= as remotely effective against the Fairy King.= Only by the united resolve of the Fairy Queen and her Fairy subjects could the Fairy King be stopped. The stopping of the Fairy King also meant that he would offer himsel= f to Fairyland and be consumed by the Queen to become part of her once more. In essence, the Fairy King could b= e said to come from the great mother and return to her when his task was done.

Bugsy, being a fully formed Fairy, though now reproductively crippled, could easily find any time-space passage entrance at will and travel the globe at no expense and unobserved. However, for her to find her custo= mers, as she called them, she had to be in the known world of people. For Bugsy, who preferred to be nud= e and preferably with a partner copulating and causing trouble all the time, being distinctly attired was simply another layer of amusement for her.

Rowan, on the other hand, being the twenty foot giant that he was with overwhelming magical power and prowess, = was not a companion that any mischievous magical creature wished to meet even once. Having a hot temper and= a tendency to act first and investigate later, Bugsy had wished she could have sensed him coming when he had suddenly taken her by both shoulders with one hand from beneath yet another man who would be impregnating her to find her irresistible charms bringing him heart ache, marital strife, and financial insecurity.

Bugsy had been born to the somewhat mischievously inclined Fairy Queen Sequoia. The queen had an affair with a youn= g man who was a wizard and who worked for the Mob as a hit man when he was not transporting cocaine and opium derivatives across international borders on = both sides of the Atlantic Ocean. Christopher, as he was called, liv= ed on the road into Yosemite National Park in California, well away from where he worked. Like his Fairy daught= er, he was pale and freckled all over his body with long, thin limbs and neck. However, he had a thick mop of dark brown hair that was kept very neatly combed and lightly oiled. Bugsy on the other hand had been b= orn with her mother’s satiny fine hair in a silvery blond that seemed to = glow in the dark.

In her flowing dress and with ardent strides, Bugsy Graves entered the little Bistro with a confident expectation that she would find Michel and Gustave working in the kitchen while Renata = and Yvonne tended the tables. As = soon as Bugsy entered both women, Yvonne and Renata came forth and made her comfort= able at her customary table in the back room, opposite the entrance to the kitchen. There was only one t= able with clients in the main room at that early point of the lunch hour. At the one table sat two business = men in suits and a young woman in the skirt equivalent of a suit.

After a few minutes during which the three chatted amiably and caught up on recent gossip, Renata left to fetch = her ordered food and drinks while Yvonne went to fetch the older of the two bus= iness men from the front room. Bugs= y with her keen eye and sharply focused desire had mentioned him specifically while conversing. In response to the force of Bugsy’s desire, Yvonne had fetched him without a second thou= ght. The outcome was foreseeable, as the business man was quickly charmed by Bugsy who introduced herself to him as Madame Graves from San Francis= co. Impressed and intoxicated by her, = he took a pearl with his wine and went to fetch his colleague and secretary.

By the time Renata returned to the = back room with the small tray, she was witness to a carnal display she had expec= ted to discover only much later in the kitchen after closing for the afternoon. She was glad that = the door had been shut and returned to the kitchen where the dish would be kept ready for Bugsy when the tryst was ended.&= nbsp;

Two hours later, the three business clients left much less tidily dressed than they had initially been. Each of the three was carrying two hundred grams of pearls and the two men had much slimmer wallets than before lunch. Bugsy paid for their l= ight meal since they forgot to settle the bill, as they left with broad smiles a= nd rumpled clothes. Their eyes w= ere lost in remembered visions of Fairyland and the young long haired secretary= had the adhering remnants of semen both in her hairline and on the corners of h= er lips.

Bugsy had effectively sealed the execution of the contract that had been under negotiation for some five months. With the liberation of their libido the business men had also had their generosity liberated. While engaged each with one female partner they had experienced a sudden urge to agree on a mutually beneficial accord that would later transform their businesses by the continued use of = the pink pearl. On that day they = had each paid three thousand Euros for their two one-hundred-gram bags and surprised= the secretary by splitting the cost of purchasing her a supply of pink pearls as well.

The secretary, knowing that her employer would ask for the vendor’s contact information in the future, had asked Bugsy for a telephone number or email address. Bugsy had astonished her by tellin= g her to lie in her bed and dream of meeting Bugsy Graves and of being in bed with her. Bugsy assured the pretty= blond secretary that if she dreamed or fantasized of her with enough desire, Bugsy would know and come to her that same night like a Fairy godmother might do.= It was a fact though, that Bugsy w= as not a Fairy godmother to any person which was a very good state for things considering her mischievous disposition.
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A whole two hours after the business persons left, Yvonne, Renata, Michel, and Gustave came into the back room. = They had closed the Bistro prior to opening for dinner in a few hours. Normally, the four would clean the restaurant, have a hearty meal, a= nd take a nap in the apartments upstairs in which both couples lived. Michel and Gustave had been childh= ood friends who had started the little eatery right after completing the lycée. After working c= losely with Renata and Yvonne for a couple of years, Michel married Renata and Yvo= nne married Gustave. It had been = a set of perfect weddings of convenience. They certainly liked each other, but love was to them an unnecessary complication that did not concern them.

Gustave, the primary chef was a lar= ge and heavy set man with a mild temper and a taste for fun and wine. He had taken the almost equally la= rge Yvonne to wife as she had a similar character. Yvonne kept Gustave on schedule an= d kept an eye on his drinking so that he would be able to get up the next morning = in time to fetch the best produce and freshest meat at the morning market. Over the years, Gustave and Yvonne= had three children, two girls, and one boy, which was bestowed with the positio= n of middle child. All three had g= rown up in the twenty five years that the Bistro had been serving the residents = of Meudon. Two had married and t= he son was engaged. All three had go= ne into the grocery business and were in the process of setting up a little sh= op of their own a few miles away in the Paris suburb of Clamart.

Michel was a tall, thin man with a ruddy complexion and bright green eyes.&nb= sp; He had a very calm demeanour that had a very long fuse to what seldom exploded in a raging temper. = Having no patience for finding hairs in the food he prepared, he both shaved his h= ead weekly and wore his hat. Rena= ta was a calm, quiet, and observant small woman with a strikingly voluptuous form. Being the most meticulo= us of the quartet, Renata did less of the table serving and more of inventory, qu= ality control and reviewed the accountant’s work.

Renata and Michel had one daughter = who had married a tour guide and staff at the Palace of Versaille= s when she was only sixteen. Af= ter the lycée, Celine had gone on to the Univerité de Paris in pu= rsuit of a higher degree in art history, conservation, and restoration. Her proud parents were expecting t= hat she would have an illustrious career as she was working part time at the Lo= uvre while studying. Neither one e= ver mentioned their hopes to her though, as they wished her to follow her desti= ny as closely to what she wished as possible.= After all, it had been her husband, Eric, who had given her the confidence in her own abilities to be where she was today.

For the two hours that Bugsy had wa= ited for the restaurant to close before having the company of her friends and customers, she ate and drank. Bugsy began with a light salad with vinaigrette and a cup of cream chicken and ri= ce soup. She followed that with = a half rotisserie chicken served with sautéed baby potatoes, steamed green beans, and poached spinach served with rich gravy.

Only a few minutes after Bugsy had finished her spiced exotic fruit custard with papaya and passion fruit did = the four friends come in. She was sipping from her coffee when they surrounded her, Gustave and Yvonne on the left with Michel and Renata on her right.&= nbsp; As old friends, none of them hesitated to grope and fondle Bugsy, wh= ich delighted her. Michel found h= er delicate milky thigh beneath the petticoat. Yvonne brought out one of Bugsy= 217;s small breasts, taking the long fleshy nipple into her lips. Gustave helped raise the dress to = fondle the yielding curves of her rump. Renata kissed Bugsy wantonly while she helped lower the top half of = the dress to rest upon the accumulated skit.

Gustave, Yvonne, Renata, and Michel= had been acquainted with Bugsy for many years.= She had first come into their establishment distraught, destroyed, a= nd dissident about her fate at the hands of the punitive Fairy King Rowan. The beautiful youthful Fairy woman= had been taken into the back room where Renata had offered her solace and an empathic listener while the dinner was being served in the main room. Renata and Yvonne had thought that= their customer had been accosted or assaulted earlier that day. Renata had asked if she wanted the gendarme called, but Bugsy had declined.

To win their sympathy more than had= come naturally, she had told a story of having been visiting Paris as a tourist. Bugsy elaborated a tale of romance= where she had met this lovely big man from Colorado. They had fallen head over heels in= love at first sight while looking out over the river Sein= e at sunrise near the Musée d’Orsay. In her fabrication she had told how after a lovely day of romantic walks and cosy meals in each other’s a= rms he had led her to a little alley.

There, in the obscurity of the shad= ows behind the metro station at Châlet Les Halles, he had forced himself = on her and then vanished in the night. Bugsy had dwelled on her misfortune with grotesque details and contrivances of the pain she had endured.&= nbsp; She said that her honour and public image had been compromised for a= ll eternity. Because of this occ= urrence, she claimed she would have to begin a new life, a new career, become a new = person.

Her dramatics did not fail to have their effect on the sympathetic owners of the little Bistro. They had offered her a room for the= night in their home above the Bistro. In addition to the attention, care, feeding and generally civilized behaviour,= the four had taken turns checking on Bugsy for signs of ill health and shock ev= ery hour and a half or two. Their attentions brought them far more than they had ever expected in return. The immediate recompense for their attentions was that they each were overcome by her Fairy glamour when alone with Bugsy, the lusty Fairy. = They had each been seduced by her and gone on a mental and emotional journey into Fairyland as they fornicated with her that night.

None of the four ever disclosed the= ir secret that they still shared with Bugsy to this day. They were each embarrassed to admi= t that they had been seduced for fear of upsetting the marriage and the balance th= ey had achieved in the business. Furthermore, the husbands could not imagine that their lovely adulteress could transform into a fully functional male if necessary to complete the seduction of their wives. However, it had not pa= ssed the notice of both women, that both Gustave and Michel had been unfaithful = and enjoyed it.

Over the years that had passed, Ren= ata and Yvonne had both accepted that their men revelled in Bugsy’s annual visits as much as they did. A= s they reasoned after witnessing the outcome, with Bugsy as the adulteress that co= uld be depended on to be cyclical and secretive, they were assured that their m= en would not have other affairs with local girls that might lead to scandal. <= o:p>

Furthermore, Bugsy brought with her access to experiences that they had only had as children. Through Bugsy they were each given = the chance of witnessing the boundless energy of childhood with none of the str= uctural demands of adult life. They o= nly were offered its perceptions and freedom of movement in a beautiful natural environment that mankind was designed to survive in by God and evolution. Fairyland was a lovely and peaceab= le place full of resplendent gifts and disguised dangers with unexpected penalties.

Since Bugsy had always made sure to also seduce Yvonne and Renata, they had chosen to keep the peace to continue receiving Bugsy’s offerings. <= /span>Being a Fairy, of course, she had come to them in a completely different way than what they believed. Had they = been told the truth, only Yvonne would have been likely to believe any of it. The result would more likely have = been that the gendarme and the ambulance of the mental health department would h= ave been sent to take Bugsy into intensive psychiatric care. =

It was an unfortunate circumstance = that as mankind’s population increased and the density of residents in metropolises increased, the number of people that believed in land, nature, Fairyland, and God decreased. This unfortunate development only led to naughty Fairies like Bugsy finding ever more mischief more easily and a sharp decline in the frequency with which t= he population knowingly related to land, nature, Fairies, or God without some artificial structure as an intermediary.&n= bsp;

Bugsy had in fact fled from the sit= e of her castigation at the hands of Rowan, leaving her lover afraid and confused. With the Fairy King= gone, Bugsy had disappeared down the nearest time-space gap, only forty feet away= , over a manhole in the middle of the suburban street in the Los Angeles hills. With only a desire to get out of r= each of Rowan in a different Fairyland Tellurian realm, she had emerged from beh= ind a telephone post with a potted shrub beside it on the curb across the street from the Bistro in central Meudon. <= /span>

The chemist, who saw her appear, promptly forgot what he had seen discounting it as impossible for a person = to be inside a telephone pole. Y= vonne, who had also seen her across the street, had assumed that Bugsy had come fr= om the chemist’s. The jour= ney from the suburban hills of Laguna Niguel, in Los Angeles to Meudon had only taken Bu= gsy five minutes as her desire to get away was so focussed.

Bugsy’s lover at the time that Rowan came to her was a tall and muscular man in his thirties with a shaved head. The lover had been home= on his day off from work as a maintenance technologist with the Pacific Gas an= d Electric Company. His wife was a sales representative for the Johnson and Johnson Company who travelled widely thr= oughout southern California. As they were both concentrating on= their jobs even when at home, their marriage had become a battleground for them to expurgate their backlog of frustration and stress provoked by a hormone poisoned food supply. This circumstance seemed normal to them as it was similar to the one in which th= ey found most of their colleagues and friends.

Kevin, as Bugsy’s lover at the time was called, suspected that June, his wife was having an affair with ei= ther a client or her sales manager, maybe even with both. Without seeking to con= firm his fears and confront the reality of his average suburban life, Kevin had = been seeking a retaliatory affair with one of the neighbour’s wives or one= of their grown up daughters that had not yet left for college. As Kevin was in a belligerent fram= e of mind and perpetually distracted with the woes of keeping his cushy corporate employment, he could not find a willing partner. On some occasions, Kevin had sough= t out a prostitute and spent four or five hundred dollars to feel that he had balanced their imbalanced marriage in some ineffable way. Unfortunately for Kevin, the effec= ts of going to a trollop were short-lived and left him feeling inadequate for weeks aft= er.

When Bugsy had come into Kevin̵= 7;s life, she was pretending to be the wife of a foreign dignitary from Senegal= . They played racket ball at the club where they met, and Bugsy let Kevin win to boost his ego. Having adulated and complemented t= he insecure big man, Bugsy had found him eagerly believing her story about hav= ing met her husband while visiting Dakar as a graduate student. As her husband had a busy schedule with his work as a consul, and also had three o= ther wives to tend, she claimed to get little attention. He had, supposedly, brought two wi= ves with him. Her fictitious husb= and had also supposedly brought the two youngest that did not have children to = his assignment in LA. =

The fibs that Bugsy created combined with her charms blinded Kevin. He saw a young beauty that was both wealthy and cultured who was interested in him. For Kevin it was as good= a fantasy as if a Hollywood celebrity had = become interested in having a relationship with him. He had finally felt vindicated and relieved of the strain of his dysfunctional, competitive marriage. As Kevin put it to some friends wi= th whom he worked, “She’s a home run with a triple, I really scored the big one finally”. <= o:p>

The shock and distress that Kevin e= xperienced as a result of losing Bugsy, who he had known as Emily Flora O’Conner= de la Zizamie, changed h= is life and marriage. When June retur= ned from her two week tour of hospitals, medical clinics, and pharmacies, Kevin= was desperate to make peace and start over.&nb= sp;

He told June, apologetically, of his affair and his motives. Kevin appealed to her for forgiveness and understanding whilst also apologising f= or having been so very ill willed about the marriage. He asked June if she would marry h= im again and move out of the suburban sprawl of that imaginary metropolis that wastes millions of gallons of the Colorado River watering its lawns in a desert wasteland.&= nbsp; Kevin suggested that they could move out to a rural town in Riverside County between Blythe and Parker w= here they could have children.

Kevin arranged through PG&E to = be transferred to that region and vowed to take care of the kids and accept a = pay cut. He did not want their ne= w life to change June’s if she did not want to change it. His abrasive position and behaviou= rs had dissolved by the time that June returned home to hear Kevin’s pleas a= nd apologies. =

June responded with almost as much relief and a sweeping sense of well being in her heart and mind. She felt that she would finally ha= ve a chance to be herself and stop acting like a ferocious, tyrannical winning machine she had become to live a successful life in <= st1:place w:st=3D"on">Los Angeles. Kevin’s confessions opened h= er flood gates and her true feelings and desires finally came out once she cou= ld stop forcing her will to make her life work for her benefit.

With their savings and the profit of selling the overpriced suburban home on a quarter acre, the couple moved aw= ay to the country. Kevin was off= ered a transfer to Twin Falls Idaho and took a new home outside Three Creek, which was approximately sixty miles away from the central office from which he worked. The new home= was more than twice the size of their suburban cage with three bedrooms, and had six in addition to a study, workshop, barn, and twenty five acres of scrubby hillside terrain. =

June took to the new opportunity an= d put two goat ewes and one billy goat to graze her fenced pastures. In addition, June obtained one bee= hive that she hoped to grow into many. With the twenty five acres she planted one acre of kale, one of legu= mes assorted by rows, and one of potatoes to both supplement their diet and to = add to the diet of the goats. Of = the four acres that were relatively level, June also put an herb and vegetable garden in a green house attached to the kitchen. June and Kevin, who could now rela= te much more effectively, collaborated on all the projects and shared the responsibilities of tending to the livestock and the crops. It took them a few years to iron o= ut the errors they were making, but they found that the self sufficient life suited them much more than the stress, lies, and unfulfilled promises of suburban metropolitan life.

A year after moving and giving up t= he lifestyle they had endured, June and Kevin lost much of their overweight bl= oat and had their first children, twins. The couple, who had found a way to find happiness in life, found themselves with their hands full with a small farm, and Rose and Rodney to = take care of. Kevin continued work= at the utility firm collecting his reduced monthly income. Jane’s income now came from = her work as an internet marketer generating website hits and sales through the Johnson and Johnson website and its affiliates. Though their income had been drama= tically reduced, they spent less of it massaging their egos and had therefore enoug= h to hire an adolescent daughter of one of the neighbouring estates to help arou= nd the house, farm, and looking after the twins.

Thanks to the positive, corrective magic spread by the Fairy King Rowan, the lives of Kevin and June had been altered and improved beyond all their wildest hopes. Bugsy Graves would not have been v= ery surprised to have seen the beneficial effects that Rowan’s visit to Kevin’s house in LA had on his life and marriage. It is, after all, the Fairy King t= hat puts right the ills and distortions that occur in Fairyland. Bugsy knew that she often brought = duress into the lives of those who met her, but this was her main pleasure and joy. As she was not a Troll or Goblin by choice, but a born Fairy with a clever and wayward disposition, R= owan could be expected to mostly discount her activities.

She had found herself in a town out= side Paris, France having to find new for= ms of entertainment. Bugsy had spent three days in the attentive care of Renata, Yvonne, Michel, and Gustave. During that period she had spent m= uch of her time in bed, either sleeping, reading, or fornicating when the chance arose. While she had been com= bing several magazines, Bugsy obtained her idea for finding her vehicle by visit= ing the Amazonian forest.

Very late after the dinner at the Bistro had ended, well past the usual bedtime, Bugsy announced to her four friends that she was heading to South America that very night. Gustave offe= red to drive her to the airport and Michel to fetch her a taxi. However, she declined all those of= fers with a certainty in her voice that prevented further questions. The four friends were admittedly perplexed and pondered Bugsy’s mode of transport, but the thought of = her having some form of unconventional transport never entered their minds.

Not more than an hour later, Bugsy,= who had appeared mysteriously with no baggage, vanished across the street into = the darkness with a satchel that seemed to be made of woven scented flower peta= ls and spider webs. Without chec= king for onlookers, she stepped behind the telephone pole and vanished into the shadows in front of the now shut chemist’s shop.

She would emerge in Manaos, Brazil about a half hour later into the theatre edging the deserted central square, Praça São Sebastião, at what was approximately four in= the morning there. The time space= gap was off stage, inside the Teatro Amazônas. The city theatre had been built in= the centre of the city over this entrance into Fairyland. The city life had once been centre= d on dealings with Fairyland, but the old motives and understanding had now beco= me lost in legends and myths.

The doors to the theatre were locked and secured with chains and padlocks. Bugsy wandered around in the theatre building for some time. She inspected the curtains and rig= ging on the stage. She found a lost purse, a man’s hat, and two perfectly good rose coloured women’s shoes that had been forgotten beneath a row of seats toward the back of the theatre.

Bugsy spent a few minutes making herself up in the restroom mirror of the men’s room. She always liked the feeling of do= ing something that would make most people sweat a little and sigh with relief w= hen they were not caught. In this= way she was very much like both her father and mother. Having accented her appearance and rouged her lips and cheeks, Bugsy prepared to leave the building.

She left the men’s room and f= ound a closed concession stand that was across from the row of main doors into t= he theatre. The clicking noise h= er boots made on the polished stone floor stopped and was replaced by a soft creaking as Bugsy forced the little wooden door of the stand open. In the gloom of the little wooden = box where the seller would sit, she found a number of plastic containers with crystallized fruits, sweets, chocolates, and nuts. Opening the plastic lid of the cra= te with nuts she provoked a loud pop that echoed inside the abandoned lobby. Bugsy helped herself to three smal= l bags of Castanhas, Brazil nuts, and then took ou= t two chocolate bars from another. =

Leaving the door to the concession open, she walked out of the theatre through the glass of the locked doors.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> The short and slim mulatto security guard in his pressed blue uniform was standing idly leaning on a structural pillar. From the corner of hi= s eye he saw the presumably young woman stepping through the glass door. Shortly after he also heard the padlocked doors rattle gently as if buffeted by a light breeze. For a moment Calanginho thought Bu= gsy was a ghost, but his senses told him otherwise. What he knew of ghosts in this tow= n of Manaos, they did = not wear elaborate European styles of dress and the fabric of their clothes did not respond to being smoothed and straightened as real clothes did.

He was forced into action through a sense of responsibility to his role as a security. Preferring to have ignored the inc= ident, the twenty two year old guard had stepped out of the shadows. Bugsy, who knew that he was there,= stood motionless radiating her beauty and charm as she waited for the man to act. Bugsy knew that this man= would become her guide and accomplice, but that he would need to be coerced and persuaded. Bugsy was guided b= y her magical Fairy intuition. Cala= nginho was similarly guided by his ancient natural magical instincts that he had inherited from his beautiful native Amazonian mother. His sixth sense told him that this= was no ordinary woman, but a Fairy that should be handled with the utmost care.

Calanginho did his job, despite the= futility of it. “May I see your identification please?” He spoke to the Fairy woman deferentially not expecting that Bugsy would produ= ce any identification. There had= been reports of other such incidents that other security guards had described. Usually, when confronted with bure= aucracy the Fairies would dissipate out of sight with a giggle that was half scorn = and half amusement. To his comple= te surprise, Bugsy pulled a forest green booklet with the star emblem of the Brazilian federal government from an inner pocket of her coat. Knowing that Bugsy was indeed a Fa= iry he felt a measure of confusion as he took the passport from her slender hand.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> “Senhora Boogzey Grāv&e= grave;s”, he read out her name in his counter tenor voice with an incredulity that he failed to hide.

Distracting the young man from his duty, Bugsy stated that she thought he still knew his way around in the for= ests where he would sometimes still visit his grandmother. There was a note of question in her voice as Bugsy was trying to have Calanginho confirm that fact. By having him thinking about the f= orest and his family, Bugsy felt that it would be easier to go into the Amazonian forest with him. Although she= could easily have reached the medicine man she sought through the time-space gaps, she wished to be favourably introduced by a member of the tribe. The Indians certainly knew of the time-space gaps by which the Fairies travelled. However, out of both a sense of ca= ution and of respect for the subtle separation between the world of Fairies and t= hat of the natural magical human, they did not use the passages.

“Well…,” he began with a new note of resignation to his fate. He could feel that his tedious urb= an life in Manaos would be changed forever by this unexpected visit by a Fairy. Calanginho began to sp= eak as he passed the false, but genuine looking passport back to Bugsy, “Wha= t is it that you want with me and my tribe in the forest?” Bugsy rested her cool hand on the = nape of his neck and stroked his neck and shoulder gently under his collar reassuringly. Calanginho felt= a momentary flare of alarm at sudden danger.= His hairs stood on end and he felt goose bumps spreading down his back. He shivered slightly an= d the alarm was washed away by Bugsy’s next soothing touch. As she continued stroking him rhythmically, Calanginho felt an urge to run away like a little boy after kicking the football through a neighbour’s window. Bugsy had entranced him though and= he found that he could not move a muscle to go against the desires of the Fair= y.

With her hand still on Calanginho’s neck, Bugsy steered the security guard to lean on the shadowed inside of the post he had been leaning on earlier. Calanginho could feel her soft bre= asts pushing into his chest as she adjusted her hips to push against his. With a faint sensation of threat, = Bugsy pushed her nose painfully hard into the bridge of his. With one hand, she opened the zipp= er of his trouser and pushed down the cotton briefs to take hold of his manhood.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> She caught hold of his phallus bet= ween her index finger and thumb and cupped his testicles in her other fingers. With the immobilized man pinned and carnally caught in her clutches, Bugsy growled in triumph. Slowly, she began to tell Calangin= ho where he would take her, how it would be done, and how he would be rewarded= for his, initially unwilling, services. He gulped uncertainly and watched her snarl with an unsettling laugh with her face still placed very close to his.

Bugsy then crouched and took the su= cculent flesh in her hand between her lips. As she gave him fellatio, the entrancement dispersed, but he was still immobilized by her focussed desires. In his mind, Calangi= nho let her words whirl and settle in his mind. He would take her to his one bedro= om flat with him after work. Aft= er getting some sleep, he would call his employer to report that he would be returning= to the forest. He would pack his= few clothes, belongings and his hammock in a duffle bag. In the quiet afternoon during the siesta, Bugsy would find a motorcycle and they would leave on it. The drive to the edge of the forest would take them a couple of hours.

At the edge of the forest they would both remove their clothes and pack them in the bag. The borrowed motorcycle would be l= eft at the end of the road. From the= re they would proceed on foot through the trees and undergrowth. He would take her to his tribe, a = group of Apurinã, and introduce Bugsy as his new wife. The old medicine man would take up= issue with him marrying a Fairy, and would ask to be alone with Bugsy to negotiat= e. Whatever the medicine man offered = her in exchange for not marrying his nephew would be what she needed and was searc= hing for. She would bring back all remaining profits to be split between the old man and Calanginho. It was a pact that he could not re= fuse and did not want to enter. Bu= t her coercive powers were difficult to resist.

Calanginho accepted his fate. He knew that within a few months h= er influence would drive him to go to a far away place. He did not wish to subject the res= t of his tribe to her perverse influences. However, he also knew that no matter where he went, he would not be = able to escape from Bugsy’s visits. By using the time-space gaps, she would always be able to find him.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Calanginho resigned himself to his= destiny.

The young guard released his seed i= nto his new Fairy lover and was bound to serve her desires. There was only the consolation tha= t in succumbing to her she would protect him and ensure his health and prosperity. This was only a m= inor recompense to the young man, but it would be perceived as extreme good fort= une by his urban neighbours if they learned of it.

Bugsy waited for the remaining hour= s of Calanginho’s shift to end, walking around the streets in the vicinity= of the Praça de São Sebastião, in central Manaos. While she paced, Bugsy ate the Cast= anhas and chocolates she had pilfered from the theatre concession. She had left the capital of France = to begin her new escapade in the capital of the Brazilian state of Amazônas.

Only a few hours earlier she left t= he home of and Bistro run by her two new friend couples, Gustave and Yvonne, Renata and Michel at some time between midnight and the first hour. Bugsy had arrived in Manaos a few minutes later, before dusk local time, irrespective of the several hours of= time difference between Paris and Manaos. Within the hour of her arrival she had already found her guide, love= r, and soon to be business partner.

Such a partnership as this was for Bugsy simply a farcical ploy for taking on a lover that felt allied to her. It mattered little to he= r if Calanginho was forced into the alliance without feeling he had chosen it. Alliances and friendships, such as= that with the Bistro owners, were simply a reason for Bugsy to have sex and spre= ad a little mischief. <= /span>

She could no longer have children thanks to the castigation brought by the Fairy King Rowan. However, her satisfaction and plea= sure from carnal associations was in no way diminished. She knew that she would soon find = a new vehicle through which to excuse her lusts and wantonness. However, in the mean time Bugsy fe= lt there would have to be sex without the excuses.&= nbsp; After eating her candies and nuts, she transformed into a neatly kept whippet and set off about the streets in search of other dogs that might be about. Quickly she found the = scent of a male Beta that had passed through the market square a few minutes earlier.

At a trot Bugsy set off in the direction of the harbour. Aft= er meandering in the streets for about fifteen minutes, she found the dog she = was in search of lying on a pile of old rags in the corner of a lot beside a dumpster. Poking it with her muzzle, Bugsy woke up the thin, brown mongrel. For a moment they licked each other’s muzzles. Soon t= he two were busy licking and sniffing each other.= It was not more than ten minutes from when she had found him that the surprised looking male mounted the bitch that Bugsy had transformed into.

While they were coupled the two mat= ing dogs became locked together by his swollen genitals. For this reason, when the alpha do= g in the neighbourhood found them, he was not able to separate and give the alpha the deferential resignation that he felt would have been appropriate. However, as soon as the swelling subsided, the male Bugsy had been locked in union with scampered off out of sight to leave her with the current king of the garbage turf.

Bugsy, who was not a picky seductre= ss, urged the alpha on. She even = used her magic to swell her canine labia to provoke him into a possessive mounti= ng. The alpha was as aroused by her as= the beta had been before. He too = became inseparably united to Bugsy’s female canine genitalia. Bugsy enjoyed her repeated copulat= ion until the alpha male acted objectionably.&= nbsp; In his frustration at being generatively locked in Bugsy, he had mou= thed her aggressively in a manner akin to biting her. That, the threat of violence, was completely unacceptable to her. To the terror and astonishment of the alpha male, he suddenly discovered his inflamed penis was slipping out of the vaginal opening of a human looking woman.

Bugsy had transformed in her irrita= tion and stood up, throwing the alpha male onto his back. Naturally, the alpha f= led from the site of the dumpster to find refuge in some far off dark alley. Bugsy then decided to try the form= of a house cat, and transformed into a sleek black animal with the slim body and= the broad and sensitive ears of a Burmese.&nbs= p;

Setting off through the streets once more, Bugsy took refuge from dogs and people by climbing fire escapes and hopping from terraces to windowsills when possible. Eventually, Bugsy found herself on= the roof of a low apartment building. There, she found the prize she sought. There were three young toms sunbat= hing in the company of two other female cats that were busy grooming themselves. Bugsy began to pr= ance and posture provocatively for the three brothers. Her moves provoked the two other c= ats to take notice of the three toms, so they made themselves scarce. With the rooftop left to them, Bug= sy and the three young tom cats enjoyed nearly an hour of uninterrupted mating and grooming.

Once satisfied, Bugsy took flight a= s a common pigeon, leaving the three toms shocked and confused. Bugsy flew back to the theatre and waited no more than ten minutes for Calanginho to be relieved of his post by the next guard. Perched on the ground behind the post on which the guards leaned, neither one saw Bugsy re= take her womanly form. The relief = guard was shocked by her sudden appearance and let out a muffled scream when the previously unseen woman spoke to Calanginho from the shadows.

Calanginho introduced the Fairy bea= uty to his colleague as his fiancé.&nbs= p; Together, hand in hand, they walked away to the opposite corner of t= he square to wait for the bus. C= alanginho paid the bus fare for them both and they took a bench near the front. It was still early in the morning = with mostly factory workers and shop keepers on the bus. At one of the stops a beggar asked= the driver if he could take him to the harbour. When the driver refused Bugsy aske= d her partner to cover the poor man’s fare. Feeling self conscious though grat= eful, the beggar bowed his thanks to the couple and took a seat at the back of the bus.

Not more than a half hour later the= odd couple disembarked at the Harbour Avenue down which the commercial lorries = made their way laden with timber, ores, and other raw materials. Calanginho had a tiny one bedroom apartment on the first floor above the lobby. From his front window he had a bea= utiful view of the chimney stack of an industrial bakery that was continually emit= ting a dense cloud of grey smoke. = From the rear window in his kitchen, a portion of the harbour could be seen beyo= nd the rows of antennas perched on the roof of the Rede Gl= obo television station. The living/dining room area was furnished with a rented laminated plywood dining table and chairs. In the bedr= oom was a rented wardrobe with Calanginho’s few clothes and his hammock t= hat hung by one hook folded into itself. The stove in the kitchen and the tank of gas were also rented from t= he building owner who had supplied the Amazonian native with overpriced furniture. =

From the kitchen, Calanginho took a medium aluminium pot with a lid, a large wooden bowl, a wooden spoon and two dangerous looking knives. Wit= h the wooden bowl and spoon placed within the pan, he brought it and a map book/t= our guide to the city from the kitchen table to his room. He placed the pots and book in the= bag with his clothes into the large canvas bag that had been beneath the wardro= be. From the windowsill, Calanginho ad= ded his wooden goblet into the pan before placing the hammock into the bag and closing it. It was the most n= atural feeling morning that Calanginho had experienced since he had come to Manaos. In the back of his mi= nd, he wondered why he had stayed in the city for so long. It was the wrong time to ponder su= ch conundrums though. Calanginho pushed those thoughts out of his mind and lay down beside Bugsy on the cool tile on his bedroom floor.

He did not expect to get much sleep, but with a little wave of Bugsy’s hand, Calanginho was soon dreaming = of picking Brazil nut pods from the trees and washing manioc root in river water. When he awoke some five hours later, Bugsy was busy enjoying his exposed erection. Resigned to his fate as he was, Ca= langinho lay beneath Bugsy, feeling her enveloping, succulent flesh surrounding his, while her hands stroked his head and shoulders silently. The young native somewhat enjoyed = the physical contact and stimulation that the Fairy woman gave him with every touch. However, he was still acutely aware of his recent loss of autonomy resulting from Bugsy’s desire to attach to him.

While his body found some enjoyment, his mind raced on ahead. Cala= nginho could feel in his mind that the trap had been sprung and that though he was returning to the forest, he was caught by city life that would draw him back into its clutches. The city l= ife that had given Bugsy her lovers and victims would contain him on her behalf= . In a half dream and half awake sta= te he had visions of cities all over the world that would become Bugsy’s hunting ground. In his vision= s, Calanginho saw himself. All the props th= at had been created as an excuse for individuals to accept modern life surrounded = him in the luxurious beach front penthouse that he saw he would inhabit.

In the vision there were marble til= es on the flooring and gold leaf fixtures in both the bath and the kitchen. The furnishings were all of exotic= hard woods and upholstered with furs and natural hides. At his disposal as both a cook and= a trollop would be a live in servant who would keep the house and take pleasu= re in pleasuring her master. An armoured car with a driver and armed bodyguard would wait on his whim to go out. At the harbour, which Ca= langinho would have a view of from his home, there would wait his own private ship to take him away from the coast with his driver, guard, and servant. It all made him sick for he knew t= hat his vision was of his destiny which laughed in the face of his truest desires.

He was a simple forest dweller at h= eart and he had only taken on the work in the city as a gesture of cooperation w= ith local government. The aim of = his partaking in city life had been to show him how the native lifestyle could = be integrated with that of the modern civilized one. After having worked as a security = guard for six months in that urban jungle, he had felt that the integration was m= ore akin to absolute conversion without any room for ones’ own views and adaptations. In fact, he was = not sure that if he had wanted to return to the forest, the authorities would h= ave allowed it.

Of course though, the authorities w= ould be impotent to stop his returning now that a Fairy was tied to him. Calanginho knew that no social organization had the power to go against the desires of a Fairy. The only reason that society did n= ot come across this difficulty more frequently was that Fairies seldom had a desire to act contrary to society and potentially expose themselves and the= ir supremacy of desire over hominid will power. Most Fairies had essentially no eg= o and no self interest. =

The characteristics and motives that made Bugsy so very alarming to him was precisely that she took pleasure in upsetting man’s self delusion of power and supremacy over all life on= the planet. Perhaps pleasure was = not the right word though, thought Calanginho.= Bugsy found the process of crushing man’s supremacy, supremely comical. He had heard fables = about such mischievously inclined and cosmically distorted Fairies and other magi= cal creatures from Fairyland from the elder tribesmen and women when he was a child. It was both a misfortu= ne and a great gift to meet such a mythological Fairyland creature as Bugsy. Her company was neither desirable = nor avoidable, and it would likewise be double edged in its recompense.

Calanginho had been thinking with a process that would eventually lead him to seek out a solution of some kind = to his circumstance. However, fi= nding a way to get free of Bugsy’s clutches without bringing out her ill wi= ll and rage would prove to be a slow and delicate process. Calanginho could only hope that he= would succeed before he was an old man. He knew that his tribe and the old medicine man would do what they c= ould to help him. However, Bugsy was clearly not a Brazilian land Fairy and firs= t he would have to learn more about where she came from and why she had become so contrary to the welfare of natural people like the natives.

The short and thin dark man beneath= the red dotted, satin skinned Fairy ejaculated into his lover and mistress. Bugsy could hear his thoughts= as her lover pondered his future as it would be shaped by her. She realized that it was a matter = of time only before he managed to release himself, but it would certainly take= him a lot of time. She expected t= hat the spell that he would need would only find its path into Calanginho’= ;s mind in twenty or more years. Bugsy expected that some time around the age of fifty Calanginho would manage to become free of her desires. However, because he would be so habituated to the life that he had w= ith her, despite freeing himself he would never leave her side until his death. Therefore, Bugsy felt = that she would have no obstacles to the fun that she expected to have by being associated with Calanginho. <= o:p>

Once Bugsy was satisfied with her coupling in the afternoon she stood up and smoothed her dress and adjusted = the sleeves. Not having even take= n her boots off to enjoy her native man, Bugsy was soon ready to go out. She tied her lengthy and voluminou= s wavy hair back and pulled the front door open.&= nbsp; With her back to the opening she did not see the small boy who had c= ome running down the hall stopped frozen at the sight of Bugsy. She had been aware of his presence though. The little mulatto bo= y of about four had been running to get down the stairs before the ice cream ven= dor turned the corner to pass the apartment building lobby with his bell ringing cart. Somewhat in awe and wit= h a rising awareness of both alarm and fear, he had stopped stock still trying = to hold his breath as the Fairy spoke to Calanginho.

“Ok my love, I will be back in about ten minutes with a moped to pick you up. Call your security company like I = said and also leave a message for the landlord that you are leaving town. By the time that anyone comes look= ing for you, we will be half way to the forest. Remember that I love you and that = I will make you glad that you met me in time, just don’t make me angry. I will be generous with you, you w= ill see.” Calanginho had not moved from where he lay on the tiled floor of his bedroom. Supporting himself on his elbows he watched the colour drain slowly out of the little boy behind the Fairy as B= ugsy spoke to him. Still feeling t= he staring eyes behind her, Bugsy turned with a slow and deliberate movement t= hat looked like a portion of a choreographed dance. As she glided around on her booted= feet, the boy moved with her as if trying desperately to stay out of her line of sight. “Stop”, she whispered in a language that was not Portuguese, nor English, a Fairy spell language that was more like Indo-European, but not that either.

The boy was frozen out of time for = as long as it amused or suited Bugsy to have him. With a limber arm she caught the b= oy by his shoulder and brought him around her where she gazed at him with a slim smile on her lips. “Oh = what a pity that you are so young my dear,” Bugsy was speaking very quietly = more to herself than for human ears. However, both Calanginho and the little boy heard her in their minds= as if she had been bellowing into their ears with a bullhorn. “I can wait for you to grow = up though.” “I will = give you a piece of myself so that I may always find you later.” “You will be mine one day, don’t forget it now.” “You had better not get married until then for it would be a shame to see her te= ars watering the plants when I come for you my dear boy.” With her hand still holding the bo= y by his shoulder, Bugsy had taken her other hand and done her spell. With her free hand she had reached= into her body as if it had been a box covered with a veil of translucent silk. In her palm had emerged a small cr= umb of a rainbow coloured spirit. Wi= th that hand she had reached into the boy and planted her soul shard into his heart. The pain of the extra = spirit had woken him from the frozen state with a sharp yell.

In something of a panic the boy had sprung away from Bugsy and fled at a gallop down the corridor and around the corner. Clutching his aching = chest he had run down the stairs, supporting himself uncharacteristically on the banister as he leapt two or three steps at a time. No matter how fast he ran though, = it was too late for him. The boy was= fated by his soul sharing a piece of a Fairy spirit to become Bugsy’s next = lover, partner, and accomplice once Calanginho had finally passed away at age 60.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Bugsy was after all a Fairy and an immortal. Though she could sh= ow aging on her physical appearance to match with her lover, she could change = her appearance to also match a younger lover.&= nbsp; She changed her appearance there at the door before walking away. Her dress gathered and transformed subtly into what looked like bloomers.&nbs= p; With a commanding look in her eye, Bugsy made eye contact with Calan= ginho for a brief moment across the two rooms and then turned briskly and left to fetch a vehicle. <= /span>

Calanginho sat up sluggishly, not q= uite sure of himself or what he had just seen Bugsy do with the little boy that = had run into her. He reached for = the telephone on the window sill and dialled the numbers to his employer on the rotating disk. “is the Captain in?” Calanginho= began by asking the receptionist after introducing himself and giving his employee number to the young girl that took the call. She did not reply, but she efficie= ntly patched the call through. Ver= a, the receptionist was a sensitive and intelligent girl who had been forced to ta= ke a job as a receptionist when her new husband had been caught conducting an illegal gambling game at a local bar and restaurant some months earlier. She had two small children and had= moved in with her mother when she had gotten the bad news.

She had been starting to set up a little dress making shop with the illegal earnings that her husband had bee= n bringing home from the game of the beasts as he called it. Vera had known that there was a ri= sk he would be caught, though he had been running the shady game for several years before they had become engaged.

The funds had been converted into g= old, jewels, and US Dollars before being stored in a vault registered to her mot= her as guardian over an account given to the children. The funds for opening and running = the dress shop were almost enough, but not quite sufficient. Vera had postponed her dream and t= aken a job to wait out the twenty eight months that ‘Pardal= 217;, as her husband was known, would spend behind bars. They could have lost their savings= by paying the bond, but neither of them felt it was worth giving up the shop a= nd the future of their children.

Compelled by an intuition, Vera eves dropped the conversation between Calanginho and her employer, Capitão Reginaldo de Araújo Carvalho.

“Oh good morning Captain.” “Yes, t= hank you, work went very well yesterday, but I need to make a report….” “= Yes, it is another sighting.” “There was a Fairy that came out of the theatre through the lo= cked glass doors….” “No, of course nothing was damaged; it opened the door to the concession stand and rattled the door as it stepped through the glass.̶= 1; No, there is no more to the report= , and there were no other witnesses.” “By the way, it asked me to take it into the forest, I am leav= ing this evening to go back to my people and the wilderness.” “No, I have not been drinking on the job, I never drink that poisonous brew, you know that.̶= 1; “Yes I quit, I will be gone = before you get here, bye.” Thi= s was the fifth report of Fairies Vera had heard in three months. She decided she would have to ling= er around the Teatro Amazônas some nights a week and at least one day of= the weekend in the hopes of one day seeing this phenomenon occur.

After hanging up his final call to = the security firm Calanginho dialled the number to his land lord, Xinxim Figueiredo. As expected, the answering service took the call. “Hello, Xinxim it is Calango fr= om unit 6d at 182 Avenida do Porto.” “I have to go back to the fo= rest and I am leaving today.” “Call the government administration offices for them to settle= any issues you have with the flat.” “I left all the rented furniture and equipment the way you put= it in before I arrived.” H= e hung up and dressed himself before leaving the little flat with his duffle and t= he now useless key in his pocket.

After locking his door he stood in = the concrete hall way for a few minutes looking through the terracotta tile hoo= ps that formed a lattice on the outer wall of the apartment block. For a few minutes he stood still, looking down onto the city and the harbour. While he stood there gazing, more = aware of the lattice wall than of anything he saw beyond it, the native Indian fe= lt that Bugsy was somewhere near but not yet in view. He descended the concrete stairs stopping at each landing to survey the street for Bugsy and any mopeds.

Bugsy had wandered the streets for approximately three blocks when she found an old moped with its blue and gr= een paint peeling. It was propped against the back wall of a small grocer with a small restaurant area on one side with three tables. The o= ld moped had been left leaning like a bicycle of an excited child that throws = it down before rushing into an arcade to take up a game. Even the ignition key had be= en left in place. As it had been= left behind a large dumpster and a pile of burlap sacking and wood crates, it co= uld have been presumed that no one walking past the alley would see it without = purpose. However, Bugsy did have a purpose = in her search and had found the vehicle.

With a wave of her hand the moped vanished from view with her. = As she was unseen, she easily pulled the light motorized cycle out from its parking and wheeled it easily to the end of the alley and turned the corner with it behind the liqueur outlet and its windowless red brick wall. Above the liqueur outlet there was another apartment building with a fire escape ladder that came down from th= e numerous balconies on that side of the building.&nb= sp; The only signs of people that might be awake in that back street were the clothe lines loaded with garments tethered by clips as they flapped in = the breeze on each of the many terraces. Bugsy turned the key and kicked the starter lightly to start the winy little motor.

Travelling down the narrow back str= eet for three blocks, Bugsy turned the corner and stopped in front of the side entrance to 182 Avenida do Porto. Calanginho was waiting for her sit= ting on the last step with the duffle bag strapped to his back by its handles li= ke an enormous military backpack. He could hear the noise of the moped, but he could not see it, therefore he did not move. Bugsy called his na= me and Calanginho answered telling her that he could not see her. A moment later Bugsy and the moped materialized a few feet away form the door with the moped stopped on the sidewalk.

Calanginho stood up and paced unhurriedly toward the Fairy and her pinched moped. He knew that there was no good rea= son for her to have taken a vehicle, but he guessed correctly that she thought = it would be more fun to travel this way. With a hand on Bugsy’s shoulder, he swung a leg over the moped balancing precariously with the large bag on his back. Bugsy felt a dramatic shift in the weight distribution on the little bike.&nb= sp; The vehicle could handle the weight of them both easily, but she felt that the large bag was putting her lover off balance. Bugsy had after all made herself essentially weightless in relation to the moped which left the unbalancing weight at the back.

Turning half way around on the seat= of the moped, Bugsy asked to be given the duffle. With the handles in her hand the l= arge bag began to contract before Calanginho’s own eyes. He had seen magic like this before= in the forest, but never done to a modern city object. In no more than a moment the now f= anny pack sized duffle was slung over the handlebars. Taking hold of Bugsy by her delica= te waist, he held on to her as they set off jumping the curb deftly to travel = down the avenue. =

They passed by the Praça São Sebastião and turned southeast heading out of town. They sped along past children playing soccer on the street pavement. Weather beaten ancient looking str= eet vendors of no more than forty or fifty years hailed them and bellowed their offers as they passed trying to lure them into buying pots, rugs, hats, jewellery, or other hand crafted items.&nb= sp; Calanginho would wave at them as a polite gesture of refusal before pushing back his hair that had been pressed into his eyes by the warm wind.=

Thirty minutes after departing they passed the one Kilometre marker indicating the last kilometre before the recognized border of the city. They were finally out on the open road that led to the Interstate highway and to= the forest. The old road was narr= ow and patterned with the irregular cracking and ruptures provoked by the intense combination of severe tropical heat and nearly daily rain showers. After zigzagging down the road to = avoid the largest fissures and pot wholes, they reached the gas station at the ni= ne-kilometre marker where they pulled off.

Taking aboard an additional six lit= res of gasoline, Calanginho also obtained a container of drinking water, four <= /span>Acarajé fr= itters, and two little cups of doce de leite with spoons<= /span>. He wanted to have a light meal whe= n they got to the end of the road before setting off on foot to find the tribe. He took the driving position when = they set off again while Bugsy wrapped her lengthy arms rapturously about his torso. Together as before, th= ey set off down the treacherous thoroughfare in the tailwind behind an old VW Bug = that was limping along the road en-route to some rural destination with a red cl= ay soil that was dried and caked all over the hood, sides and back of the litt= le car, also caking the rear window.

Approximately an hour and a half la= ter, the bug pulled off and proceeded down an earthen side road marked with a wooden, hand painted sign that began with the words, ”Rancho Sã= ;o G….” The remainder of the sign was cake= d with earth and was illegible. It w= as clear that the distance to the ranch and village were specified on the old sign, but no body seemed to ever tend to the clarity of it as all inhabitan= ts of the community could find the road by the topography and change in vegetation.

Bugsy watched the VW Beatle skipping down the rutted road as Calanginho drove on maintaining a steady pace on the moped in third gear. Fifteen minutes later they passed the government sign warning that the road ended in half of a kilometre. Calangin= ho slowed down and coasted on while he began to look for a clear patch into wh= ich he could pull off the road and park the moped out of the way.

After passing several littered turn outs he stopped the moped fifty metres short of the edge of the asphalt. Most of the turn offs were littere= d wit scrub, ferns, vines, old logs, and garbage left by loggers, poachers, miners and other scavenging human thieves. These uncivilized abusers of land excused their own exploitative behaviours in the same way that the Europeans and American setlers before t= hem had done on the land they had invaded.&nbs= p;

“Oh, I need to find new resou= rces for my family and my country….” “I don’t hurt anything= ; I am just one man looking for new opportunity….” They would leave the rubble of the= ir opportunistic quests all over the forest and naturally, along the road that went along its border as well. Parts of trees, plants, and animals that they did not understand or = that they felt could not be sold were discarded along with the broken down vehic= les, auto parts, and packaging materials from their preserved, partly eaten lunc= hes.

Calanginho stopped at the edge of t= he tarmac for Bugsy to dismount before he did. With the handlebars still firmly i= n his hands, he walked the vehicle down onto the damp earth of the embankment. He wove his way with the moped thr= ough the garbage, scrub and undergrowth at the forest’s edge for nearly one hundred metres before he found what he was seeking. At the foot of an enormous Kapok t= ree covered in epiphytes, he pushed the little bike into the shadow of its fifteen or twenty foot tall buttress root. Calanginho put his hand on the buttress root of the big tree and spo= ke to it quietly in native language rather than in Portuguese.

“Good evening Lady Ceiba. May I please leave this little, fr= agile machine in your protection until it is time for me to leave with it again?” He felt silent = for a few minutes while he listened to the tree.= Bugsy stood close by watching and listening for she did not need to touch the tree to feel it speak, she could hear its voice as plainly as she could hear her lover’s. Bugsy stepped closer and disappeared into the wood of the tree without Calanginho needing to relay the tree’s request for aid in return for the protect= ion.

The old Kapok tree was over burdened with epiphytes and needed a hand shaking them off before some its boughs we= re brought down from the excess weight. By itself, the tree could not truly be described as mobile despite t= he sloth-like movements of its boughs and foliage throughout the light cycle.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Calanginho was glad that the Fairy= woman was taking the initiative. As= he waited to see what Bugsy would do, he thought about what he could have done= had she not been there.

Well, for a start he would not have been there with a stolen moped. Calanginho would have hitch hiked with a lumber truck or an ore truc= k as far into to the forest as it could take him. From there he would have walked th= rough the undergrowth and probably followed one of the rivers until he caught sig= ht of one of his tribe’s people passing in a canoe. If such a tree had on an off chance asked him to alleviate some of the parasitic weight it would have been something of a sacrificial effort for him to satisfy it. Calanginho was an excellent climbe= r and quite acrobatic. However, han= ging from branches and dislodging well adhered epiphytes, even when using foot straps, was still a dangerous undertaking.= The project would have taken him at least a couple of days if he did= not fall from sheer muscular fatigue along the process.

Such a fall, if not fatal would certainly disable him like it had his great uncle when Calanginho had been = only three. To the touch of his ha= nd the tree began to feel very different as Bugsy permeated every part of its body= and roots. Fairies did such thing occasionally which led to legends of walking, talking trees that would sometimes move, and take root in a new part of the forest. Such things had even been known to happen to settlers and ranchers that had cleared an old pat of the forest.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Whether the clearing had been done= with machines or by burning, sometimes the Fairies would move several large trees into a new clearing to stop the clearing form being farmed. It was rare that any persons= would be witness to these events. I= f a person did see them it was best they kept their sighting to themselves thou= gh, for they became likely patients at the nearest psychiatric hospitals.

The natives, of course, knew that t= rees could be moved and told myths about such events. In the bark of the tree could be s= een a subtle transformation that revealed enlarged silhouettes of Bugsy’s physical features within the rigid outlines of the tree. The tree seemed to begin to jitter= and rustle gently beginning at its base with an increasing wave of movement that rose toward the crown. In a f= ew moments the entire tree was rippling along its branches and trunk as it swu= ng violently. The animals that h= ad inhabited its crown had been given sufficient time to move to other trees as they had felt the Fairy slowly filling the whole plant with its spirit and energy. A large portion of the epiphytes that had been clinging to the Kapok were thrown off to find new moorings on neighbouring trees if they could.

Bugsy stopped moving the tree slowly over a few minutes. It took h= er more than three times longer to stop the tree and come out of it than it had taken her to enter it and to start the first ripple. Calanginho had been waiting = in the wedge of one arm of the buttress root beside the moped for nearly an hour.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> The moving tree had threatened to = throw the moped forcing him to struggle to move it to a safer side of the enormous plant.

When Bugsy finally took her usual womanly form after stepping out of the tree’s trunk, she was quite pa= le from the effort. As she shrun= k down from the towering heights of the tree, her translucence was replaced with h= er more common soft, fleshy, and delicately sensual appearance. Once fully returned to her alluring femininity, she took off her boots, dress, and undergarments. Taking her bun= dle of clothes wrapped about her boots in one hand, she took the shrunken duffle o= ff the handlebars with the other. She threw the little bag to the ground, holding it only by the zipper as to ope= n it as it expanded to its original size.

Into the large canvas duffle Bugsy slipped the bundle of her urban attire.&nb= sp; Calanginho removed his light linen slacks, shirt and bundled them wi= th his canvas loafers before adding his clothes to the bag. From it he also took the little ba= g that held the two cups of sweet milk curds and the four bean fritters with shrimp. With their meal they = each drank about a litre of water. The waste packaging material which was principally plastic was wrapped tightly = in a plastic bag and left attached to the moped to be disposed of in a city late= r.

On foot, they set off over the damp soil covered in rotting foliage and new plants that were hoping to find a w= ay through the high canopy to become the next generation of rain forest giants= . As they began to walk in the gradu= ally diminishing light of the setting sun, a light rain began to moisten them as= it filtered through the lush canopy high above their heads. In the few clearin= gs that they passed through the downpour was torrential. It was fortunate that the canvas b= ag was of the waxed type with a semi impermeable coating. Their belongings would have been s= odden in the heavy rain that preceded and pursued them through the trees for over= an hour. The wet season had begu= n a few weeks before Bugsy’s arrival and would likely linger long after s= he had left with the pink pearls.

In the steadily falling rain they walked on in search of the first river or estuary they could reach. It was night before they found a b= ranch of the Rio Negro and took refuge on the = lower branches of a small and still accessible Capirona tree. When they awoke in the diffuse lig= ht of a wet season morning the rain had reduced to a drizzle that only occasional= ly seeped through the canopy to the floor of the forest. While the morning was still cool, = they set off through the trees along the bank heading west in the hopes of sight= ing one of his tribe or being sighted by them from their canoes as they passed.=

Along the way they ran across vario= us shrubs that were flowering and ate some blossoms while only drinking the ne= ctar of others. Some time after th= ey had set off a large seedpod about the size of a grapefruit and with a dark husk fell from some height a few yards ahead of them. Calanginho recognized it as the fr= uit of the Brazil nut tree and ran ahead to collect it. Its shell had fractured in several places with the fall. It was therefore quite easy to take the individual nuts from their segments. Each segment was wrapped in the dense and hard shell with multiple layers of delicate papery brown skins that coated the cream white nuts.

After they had each eaten three or = four nuts they felt their appetites had been satisfied. With two nuts being roughly the equivalent of eating one egg, they were now reasonably well fed. Since each pod contained approxima= tely a dozen or more nuts, Calanginho put the remaining nuts in the pod into the shrunken bag that he carried on his shoulder. The noise level in the forest was = rising rapidly with the monkeys setting off on their search for food after having spent the early hours of the morning grooming each other. The Arara ma= caws had been making their calls which over shadowed those of many of the other birds and small critters in the canopy. In the deafening din of songs, calls, and announcements the two travellers came across a banana tree that was bearing fruit that were still fairly new and green.

From one of the bunches hanging upo= n the banana tree, Calanginho took a few green fruit. With them the two travellers walke= d back to water’s edge and sat on a mossy patch a few feet from the river. Periodically an alligator could be= seen popping up from the water to survey the surface before submerging out of si= ght once more. Occasionally they = were observed by a pink dolphin who would circulate and come near the shore investigating them curiously. They each consumed two chalky green bananas and two more nuts before taking turns having a drink from the dark water saturated with silt.

It was while Calanginho was keeping watch and Bugsy was drinking that there was a shout from across the river.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Peering into the shadows on the ot= her bank, he saw first a young man in a loin cloth waving to him from some height, ab= out half way up a Bacu pari tree with a woven basket into whic= h he had been collecting the large berries.&nbs= p; From the shadows came out two more young men with baskets and spears that walked out to the edge of the water to greet them from across the wate= r. They had been doing some fishing e= arlier and decided to collect some fruit as well.= The canoe was about half a kilometre up river in a little bay. Once the boy with the fruit had re= turned to the ground with his harvest, Calanginho and his companion were asked to = wait for their return before the three vanished into the undergrowth of <= span lang=3DPT-BR style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";mso-= ansi-language: PT-BR'>Cupuaçu and ferns.

No more than thirty or forty minutes later the long and narrow canoe was visible moving languidly down the river toward the mossy patch on which Calanginho and Bugsy sat waiting for them. Shortly thereafter the three Apurinã natives pulled up to the bank in the long boat made from the hollowed out trunk of a tree. The boy at the prow of the little boat stepped onto the bank gracefully securing that end of the canoe to the bank while Calanginho took hold of the other.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Together they held the little boat= still for Bugsy to board. In a fami= liar and smooth movement, Calanginho and the boy boarded in unison whilst pushing off from the bank.

It was not long after the launching that with the two oarsmen, the little boat had been turned and they began t= heir return journey to the camp. D= uring this trip Bugsy had made sure to sit at the back with only Calanginho behind her. Sitting in more of a kne= eling position than was called for, Bugsy leaned back shortly onto CalanginhoR= 17;s chest in some gesture between pleading and apology. A moment later she swung her body forward with a rocking motion that left her breast nestled lightly against = the back of the oldest of the three young men, Aranha, w= ho was due to be married at age twenty in a few months.

Through the regularly flexing muscl= es in his bronzed back Aranha could feel Bugsy’s nipples stiffening and being massaged by his moving shoulder blades. He tried to ignore her touch and to keep quiet knowing that Calanginho could probably see what she= was doing. Her arousal and percep= tible desire did affect him though, provoking a rapid and convulsing erection to = rise between his open and arched legs braced on the sides of the canoe by his sp= read knees. Still rowing, Aranha w= as startle by Bugsy reaching beneath his armpits and around his sides and bell= y to take hold of his member with one hand and caress the virtually hairless scr= otal sacks with the other. Calangi= nho knowing what was likely to follow knelt behind Bugsy and took the oar from = his nephew.

The other two could feel what was happening behind them from the sudden change in the pattern of energy given= off by their cousin. Feeling the = change was enough for them to know what was taking place. Neither of the other two young men turned around to see what was taking place as they had grown up seeing, hearing, and feeling they adults around them change into the sexual energy pattern at times. There was o= nly a momentary lapse in the rowing at the rear and then it continued with a slig= htly more unsteady stroke as it had been several months since Calanginho had man= aged an oar. However, after a coup= le of minutes he settled back into the familiar rowing rhythms that he had been accustomed to since childhood.

As Calanginho rowed, Bugsy enjoyed = the sensation of a swelling male implement in her grasp. With the other enveloping hand, she caressed the smooth scrotal sack whilst rubbing his testicles together gent= ly. The young native sat still, leaning lightly onto the plump and yielding breasts of the molesting Fairy woman. He surrendered himself completely = to her pleasuring touch while her arms encircled him. In time, Bugsy brought the youth t= hrough to his relieving final stage once he had turned to face her which allowed B= ugsy the satisfying flavour experience of her first jungle man. Fifteen minutes later the five disembarked within sight of the column of smoke rising from the camp. It was situated in view of the wat= er some fifty metres from the bank in an oddly shaped clearing with a very dark and fine soil

Three tribal elders, two aged women= and the medicine man came toward the disembarking group to welcome the strange = pale woman and to greet Calanginho who had been away for that half year. As soon as the three were within a= few feet of Bugsy they froze with expressions of concern and veiled alarm growi= ng on their faces. They knew instantly that Bugsy was a Fairy and not the help= ful kind either. Before the two e= lder women had taken Bugsy by her elbows to lead her to their hut, her lover announced that they were to be married.&nb= sp; For a few minutes there was utter silence as the forest was filled w= ith a sense of apprehension and menace. A juvenile monkey fell to his death on the forest floor nearly one hundred feet below. Suddenly = the entire forest erupted into a cacophony of screams as monkeys, rodents, birds scattered in what seemed a circle of panic around the Apurinã camp.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'>

Despite their dark skins, the three elders were pale when Bugsy looked at them again. The two women were standing each o= n one side of Calanginho holding one of his hands with both of theirs as if plead= ing that this misfortune had not befallen them. The medicine man came between the = elder women and Bugsy and asked her to negotiate the marriage. Bugsy smiled confidently and nodde= d as she gestured with a hand for the three elders to lead the way to the hut.

Bugsy was taken to a low hut with partly buried logs forming a sort of water gate that served as a foundation= for the branch framework. The bou= ghs were covered with tightly woven palm leaves and a few waxy broad leaves from plants on the forest floor that served both as aesthetic detail and for additional water repellence. = While Calanginho went off to reacquaint himself with the tribe, the elders sat wi= th Bugsy on thick woven leaf mats to talk and drink from the fruity shrimp soup thickened with tapioca known in places as Tacacá. The Jambu leaves in the dish, whic= h are related to the Coca plant, had their mild effect on the three elders and on= ly made the unaffected Bugsy irritable and suspicious.

After a couple of hours of conversa= tion about Fairies, Natives, Brazilians, and the forest, one of the elder women steered the discussion toward the imminent marriage. It became rapidly clear that all t= hree were anxious about one of their tribe marrying a Fairy, particularly one fr= om a different Tellurian realm than that of their people. If Bugsy was destined to be with Calanginho that was something they could not change. However, they made it clear that i= f need be one of them would visit the Fairy Queen who ruled the South American Tellurian Realm. With their F= airy Queen’s assistance and guidance they would seek to have Fairy Queen Sequoia interfere to prevent the marriage.= Bugsy knew perfectly well that it would become another task for the Fairy King Rowan whom she wished to avoid.=

As it had not been her desired plan= to marry Calanginho she enacted a reluctant agreement to not marry the young native Apurinã after a few hours of needlessly tense discussion. Bugsy insisted on exchanging the marriage for some form of gifts though, in accordance with her earlier plan. Relived to have obtaine= d a binding magical contract with the Fairy woman, the four shared a wooden gob= let of Fairy Draught as it was prepared by the Southern Fairies of the <= span lang=3DPT-BR style=3D'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Bookman Old Style";mso-= ansi-language: PT-BR'>Reino Terrestre as it was known. The medicine man then declared tha= t it would take him one waxing moon cycle to prepare some of the gifts that they would exchange for the agreement.

The eldest of the two women was satisfied though she showed the marks of sadness on her face, creased with = the signs of nearly a century of smiling and joy.&nb= sp; The old woman knew more clearly than the others the pains of separat= ion and the cursed existence her great nephew would endure because of the irrevocable bond he had with this Fairy.&n= bsp; She knew that in less than a year he would have to leave the tribe a= gain to ensure its continued magical security.&= nbsp; Though Calanginho would be in her company for the coming year, she k= new that she would die without having seen him ever again. That was how fate worked though, a= nd like Calanginho, she was resigned to it despite her emotions.

The medicine man left to collect the ingredients he would need with a grin of satisfaction pulled tightly across= his face in an effort to contain the strain he felt in anticipation of the task= he was embarking on, on behalf of this strange Fairy woman. He felt quite correctly that she w= as likely to cause mischief with anything he gave her and that her mischief wo= uld be spread far away from the Apurinã tribe because he would be genero= us with her. It is a truth that = the most effective way of relating to any Fairy is to be generous with it. That is something that has unfortu= nately been forgotten in our day and age except by the few native people who have managed to stave the drowning floods of modernity and that misconception na= med progress.

The remaining elder woman led the undressed Bugsy to the river to bathe before taking her to her own hut that= she shared with a few older women. The women chatted while they carried on their tasks with the two infants, some = of the food to be served later, and with personal hygiene and beautification.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> The general atmosphere was fairly relaxed among the women with Bugsy. However, not one of them let their magical sense and guard down for a moment in her presence. If on= e of the Apurinã women needed time to herself she would leave Bugsy’= ;s company and seek refuge and solace either in the forest or in another hut.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'>

Many of the children of all ages ca= me from that encampment and from other Apurinã camps elsewhere in the Amazon forest. The children c= ame with grandparents to visit the Fairy and to learn to identify both the ener= gy pattern and faint, but discernible characteristic first hand. This gave Bugsy the opportunity to= tell many stories about Mexico, the United States, and= Canada = to entertain the small groups that would come and visit her in the company of = the tribal women. Some tales she = shared were even about her adventures in Europe= . Of particular interest were those = about the native Laplanders, Inuit from Greenland, and of the Native Americans from the northern regions.

Stories of ice falling from the sky both terrified the youngsters and made them laugh at thoughts of how solid = water could feel both soft and dry. None of them was ever very likely to encounter either ice or snow in the Amazon = and they knew this perfectly well. The idea of a frozen forest blanketed with snow flakes while being nearly compl= etely silent captivated their imaginations though and filled their souls with eer= ie sensations.

Occasionally Bugsy would be led out into the forest to be shown around the place with Calanginho and some of his younger relatives. On one occ= asion she was invited to come on a hunt for monkey which brought a few surprises. Calanginho had very quickly become comfortable with the native lifestyle with which he had been raised. His marksmanship with= the blow dart was still excellent despite the six months with no practice. The five young men who accompanied= Bugsy, including Calanginho, had a marvellously successful hunt bringing two catch= es each with little effort. The = intent had been to have a swift and averagely successful hunt that should last a f= ew hours. However, Bugsy managed= to enchant each one separately while they were each in quest of one of the mon= keys in the group.

The tactic had been to go with five= men plus the guest to reduce the risk of such an enchantment. Unfortunately, th= ey had failed to keep one as a watch over the mischievous Bugsy. Naturally, the Fairy woman took advantage of the men’s vulnerability while concentrating to charm them all. The hunt was subsequently delayed by a few hours during which the naked fairy who had turned her pale freckled skin into a mottled medium green with patches of a green earth col= our, fornicated with each of them. For one hour she enjoyed both offering and receiving oral sex form each of the = five who donated to her hunger unknowingly.&nbs= p; During the second hour Bugsy had intercourse with each of them in her favoured canine posture as her original form resembled most that of a coyot= e. For entertainment she even changed= shape a few times for each man. Fro= m the form of a woman Bugsy took on the shape of a large shaggy dog, followed by = that of a horned goat ewe, and lastly the shape of a particularly long legged ja= guar or a capybara before returning to the form of a woman. Her last hour was taken up with mu= ltiple partner formation in which each of the hunters was rotated through the three orifices. <= /p>

Somewhat satisfied, Bugsy finally b= roke her enchantment of the five. = They awoke perplexed at the sudden absence of prey in the canopy above them. They each felt strangely aroused a= nd simultaneously sexually satisfied. Calanginho and the two oldest suspected that Bugsy had done somethin= g, though they could not say what it may have been. However, Bugsy quickly distracted = the five by indicating the direction in which she had seen the monkeys depart a= fter having watched the enchantment and some of the proceedings with both fright= and awe. Bugsy knew t= he monkeys were close by and had the five creeping silently up to the now unsuspecting group.

By the time the sentinel monkeys detected the five hunters, five monkeys had fallen from the canopy and the = dart blowers were raising the tubes for a second shot. All ten targets were successfully = hit and the hunt had in fact only taken some fifteen minutes. This was quite extraordinary by the average hunt, but could be explained by the company of a Fairy. In reality though, the five had be= en away for several hours and their success would have been regarded as expect= ed by the tribal group. They kne= w that several hours had passed by the change in the light, but they had no memory= of what had transpired. Though t= hey had suspicions about Bugsy’s contribution, not one of the five hunters mentioned any anomaly to the other tribe’s people.

Time passed for Bugsy mostly in the company of the women and children though.&= nbsp; Once every day, Calanginho went out into the forest with Bugsy and t= hey coupled rapturously as her lover began to accustom himself to being bound to this Fairy. In the evenings t= he camp would have one communal meal where they all sat together and ate from = the bounty of the forest; roasted monkey, sautéed beans, stewed duck wit= h maniçoba, s= weet potatoes, manioc flour, grilled fish, cupuaçu, piquia, pupumba, mang= o, banana, and castanha. The eve= ning banquet varied of course and not every thing was offered every day like some royal banquet from a medieval wedding.&nbs= p; The entire group did congregate though, both to eat together, conver= se and reinforce their social bonds.

During the fortnight that Bugsy was with the tribe, she remained fairly well behaved under the watchful eyes of= the elders and the women. During = this period the medicine man brewed a large batch of the Fairy Draught and then cooked down about two thirds of the batch to prepare the paste from which t= he pink pearls were prepared. Of= the six kilos of the paste prepared, one kilo was reserved for the tribe to barter = with forest workers from the city. The remaining five kilos were rolled into little pearls that were dipped in sug= ar cane syrup and dried in the heat of the sun.

With the five kilos of pink pearls carefully bundled into a pouch made from banana leaves, Bugsy was taken bac= k to the base of the Kapok tree where the moped had been left. She restored the shrunken duffle b= ag and donned her boots and dress before giving the bag with Calanginho’s belongings to him and wheeling the moped back to the road. Waving her thanks Bugsy had alarme= d the three natives with her departure. While on the moped she had set off in the direction of the end of the road only fifty metres away and turned sharply to the left as the moped had skipped off the road into brush. She had instantly vanished into a time-space gap with the vehicle leaving no tr= ace behind her.

After a few minutes of consternatio= n, the three Apurinã had concluded correctly that Bugsy was probably emerging from the time-space gap in fine condition in both another part of = the world and at a different time. They had never known that persons could travel down such passages with vehicles = and all, but Bugsy was a Fairy after all. Unconcernedly, the three men had returned to their canoe and travell= ed up stream a little past the encampment to carry on with some fishing.

The trip for Bugsy had only taken a= few seconds when she emerged at the end of Los Arbol= es Avenue in Palo Alto, California only two hours after having vanished from the copulating affections of the Los Angelino utility worker, Kevin, following the visit by the Fairy King Rowan nearly a month earlier. On her borrowed moped with a Brazilian licence plate, Bugsy puttered in the murk of dusk up to Searville Road<= /st1:address>. Turning again, she then conne= cted to Sand Hill Road to traverse from Palo Alto over the border= to the neighbouring town, Menlo Park<= /st1:place>.

Bugsy was headed to the suburban ho= me of yet another former lover who was now divorced and paying Bugsy child sup= port for a child that was in the care of an orphanage in = Baltimore, Maryland unbeknownst to him. Jeff, who= was now living as a bachelor and still working in Venture Capital at his office= on Sand Hill Road, in Menlo Park, was c= ompletely disoriented by the surprise visit. <= /span>Jeff had never even suspected that his affair had been with any more than an ordinary house wife married to an accountant that was never home.

Lucy, as he knew her, had unfortuna= tely become pregnant while her husband was away on an over seas auditing trip fo= r a corporate client. Bugsy had arranged for another lover, a lawyer from New York City, to contact Jeff on behalf of her non-existent husband, threatening a law suit. Jeff had settled out of court for = monthly payments of nearly $1,500 a month until the child was 18 years old. He had lost his marriage over the incident and was also paying his former wife a substantial monthly alimony.=

Bugsy had continued to visit Jeff periodically, but their relations had cooled significantly thereafter. Jeff had taken on other lovers lat= er and currently had relations with a barista from his local coffee shop he visited daily, before work. The young= girl was as uninterested in marriage as he now was, and had offered Jeff an incentive for sex by showing him documentation of her sterility and showing= him her abdominal scar from her hysterectomy,&= nbsp; Angela, the barista, had suffered the misfortune of cervical cancer = very young. At the young age of seventeen, after several years of drug abuse and affairs with two nuclear technologists serving in the navy while temporarily stationed at the Moffet Field Air force base in near by Mountain View.

To save her life she had had her ut= erus removed and moved away from her home neighbourhood in Campbell, in an effort to leave her drug connections behind. Angela ha= d the unfortunate habit of gravitating toward drug users. She had met Jeff as a customer at = the shop while he was on the way to work and high on a line of cocaine. They had hit it off as friends immediately, which had developed into a lasting relationship with equal par= ts drug use, sex, watching movies, and eating out on weekends.

When Bugsy pushed the back gate ope= n to enter Jeff’s suburban home on Leon Way, near the intersection of the El Camino Re= al with Valparaiso, he fell off his exercise machine in surprise. With her she wheeled in the stolen= moped from a foreign country and a package wrapped in some giant leaves. Barefoot, and only in his shorts, = the pale, over weight, Jeff got up and opened the sliding glass door between the garden and family room to let Bugsy in.&nb= sp; Jeff was so anxious and unsettled that he ignored what he saw with t= he bundle and the moped.

Jeff would rather just forget any anomaly that crossed his path to keep his life simple, straight forward, and average. As Bugs parked the m= oped leaning against the garden fence and came into the house with her bundle of leaves, Jeff left to both brew a pot of coffee and fetch a pair of wine bot= tles from the garage’s wine cooler. When he returned with the tray bearing wine, coffee, glasses and mug= s, Bugsy was sitting on the sofa with her bundle of banana leaves spread over = half the glass coffee table and Jeff’s box of sandwich bags sorting the pi= nk pearls using magic.

Pale and unable to speak, Jeff put = the tray down beside the banana leaves and served, trying desperately to ignore= the strange circumstances. Once t= he drinks were served, he turned on his 72 inch, flat screen, high-definition television and watched the news. Following that, Jeff watched a game show he could not remember much about later as the pink pearls moved about the table, putting themselves in= the little plastic bags that fitted into each other to form triple thick layers= of their own accord just above the glass covered by banana leaves.

Neither Bugsy nor Jeff spoke for ne= arly an hour and a half. When Bugs= y had finished sorting her pearls, she put one into Jeff’s partly open mouth and then knelt before him. Sh= e took the flaccid member of the catatonic man out of his shorts and caressed it w= ith her lips and tongue until, from within its throbbing flesh, it began to ooze its fertile milk to Bugsy’s satisfaction and amusement. Finally, Jeff stirred when, with t= he strange package out of sight, his ejaculation aroused his numb mind into activity.

Startled and yet also aroused, Jeff= did not hesitate to stand up and carefully lay Bugsy down onto the broad tan leather sofa with a square pillow beneath her neck. With her dress raised, and the top bundled with the dress around her waist, he entered her moist passage with gusto. Once Jeff had released= again after a considerable period of strenuous effort on his part, Bugsy turned to kneel on the now damp and fragrant warm leather and insisted that he also sodomize her.

Jeff, had never sodomized any person and had only experienced this once as a college student at UC Berkley while= attending a party when he had been sodomized by a massive and muscular football player while he had been having sex with the athlete’s girlfriend. Though he had had the opportunities while at meetings with business investors and business clients in San Francisco, Je= ff had refused to indulge his bisexuality this way. On this occasion he also refused a= nd was dismayed when Bugsy transformed before his eyes into a large and muscular, though strangely effeminate man with an enormous erection and a pale dress hanging in a ring about his waist like some ballerina tutu.

Bugsy knew Jeff’s history and thought it would be amusing to repeat the experience he had at that college party to induce him to return her the favour. Being the acquiescent sort of fell= ow that Jeff was, and believing very much in the principle of might makes righ= t, Jeff permitted the now large and male Bugsy to bugger him with only feeble,= whimpering dissent. It had been and was a fact that Jef= f was bisexual in his nature and was very fond of the large muscular men in a definitely sexual way. He had hidden this after that first incident at the party, but carried on a lengthy affair with the athlete’s girlfriend while secretly hoping it would happen again. Forever after t= his, Jeff had carefully avoided any circumstance that might bring his bisexuality to light. The fact though, was t= hat Jeff hired a young man as his secretary and was very fond of watching body building competitions on television because of this nature he was hiding fr= om himself and others.

To Bugsy’s delight, Jeff assu= med the position when asked only once whilst sweating profusely all over his bo= dy from anticipation mixed with anxiety. When Bugsy was done with Jeff’s posterior, she declared that it was his turn next. She transf= ormed back into the woman that she preferred to be and offered herself to the now massively swollen and pulsing member oozing and dripping semen between Jeff’s limbs. He did fi= nally attempt to enter her in his feeble and reluctant way that Angela was so fon= d of occasionally. Finally, from s= heer impatience, Bugsy bellowed with both encouragement and a tone of command, “Just do it already”. Finally ordered to obey, Jeff pierced her anus and set off at a pace akin to that of a canter. The= pace was merciless, and the rhythm both steady and unsustainable. In only a few minutes, Jeff shudde= red with a violent orgasm with no ejaculate as his testicles were spent.

Jeff collapsed onto the thick, carp= eted floor, narrowly missing the edge of the coffee table. Unconcernedly, Bugsy checked Jeff = for a pulse and breathing. He was f= ine by her judgement. Later he would= awake feeling both elated and tired with a small bruise on the back of his head.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> While the sleeping Jeff lay on the family room floor, Bugsy took the telephone book and the wireless telephone from the kitchen and ordered a pizza with pepperoni and extra sauce. The clerk asked Bugsy if Jeff wish= ed the order billed to his account, and naturally she approved.

Forty five minutes later, Bugsy answered the door to accept the delivery.&= nbsp; The driver asked to have Jeff sign, so Bugsy had him come in to the house. With the young man in = her grasp she both enchanted him and led him to the room where the naked Jeff l= ay sleeping on the floor. From Jeff’s wallet, Bugsy gave the driver $80 as a tip before she pulled h= is trousers off to molest him. F= rom his semi-erect phallus, Bugsy rapidly had the young delivery driver rigid a= nd lying beside Jeff in a daze as she pleased herself on his remarkably straig= ht implement.

This went on for some time and was followed by Bugsy sitting on his face to have the pleasures continue. After a few minutes, Bugsy had bro= ught his deflating penis back to attention.&nbs= p; Her antics continued and the unsuspecting driver had coupled with Bu= gsy three times before his seductress was satisfied. The driver, after havi= ng dressed himself once more, left with the currency she had given him without collecting the signature.

Bugsy ate the lukewarm pizza and consumed an entire bottle of Chablis before collecting her things. The moped was now useless to her a= nd would be left in Jeff’s garden for him to do with as he pleased. The pink pearls that had been bagg= ed were accumulated into a large plastic bag and added to the little woven leaf satchel that Bugsy seemed to pull out of a mysterious pocket in her body wh= en ever she had a need for it. T= he satchel was actually slung about her neck and draped beneath her arm. It was shrunken and changed to tak= e on her skin tone as well. The le= af that it was woven from was so soft and supple that it would have felt like = skin had any person ever touched it. With her purse and once more neatly arranged dress and boots, Bugsy set off exit= ing through the garden gate as she had entered.

In the darkness of the nigh she wal= ked, almost glowing with satisfaction as she paced firmly down the lane and on to the El Camino Real where she was likely find a taxi near down town, on Merr= ill Ave where the train station was. A convertible with three college guys drove by on the deserted street, going = the other way. They honked at Bug= sy as she came into view with her sawing, alluring gait. As the car drew closer, two of the= young men leered and then shouted their appreciation of her and their desire for = her. Bugsy quickly raised her skirt and posed for them in a provocative fashion.= Unfortunately, the young men felt = shamed and confused at the sexual invitation.&nbs= p; The car passed and the men fell silent. With their heads down, they drove = on as if nothing had happened.

A few minutes later, Bugsy was step= ping into a taxi beside the sleepy driver she had unexpectedly awoken. The last train of the day was not expected for another half hour, after which he had been planning to go home. The client and the trip= were both surprising and unexpectedly lucrative. It was very rare for any woman to = be walking about that town so late, particularly whilst alone. Most of his late clients were mana= gers who worked in financial or account management in San Francisco returning home from a long day. Such trips were usually = short and offered a minimum of gratuity. But, they did pay the fare which was what really mattered to him.

Tonight, he was faced with a late n= ight trip to San Francisco International Airport with an attractive middle aged woman who was flirting with him before he had even fully woken up or started the car.&nb= sp; Bugsy had already run her hand over his crotch and was caressing his chest hair through his partly open shirt while he shook his head clear. “SFO?” the driver asked curtly. “You got a depo= sit for me then? I don’t ta= ke blowjobs for rides you know.” Bugsy put her hands on his unshaven face and kissed him lightly befo= re replying. “Yes darling,= I have a deposit for you, but you like blowjobs and laying pipe, I know it.” The driver nodded = his agreement without realizing he had done it and waited for the deposit.

Taking her usually invisible purse = of woven leaves and spiders webs, she pulled out one of the many wallets she h= ad accumulated over the years from her lovers. From an expensive looking designer leather wallet she took a single $500 bill and gave it to the incredulous driver who checked it several times for authenticity. With the money in his shirt pocket= , he prepared to set off as Bugsy prepared his flaccid flesh for her pleasure. As Bugsy set to work on his exposed tool, the taxi pulled out of the station and headed to the freeway onramp f= rom Marsh Road = onto the California State Highway 101.

Approximately thirty minutes later, they were driving off at the Airport exit.= Bugsy asked him if he wanted to pull off into one of the dark indust= rial streets surrounding the airport to have a go with her before dropping her off. First he said yes to her suggestion, then no before asking her if she would let him sodomize her aft= er banging her. When Bugsy respo= nded emphatically that she would enjoy that, the driver quickly found a dark and obscure alley behind an industrial bakery and climbed into the back of the large estate wagon with her. = Not more than a half hour later, they drove away toward the departures level to disembark Bugsy Graves.

After retuning the $500 deposit, the driver requested payment of only $50. Bugsy gave him a bill for $100 and told him to keep the change. She had not yet though= t out a way of distributing the pink pearls, but she felt it would be a good idea= to figure it out in the obscurity of a frigid wasteland in the north of Scandinavia. There, she was likely to find individuals willing to try the pills w= ith little chance of being observed considering the vast open spaces and privac= y of the people. Bugsy approached = the lone check in desk with one of her European passports in her hand.

“The last flight for Helsinki leaves i= n twenty five minutes”, said the irritable and lonely middle aged woman in her navy blue suit and hair spray fixed hair.&= nbsp; Her lips were rouged a deep, almost blood red, like her cheeks and nails. Her comparatively pale= flesh contrasting with her damp looking dark brown hair made her full lips seem luscious and succulent. Bugsy= wanted her, but she felt lazy about doing a time stopping spell just to have her f= or a few hours in one of the airport lounges.&n= bsp; So she hurried on to the boarding area, passing through security swi= ftly as she appeared to have no baggage, not even a purse. The attendants scanned her with th= eir insensitive electronics and x-rayed her coat finding nothing, not even her stack of fal= se passports. One of them asked = her to take her boots off, but the senior officer, who was eyeing her bottom and trying to imagine her naked, felt protective and possessive of her. The senior officer checked her tic= ket and waved her through considering how shortly her flight was departing.

Ten minutes later, Bugsy was walking down the boarding passage as the last passenger before the door was secured= and the airplane disengaged. An o= lder man in an olive suit with greying hair, who was sitting in the front row, t= ook his briefcase from the seat beside him to make space for the attractive new passenger. There had been sufficient space elsewhere in the aircraft if Bugsy had wished to sit alone, but the company might be pleasurable, she suspected. With a gentle rattle, the plane was engaged to the tractor and rolled back toward the network of concrete runwa= ys and interconnecting roads.

The air plane was quite lightly loa= ded and the air circulation was fair. Bugsy introduced herself to the older gentleman as Lady Graves. He took her hand and kissed it bef= ore introducing himself as Duke Nils Løkken fr= om Oslo. He elucidated that he was on his wa= y to his vacation home in Nurmes, near the edge of Russia. Bugsy was curious what he had been= doing in San Francisco, which he explained as an annual visit to his former wife. After the divorce she had emigrate= d from her native Sweden to s= tart an online talent agency from S= an Francisco. She now worked as a director of market relations for a digital video services firm based out of San Francisco.

Nils inquired what business Bugsy h= ad in Helsinki, and she more or less told her adventurous tale from the last month. Natural= ly, Bugsy left out the tale of the Fairy King, and her adventures with the Apurinã. However, Bugs= y did peak his interest with a tale of having come across a new homeopathic pill = that cleared the mind and facilitated attainment of both a higher spiritual state and greater perception coupled with clear thinking. Her claims were more or less true dependent of the taker’s state of mind when the drug was taken. When Bugsy said that she was in search a place to do research and develop a mark= et, the Duke offered his home in Finland as an excellent base from which to begin.&= nbsp; This had been exactly what Bugsy had hoped for. As she accepted the offer with the certainty that she had yet another long term lover in her grasp, she offered Nils one of the pink pearls to try.

Duke Løkken, was a perceptive and wily older noble who realized that he was in contact with a Fairy. He was wary, but also interested a= nd willing to have an adventure with her.&nbs= p; However, Nils was not sure he believed everything that he had been t= old and wisely declined to take the not yet investigated pink pearl from the Amazon. He did kiss her hand = again though and offered to help her as much as he could in untold other ways. Experimenting with drugs was not something he condemned, but likewise not an activity he would indulge in ei= ther. Following the exchange he asked Bu= gsy if she would like something to drink as he would be requesting a bottle of wine and a whisky with ice. Gracio= usly, Bugsy accepted, and asked for two Gran Manier bottles with a little ice and= a bottle of water. Nils stood u= p now that the aircraft was safely over the ground and the seat belt lights had b= een disabled. <= /p>

A few minutes later, he returned fr= om the aircraft kitchenette with the drinks and cups on a tinny rectangular plastic tray with four bags of peanuts and two bags of an assorted snack mix. As he sat beside Bugsy, = he drew out the folding table from the arm of his front row seat and set the t= ray down. The air hostess had inf= ormed him that food would be served with drinks in approximately thirty minutes before the lights were dimmed for a few hours as it was late in the night f= or San Francisco tim= e. The hostess had also noted that they had been flirting and chatting amicably and added the snacks as a good luck bonus. At this Bugsy had laughed al= oud which had brought a crisp, but restrained smile to the Duke’s face. He had been a naturally handsome gentleman that was made to look particularly youthful and appealing when his stern face was illuminated by that amused smile.

Several hours later the Duke and Bu= gsy were disembarking in Helsinki<= /st1:place> to a lively and reserved display of both respect and satisfaction by his bu= tler and housekeeper who had come to receive the duke in the large sedan that was kept at the secluded home. Th= e Duke normally took the train and sat in the saloon car most of the time, rather = than in his small private cabin. I= t had been somewhat of a surprise to be greeted by his staff, but fortuitous considering that Bugsy would be accompanying him.

The house keeper had had an intuiti= on that told her that guests would be accompanying the Duke on his visit. After briefly considering this premonition and discussing it with her husband, the butler, they had agreed= to come and collect him with the car. The Duke was, of course pleased to have the escort despite the considerable length of the ride to his secluded, country home. Surprised by Bugsy’s absence= of luggage, the butler took the Duke’s bags and both he and Bugsy put on their coats before exiting the airport building.

The long and spacious Bentley sedan= was waiting outside the door in the care of an airport security officer who nod= ded respectfully to the Duke before noticing Bugsy and suppressing a desirous grin. He waved them off after securing the rear passenger door for the Duke. The butler set off smoothly managi= ng the enormous car out of the airport and the city before relaxing when they were finally out on the country thoroughfares.&= nbsp;

Some time after introductions, conversations about San Franci= sco, and the welfare of the former Duchess, the housekeeper asked if they were hungry for she had packed the sedan’s cooler with kipper sandwiches, prepared vegetables with a dipping sauce and some spiced berry punch. Bugsy and the Duke each had a sand= wich wedge with a stick of celery and a carrot, leaving the bulk of the food to = be enjoyed later at a rest stop for dinner.&n= bsp; Satisfied and somewhat fatigued from the flight, the Duke was soon asleep in the near silence within the moving car. Bugsy passed her time watching the= green and sparsely populated landscape passing while she began to plot an approach for the distribution of the pearls.

The Duke had not told his staff that Bugsy was a Fairy, but both members of the older couple already suspected it. There had also been a cau= tious manner in the way the Duke had related to Bugsy that had set off their sens= es as well. Neither one spoke fo= r the duration of the trip except to communicate about the stop, eating, and to relate recent events at the village to which the Duke’s estate was attached. Nearly nine hours l= ater, the vehicle was slowing for a large gate opening before it with a gradual creaking typical of sporadic use.

Onto a cobblestone drive they passed from the narrow country lane that was lined with firs, pines, cedars, and o= ther conifers in a park-like setting that resembled a neatly ordered forest. A few minutes later there was the glimmer of a lake in the distance and a chalet was visible when they finally passed a bulbous, grass covered hillock with a little tower atop as a small= beacon-tower might have looked it they had been built in medieval times.

The house was built entirely of bri= ck with the ground floor partly interred in the sloping ground rising from the edge of the icy looking, but serene lake.&= nbsp; There were three visible storeys with the attic concealing the very = warm and well insulated staff apartments with small dormer windows. Projecting high above the peaked r= oof were three tall chimneys, one of which a pale bluish smoke was steadily streaming at the centre of the square looking house.

The automobile was stopped in a dark wood structure at the back that had once been used as a barn when livestock keeping had been a part of daily life on the estate. The Duke however, had no taste for agriculture and used his country home as a getaway. Periodically it was necessary for h= ealth that the Duke takes time away from the buzz of modern life’s demands = as a Danish government advisor. He= also served the function of government to business relationship management consultant to foreign investors and companies interested in Scandinavia.

There had been a flurry of activity= in the past couple of months with the approach of summer, which had culminated= in a hectic schedule of last minute meetings, followed by a visit to San Francisco. Duke Løkken never found vis= iting San Francisco in = the least bit restful or relaxing with its passion for inefficient efficiencies and t= he pursuit of incompetent excellence. <= /span>He could not understand why so many individuals were attracted to it, but he k= new that most that went were in search of personal wealth in the hopes that they may= be one of the winners of the gamble it was.&n= bsp; He had pity for his former wife and would have been happy to help he= r at the slightest request. Howeve= r, she was determined to succeed on her own efforts, alone and isolated from socie= ty, like the rest of her American compatriots.

The Duke led Bugsy by the hand in t= he wake of the officious housekeeper as the butler fetched the luggage. The old barn was connected to the service area of the house from which the rich fragrance of venison stew waf= ted to greet them as they entered. After a refreshing cup of hot herb tea at the kitchen table, the Duke showed Bugsy her room on the third level, with a large window looking out o= ver the lake. He showed her where= the toilet, bath, and douche were before leaving Bugsy. He informed her that diner would be served in one hour in the dining room on the second level, and then invited= her to join the others in the kitchen if she wished.

Once the Duke had departed, leaving Bugsy with the ghost of a kiss on both her hand and cheeks, she undressed a= nd put on the thick bath robe that hung behind the door, and slipped into the = matching cloth slippers. The robe was = of a cream white cotton similar to that of which towels are often manufactured.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Leaving her purse with her dress o= n the large wood framed bed, Bugsy set off for the bath to enjoy a foamy soaking that she always had= found relaxing and that stimulated her creative processes.

As she lay in the warm water covered with foam in the old porcelain bath with claw feet, a Scandinavian Gnome ca= me out from a small hole in the tile covered wall, beside the bath. Springing from the edge of little = hole, he assumed his proper size at about one third the height of a man, and sat = on the edge of the bath. Absentmindedly he stirred the water with a hand as he began to speak= to Bugsy, who despite being surprised was quite at ease.

“Hello Coyota, I am Klaproos,= one of the Nurmes house elfs. I see you have travelled very far to find more fun and trouble. I am one of the guardians of this = home and I will help you find your path. However, this household you will not disrupt, though you will visit = it annually for many years to come. When Calanginho dies of old age you will no longer be welcome to stay here. But as you know, he has= a long life ahead of him yet. I= f you like, I will also be your guide and companion here.”

Bugsy was smiling meekly by the end= of his introduction and the foam had dissipated significantly with the stirrin= g of the waters. Her entire naked = body was visible beneath the slightly grey waters, which finally came to the attention of Klaproos. He was making no effort to hide that he was looking and showed no signs of discomf= ort, shame, or embarrassment at all. After a few moments of gazing, Klaproos stood up and removed his rus= tic wool attire, leaving his red peaked cap, and entered the bath beside Bugsy = who had become smaller to make room for him.

Together they did a kind of magic together that not only pleasured and satisfied them both, but also slowed t= he passage of time. They were to= gether for what should have been nearly two hours of foreplay and fornication both= in and out of the water. But in reality, their association spanned only five minutes on the clock in the hallway, outside the bathroom. When Bugsy returned to her room, radiant and satisfied, her dress had been clean= ed and pressed while her boots had been both resoled and polished.

Refreshed and extremely satisfied, Bugsy made her way in a leisurely way down to the second level dining room = that was directly beneath her bedroom. She sat at the head chair opposite the Duke as he indicated to her. The dinner was served at the massi= ve rectangular wood table that had been shrunken into a square by the removal = of the three expandable sections. The chairs were of the same medium toned polished wood with similar leaf patter= ns carved into the legs and back as were visible on the legs and edge of the dining table.

There had once been children at the house as was evidenced from both drawings and names scratched into the wood= by pen points in addition to paint and marker stains. The blemishes had all been careful= ly cleaned and erased as much as possible, but they were still visible through= the glossy new varnish that had been applied. The table was covered with a table cloth for functions, but the residents, including the Duke, found the bare table pleasant and homey with its evidences of both life and age.

The housekeeper sat beside the butl= er, and the cook sat beside the groundskeeper.= Both were married couples who had been hired by the Duke’s mot= her some years before she had passed away.&nbs= p; From long years of habit and proximity they had formed couples and b= een married simultaneously after seven years at the estate, in a joint ceremony= the Duke had been very happy to finance and to attend. Most of the year the estate and its bounty of natural product like pine nuts, herbs, wild flowers, ducks, deer,= and lumber occupied the year round residents.

The dinner was served in a large wo= od bowl with salad, and three large clay serving dishes with lids. One contained the soup, the next a Venison stew, and the last sautéed mixed vegetables. A similar, but very small dish lay= beside the others containing a thin gravy. A wood cutting board had also been served with small, freshly baked crusty bread. Each place sett= ing had three matching clay plates of very simple design, with a bowl that was = more like a wide mouth cup with a handle on either side. Two forks of different sizes and a= spoon were set to the left, with two knives of different sizes laying to the righ= t of the plate.

Behind the Duke, who sat with his b= ack to the window, stood a small cabinet with a little one room house at its ba= ck edge. Before the entrance to = the little house was laid a tiny set of fine china crockery and glassware with = gold and silver leaf patterns arranged as if a single little mouse were sitting there, invisible to the eye, having a complete meal in miniature.

Before the meal was served the five residents, and Bugsy bowed their heads, put their hands together and spent a couple of minutes giving grace as led by the housekeeper. Once the prayers had been made, th= e cook took the tiny crockery and glass ware and served a little portion from every part of the meal, including a tiny serving of red wine into a tiny glass, a= s an offering to the Fairies that inhabited that home. This was done every night before d= inner was served to any other person, including at parties and receptions.

Bugsy observed the ritual with surp= rise and reverence as she had not witnessed or experienced any such display of f= aith and love of the unseen world for many centuries. The Native Americans did have equi= valent rituals, but many of them had been disrupted and interfered with by the invading white men. Bugsy use= d a physical form of a white woman to spread her mischief because of the preval= ence of that phenotype. The absenc= e of any attempt to relate to or communicate with the Fairy world had driven the mischievous Fairy, who called her self Bugsy much of the time, to seek out amusing and personally gratifying relations with people in her realm in North America.&nbs= p; This had been only the second time in her life that had been mostly = in the Untied States region, which she had encountered any recognition of her Fairy nature, or of any respect paid to Fairies since the Native Americans = had been robbed of their culture and rituals connected to the land.<= /span>

More than any sex she could have coerced from men or women, this display placated her inner fire. Bugsy had understood the truth of = what Klaproos had said, but she had not presumed that such loving rituals were at the roo= t of the other Finnish Fairies’ devotion to the estate and its residents.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Such care, love, and attention by = people toward Fairies was still a strange and alien experience for her that she had only seen briefly before she had witnessed the destruction of the Native American society before she had grown up sufficiently to begin relating to people. Bugsy had mostly expe= rience with the immigrant Americans who raped and pillaged the land at will, disregarding and abusing the Fairies they did encounter. =

The Apurinã tribe of the Ama= zon had shown her a similar level of care, appreciation, and attention to that which the staff of and the Duke were offering. Both groups had perceived that she= was a Fairy and had gone out of their way to be generous and careful with her. She remembered her new friends in Meudon, Michel, Gustave, Yvonne, and Renata. None of them had realized that she= was a Fairy, but they had been quite generous and also acquiesced to Bugsy’s desires with no resistance. S= he wondered for a moment how they would have reacted if they had had local resident Fairies to warn them.

Bugsy presumed that her four collea= gues at the Bistro would not be finding out any time soon about her, and chose to simply go on as before as it was entertaining for her, and changing things would have been a disruption that she did not feel compelled to create as s= uch news travelled quickly amongst gossiping people such as them. Having briefly revised her recent experienced in light of her new experience, Bugsy chose to put all such thoughts out of her mind and just enjoy the meal before her as the cook had begun serving those seated at the table.&n= bsp; Soup was the first course, taken with some bread before the remainde= r of the meal.

Nearly an hour later, they were all reclining comfortably at their chairs discussing the various harvests of the estate with satisfied, but subtlety reserved expressions on their faces. The cook was the only one who had = an uncharacteristically broad smile stretched across her usually stiff face. Bugsy had been verbose with her pr= aise about the meal, and that had pleased her to no end. Her daily companions, all of whom = had great respect and affection for the cook’s skills, were quite accusto= med to her delicious creations and offered her admiration daily, but were by no= w, comparatively terse about her daily accomplishments. The Duke, likewise, though he had exalted her cuisine at the start of the meal, had remained characteristical= ly silent for the remainder of the evening.

Following the filling and satisfying dinner, Duke Løkken invited Bugsy for a walk along the lake both as a digestive and to stretch the limbs after the lengthy journey.

The four regular residents remained= at the table, drinking more wine and chatting about this and that regarding the village, the estate, and recent events at the mayor’s office. Duke Nils and Bugsy put on a pair = of matching thick over coats with hoods over their freshly pressed attire, and= set off by the main entrance, toward the sandy path that formed a perimeter aro= und the rocky shore of the dark lake. A cool wind was whipping around them in irregular gusts that caused Bugsy to draw up her hood and walk closer to the Duke. In silence, they walked= on and the Duke, casually put his arm about her shoulders moving Bugsy in towa= rd him until she was resting her head on his shoulder.

In this way they went on in the lig= ht of the never-setting sun as it glinted on the surface of the gently rippling water. It was nearly an hour = later that they turned for the return, facing the now steady and gentle wind cros= sing the lake toward them. Chilled= somewhat and feeling inviting about the Fairy because of the comforting proximity du= ring the walk, the Duke asked Bugsy to join him for a drink and some tea in his library and study as they approached the house in the near darkness, as the= sun finally dipped beneath the horizon for a brief hour. As they entered the warm interior,= with its thick rugs over the highly polished wood floors, it was clear from the complete silence that the staff had already retired to their chambers.

The cook had left the tea kettle on= the hob with a small dish of warm cookies topped with tart fruit filling and bu= ttered biscuits covered with a bowl for them.&nbs= p; Taking the small wood tray from the kitchen table, the Duke added the dish and the small tea pot with painted geese into which he added three tea spoons of herb before adding the hot water from the large kettle. To the arrangement he added two sm= all, flat bottomed Italian artisan glasses before leading the way to his apartme= nt on the second level, beside the game room.=

Entering into an anteroom that serv= ed as a cloak room with a small dressing table, they passed into a large office whose walls, between the windows, were covered with book shelves stacked wi= th neatly ordered volumes bound in leather. In the central area were two small seating arrangements with a small sofa and two or three wingback chairs upholstered in the same dark red leather with lace doilies on the seat backs and armrests. Each seat had a= small foot stool beneath it. At the= centre of each arrangement was a correspondingly-sized circular table with a brass fence around its edge, emphasizing the elaborate inlay patterns that made t= he polished wood look almost floral.

On the opposite side, on the right = hand wall of the library was another door that led to his chamber, bath, and wat= er closet. Beside it was his bur= eau, upon which lay his briefcase, a stack of bound documents, and an open volum= e with a carved glass weight keeping the page.&nb= sp; Beneath it was a small space heater which the Duke collected after depositing the tray at the smaller of the two arrangements. Connecting it to a concealed outle= t in the floor he breathed a small sigh of relief at the sudden heat radiating i= nto his face. Returning to his bu= reau, the Duke reached for the book shelf behind it and swung open a panel with s= mall books to reveal a dry bar from which he took a decanter containing a golden= liqueur.

Into each glass he poured a small serving of the liqueur before pouring half a glass of tea over it. Handing Bugsy her glass, Duke Løkken sat beside her on the sofa and offered her a toast before tas= ting his drink. He then kissed her= hand gently before speaking to Bugsy about his encounter with Klaproos earlier, before the Gnome had come to visit Bugsy.

“I know that you have had your misfortune at the hands of the Fairy King recently, and that I will also ha= ve little to worry about with your annual visits. You are welcome to come for = the duration of your welcome extended to you by the Fairies who live here. As I said before, I will be availa= ble to you when I am at this house, but not at other times of the year. Even if I am absent though, you wi= ll be welcome to stay. I will help = you in any way that is reasonably possible when I am available though. The staff has also been informed a= nd will extend to you any reasonable assistance as well. I am given to understand though, t= hat Klaproos will personally look after assisting you in most cases, especially= if we feel the request is not reasonable to us. In this way, you will have no need= to coerce from this estate that which you need or desire.”

The Duke fell silent for a few minu= tes in which he offered Bugsy the plate before taking a cookie and serving them more of the liqueur with tea. Once the edibles and the beverages had been consumed he continued in a more amic= able and relaxed tone. “I am= happy that you have come to be with me though, and I know what you wished from me= at first. I am willing to partic= ipate in some of your escapades and to maintain a close association annually if t= he limitations imposed by Klaproos have not dulled your interests.” He then kissed her hand more passionately than before, to which Busy responded with a dramatic, satisfied sigh before taking his face in her hands and kissing his lips tenderly.

Soon, the two were locked in a reck= less embrace as they sank into infatuation.&nbs= p; An hour later, having enjoyed a shared biscuit and a few more drinks without tea, they headed for the Duke’s chamber, having left the suit coat, tie, his shoes, and Bugsy’s boots at the sofa where they had be= en indulging some of their lusts.

When the Duke awoke he was alone amongst his silky bedcovers and cosy down comforter and pillows. The weak morning light was filteri= ng through the partly open curtains that looked out over the forested side of = the estate. He lay calmly recalli= ng the excitement of the preceding night, which made him perspire with the memory. Undressed as he had b= een when he had finally slept, he rose and dressed the bath robe by his mirror, similar to that which Bugsy had found on her chamber door. With his feet snug in richly embro= iders slippers, he set about his toiletry and selecting his casual attire as he w= as now, once again free to relax for a few weeks before returning to his dutie= s at the beginning of the fall season.

Half an hour later, Duke Nils Løkken greeted his cook and the housekeeper, who were chatting amica= bly at the kitchen table where they were each working on different matters. The cook had a large bowl and a ba= king sheet with which she was rolling dough into serving size buns for both sandwiches and to be served with the dinner. The housekeeper had a pen, two notebooks, a calculator, and a stack of paper of assorted receipts, invoice= s, checks, and lists. They sat at opposite ends of the long table talking in their loud voices and colloquial accents. The Duke, who was not quite fully awake as yet, felt that the women seemed to be bellowing, but he made no mention of it as he entered the kitchen to fetch a cup of hot tea a= nd more biscuits.

The cook, who would have served the Duke, continued her work with the dough at the signal from the calm and grey haired gentleman in paid wool slack and an earth toned, zip neck pullover.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Looking up at the large faced pend= ulum clock on the opposite wall, the cook commented to the Duke that fresh, hot rolls would be ready in ten minutes before she continued with the conversat= ion she had been holding with the housekeeper.=

Silently, and unobtrusively, the Du= ke took a clay mug and served himself some of the warm tea from the pot beneat= h a thick brown cosy. He took a similar, small plate and drew the covered butter dish with its little knife toward his setting in anticipation of the baked buns. A few minutes later, having poured himself a second cup, he was breaking open his hot bread with his fingers, enjoying the fragrant warmth as his two lady companions looked on with the<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> unrestrained smiles seen on the li= ps of school teachers on a picnic at the park with their pupils.

Bugsy had been gone from the estate= for many hours by the time the Duke was making his way back to his once more ne= at and orderly library. As the Duke had exited his apartment to fetch his breakfast, the butler who was busy tidying the library had nodded to the passing Duke before entering his private chambers to put it back in order.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> The butler made his bed, fluffed t= he comforter, straightened the curtains and put away the clothes that had been left in the library along with those that had been left on his dressing tab= le by the bedroom mirror. After dusting he had taken the runner from beside the bed to be beaten and swept before polishing both the floor, furniture, and glass to a clear sheen.

Settling comfortably onto one of the sofas with a light novel and the daily resting on his lap, the Duke’s= thoughts never came to rest on his Fairy guest who had not yet returned from her yet unknown exploits with Klaproos. Shortly after the Duke had nodded off the night before, Bugsy had fetched her boots from the library and her coat with purse from her room be= fore disappearing from her room to be in the company of Klaproos and the other gnomes and brownies who made their home at the foot of an old pine tree that was always over looked by the groundskeeper when it came time for culling t= he forested grounds. The old tre= e was festooned with knots and its cones gave a bounty of nuts that kept many sma= ll animals in the estate well fed year round.=

The thirteen Gnomes and twenty three brownies present at the time were enjoying the comparatively tepid summer climate as they drank Fairy draught while lying with their heads propped up= on a rim padded by turf that surrounded their home. At the appearance of Bugsy, whom t= hey recognized by her true Fairyland name, Coyota, she was served a stone tanka= rd full of the draught. By defau= lt she had been invited to join the silent group. Periodically, a few of them belched= in unison, which resulted in short-lived, but a ferocious cackle of laughter f= rom the group.

As soon as the sun threatened to ri= se properly for the commencement of what seemed like a never ending day of sum= mer, Klaproos had indicated for Bugsy to accompany him. They had set off for a small Hawth= orn not far from their home and disappeared together into a hollow in its lower stalk, a time-space gap, a Fairyland passage that served one’s desire= s to reach a destination, but that punished those who approached it using their = will. The passages permitted the trekker= to both travel in space without limitation and to span time past, present, and future.

A few minutes later, after travelli= ng down the dark, smooth, silent passage that defied the perception of any sen= se of size, depth, texture, material, time, or colour, the two emerged. Through a fracture in a stone wall= they came out into an alley way in a different time of an earlier century. Into a polluted narrow street of a= much older Stockholm they emerged from the alley and walked quickly, avoiding the glancing eyes = of onlookers who had seen them emerge into the cobbled streets of the old city= .

From the alley they turned onto a broader road and soon thereafter they passed through a heavy wooden door in= to a saloon with a few bedraggled labourers, a plump and pale barmaid that nodded knowingly, and an elderly clerk who did not seem to know why he was where he was and was silently attempting to discover this by glaring at a spot at a = corner of the wall with a frown. Swi= ftly they passed through and into a back room above the cellar where there were three men and two women seated at a table, lolling happily against the wall= . Between them was an open parcel revealing a now much smaller quantity of opium. It had been smoked in the barely vi= sible hookah at the end of the table pushed against the wall. Their state of partial dress and uncharacteristic relaxation exposed their having indulged in intercourse for some time as a group before making use of the opiate.

Klaproos closed the bundle and tied= it with the unravelled ribbon to weak and inarticulate protests from the five colleagues. All b= ut one of them was in some state of undress revealing their reproductive organs. Bugsy, taking her cue, drew out her banana leaf bundle to the perplexed and wandering eyes of the group which h= ad to this day, neither seen such a thing as a banana leaf nor the modern wond= ers of plastic bagging. Bugsy pla= ced a pink pearl before each of the five, who stared at it awe-stricken as Bugsy = put away her parcel. <= /span>

Klaproos receded into the backgroun= d, almost becoming part of the wood panelled wall in a dark corner of the room= lit only by one oil lamp. From the coarse wood table they each took up the small pink orb and examined it as i= f it were a royal jewel. The middle sized man, with the tattered overcoat and lopsided cap of a train engineer,= was the first to put the pearl into his mouth.= The effects were almost immediate.&= nbsp;

The dullness in his eyes and the sluggishness of the earlier opium dose cleared. With the colour flushing his pale = face the middle sized man gained a clarity that restored his dignified self with= a difference about him. He look= ed at his partly undressed neighbour at his bench, with her breasts out side the fallen top of her dress and drew near.&nbs= p; He was trouser less beneath his coat from the unconscious indulgence= of before. His phallus regained = its useful condition at the sight of this lovely maid.

For her the recovery was immediate, which restored her interest in the flesh she rapidly located in her proximity. Now in a kneeling posture upon the bench she gave attention to her engineer companion with to= tal abandon. For this reason the recovered maid was surprised to receive into her fleshy and moist womb the reinvigorated manhood of her smaller male companion who had been leaning wi= th his head in a corner. The old= er maid with only her petticoat and blouse found in her recovery that she was = far more interested in the tall man’s thick and pileous tool than she had allowed herself to be in it earlier. Soon the older maid had her petticoat collected onto her back as she= put the pill into the big man’s lips.&nb= sp; It immediately bring up his rod which she wanted to sit impaled upon= and bounce as their bushiness mingled moistly.=

Not more than a moment later, Bugs = had transformed herself into a medium built man of androgynous appearance. Bugsy found the young maid’s backside that was exposed irresistible, and joined the group without reservation. The little orgy = went on for some time and Bugsy eventually also buggered the maiden at the bench while she was skewered on the middle sized man who lay beneath her. Purely for her enjoyment, Bugsy re= took her womanly form and bent over the table, enjoying the coital attentions of each of the three men as they had their turn with each of the women.

Nearly an hour and a half later, as= the effects began to wear off more rapidly for the men, Bugsy found herself with two temporarily insatiable women who asked her to retake her male form for their enjoyment. Obligingly, = Bugsy took on the form of a very large man who was surprisingly gifted with a bon= ed organ much like that of a stallion. She had always found transforming before human lovers extremely amus= ing.

It had been Bugsy’s observati= on that though people found the thought of fornicating with animals repugnant,= in practice their levels of arousal strained for the extreme as they were stim= ulated beyond their wildest fantasies at the unexpected bestial copulation experience. While vaginally j= oined with each woman, Bugsy took on the form of one or two animals or part animal. With the older maid p= rone and belly up at the table, Bugsy became a mule. Whist this maid was prostrated ove= r the edge of the table, Bugsy transformed into a stag. Even as Busy was seated at the ben= ch receiving fellatio from the older maid she had a laugh about transforming i= nto a very large and hairy swine.

Bugsy then buggered the younger mai= d at the bench during which she transformed into a wolf man that left bite marks= on her mate’s hips and shoulders for fun. As the older maid became exhausted= with the passing effects of the pearl, Bugsy was joined to her posterior while in the form of a very large brown rat, which the maid was fortunate to not see= as she had fainted from the lengthy entanglement.

Satisfied with the effects and dura= tion of the pink pearls, Bugsy regained her usual feminine form. She then magically restored her ru= mpled dress to a becoming appearance before exiting the little back room in the company of the observant and silent Klaproos. Together they returned to the crac= k in the wall at the alley way, where they met a police officer assisting an old beggar who had been fallen because of drink. Taking an opportunity, Bugsy offer= ed a pearl to the beggar, who recovered rapidly to regain a relatively healthful= and functional disposition. Impressed by the results of the pink pearl, the off= icer inquired about it.

Almost faster than the eye could se= e, Bugsy had taken out a pearl and placed it in the slightly parted lips of the unsuspecting officer. In a few minutes both the beggar and the officer were alert, aroused and cooperative with Bugsy who bared her lowers by raising her dress and coat. In moments she was once more impal= ed between two engorged males who were ecstatic to please her every fancy and whim like rotisserie skewers serving the sexual will of the roast. Klaproos had vanished into the time-space gap at the start of the fornication in the poorly lit and unsani= tary alley.

Not quite two hours later than the start of that rendezvous, Bugsy vanished into the passage as her spent love= rs lolled worriedly against the masonry of the barrier. Desiring to rejoin her host, Klapr= oos, she soon emerged from the foot of a statue near the centre of a very modern= Köln, in Germany. Klaproos, who had taken the form o= f a stocky short man with a dark cap, was seated at a bench not far away as the tram came to a squealing halt near him. Seeing Bugsy he boarded the tram and indicated to the conductor that Bugsy would be joining him.

From a pocket, Klaproos drew out a = card like leaf that was understood by the conductor to be his day pass. Then, as Bugsy boarded, he passed = what resembled a coin to the conductor who placed it in his communal deposit wit= hout doubt of the validity of the Fairy currency. In a few minutes the enchanted cur= rency would regain its true form unobserved. It was in fact a small rock, unbeknown to the conductor who would never find out. Some minutes later the o= ddly mismatched couple disembarked before the opera house where a ballet company= was busy preparing for a performance latter that night.

Presumed to be late arriving actors, the security opened the back entrance for them before he had even been asked. Following her guide who clearly knew where they were headed, they made their way to the dressing ro= om where they was greeted by two dancers and a lighting technician who were discussing adjustments to the secondary lighting that was disrupting a port= ion of the performance for the couple. The little debate was closed as soon as the pair noticed Klaproos and his companion. The technician set off to make his adjustments as the pair invited the visitors into the room that the ballerina had been assigned.

Following a relaxed conversation du= ring which they had all sat on the carpeted floor with their backs to the wall, = the two dancers relaxed in response to the Fairy glamour by which they were absorbed. When the male dancer alluded to the tedium of the repetition of his part at countless rehearsals, Bugsy offered them both a pill that might relieve their feelings and restore some of the childlike magic of the ballet that had once made them intereste= d in it as a lifelong pursuit. Responding to an intuition that made her excited at the mere touch of the pearl, the ballerina had soon taken it as her dance partner looked on w= ith surprise at her eagerness. He= had also ingested his pearl before the full effects had shown themselves on the now, once more, radiant and beautiful middle aged ballerina.

Her manner in speech became more energetic and she could not help but gesture strongly and touch her partner= as well as Bugsy with increasing frequency in her excitement. Naturally, the agitation coupled w= ith the increased contact only served to arouse the dancer, whose erection was = made only more glaring in his tights as he had not yet put on his cup. The remarkably dramatic change in = the profile of the leggings was not missed by either Bugsy or the ballerina. Bugsy only added to the indiscreet= ness by drawing out the implement form beneath the cloth and stroking it gently.= The ballerina, who had fallen sile= nt, stared greedily at his organ as Bugsy provoked it manually. Bugsy frigging his enormous organ s= lowly filled the small room with a pungent, musky aroma permeated with sexual pheramones.

The restraint in the ballerina was broken when Bugsy finally engulfed his monstrous fleshy protuberance that h= ad been the focus of her fixed eyes. Klaproos melted into the wall and out of sight, which left the path = open for the ballerina to join Bugsy’s caressing lips with her hands on the swollen depilated testicles. = As the ballerina took Bugsy’s place kneeling and hunched before the erect phallus travelling though her slobbering lips, her bottom was left projecti= ng to the amusement and enticement of the Fairy seductress. With the pair completely focussed = on each other, Bugsy was free to bare the ballerina’s behind with a wave= of her hand before plunging into the unsuspecting belly, having transformed in= to the male partner of her dreams.

Bugsy and the dancer enjoyed the felicitous woman in her dancing costume for over an hour before a knock interrupted them for yet another stage call for a last run-through. Satisfied, Bugsy withdrew from the ballerina’s red, dripping, swollen, and gaping orifices to rejoin her companion,Klaproos. To her Gn= ome companion’s surprise, Bugsy hailed a taxi. She asked the driver to take them = to the airport, some distance away. = Bugsy took the seat beside the driver and Klaproos the rear bench, into which he vanished as soon as Bugsy offered the driver a pill. She was all the while singing the p= raises of its homeopathic benefits to cure the driver’s aching back. Not long after, Bugsy had the into= xicated driver pulling into a rural road that took them to an unfrequented park whe= re he sometimes found respite from his hectic profession.

Leaving the taxi in an empty lot, t= he pair headed wantonly, with the driver partly undressed, into the brush where they fornicated behind a thickly leaved bush in the shade of a Holly. Forty minutes later, the pair, now once more dressed, returned to the abandoned t= axi where the driver asked about obtaining more of the pill to share with his lovers and certain passengers. When asked how much it was worth to him, the driver offered 500€ for fifty grams. They made the exchange= and Bugsy exited the taxi in the company of Klaproos who rightly felt that the = work with Bugsy was done. The driv= er left the abandoned rural park with an enthusiastic wave and the two Fairies walked in amongst the trees to a Chestnut tree at the foot of which there w= as another time-space gap. =

When they emerged from the Hawthorn’s hollow, it was yet another day later than it had been at t= heir departure. The sun was rising= to its weak height of the afternoon as the two travellers rejoined the few sleeping Gnomes and Brownies in the shade of the old pine where they made t= heir home. Klaproos and Bugsy sati= sfied their hunger with Fairy Draught and pine nuts mixed with dried berries. They both took something of a snoo= ze that lasted until the sun dipped beneath the horizon. Bugsy, who had still = been feeling unsatisfied, asked if the others would indulge her fancies to which= the group of some thirty two Fairies, Gnomes, Brownies, and Elves did for her t= he honours, to Bugsy’s great delight.

When the new sun was finally well o= ver the pastel orange northern horizon, Bugsy returned to the large house, whose automobile was currently out, to congregate with the cook who was happily preparing the lunch of sandwich rolls with smoked salmon, cheese, and roast venison with watercress, lettuce, and shallot rings from the kitchen gardens inside a greenhouse behind the barn. The housekeeper, who was not in the kitchen when Bugsy made her entr= ance with a radiant glow, heard a muffled greeting come from a room down the corridor where she was ironing. The cook’s startled exclamation at finding the stealthy Bugsy investigati= ng the rolls she was assembling had not missed the rangy but strong housekeeper.

A few minutes later, the housekeeper joined Bugsy at the kitchen table for a cup of tea still wiping her newly washed hands on her crisp but well used apron. Bugsy was already seated at one en= d of a bench along the table with a steaming clay mug and a small bread plate, not= far from the dish piled with smoked salmon rolls. The housekeeper sat beside Bu= gsy with a friendly and motherly pat to Bugsy’s forearm, but she did not speak. Taking a roll in her h= and, the housekeeper offered Bugsy a piece before taking it for herself as Bugsy indicated that she was not ready to eat yet. The cook put a similar bread plate before the housekeeper with a cup brimming with unsweetened tea. Having placed the other two dishes= of rolls on the table, she added a bowl of mixed blanched vegetables and a cup with a dipping sauce that was vaguely pink that tasted of capers and shrimp= . Briefly the cook returned with a b= read plate and mug of tea for herself before seating herself beside Bugsy.

During the silent lunch the hush was only broken by the crunch of bread crusts and the bump of clay mugs on the solid pine of the yellow and turquoise painted table. Bugsy felt acutely that the two wo= men were in a way guarding her as if they could sense that she had been mischie= vous while away and that they wished to keep an eye on her. After some time, following the cook having consumed four buns and the housekeeper three, the Duke came in with = the groundskeeper whose boots were so caked with mud that his observant wife interrupted the start of a fifth bun to have him replace them with slippers= in the cloakroom without ever expressing a single note of disapproval verbally. Soon the Duke and t= he groundskeeper were enjoying their meal seated on the opposite side of the table. The Duke faced Bugsy w= hilst his companion was seated before his own wife. This only served to reinforce= the impression Bugsy had acquired from the demeanour of the two women.

As the silent group rose to disperse following the satisfying meal, the rumble of the motorcar was heard pulling= into its covered parking in the hands of the butler. The agreeable cook set a placing f= or the butler and filled his cup before placing a saucer over its top to help keep= it warm before setting off to check on her groceries and then the gardens where she would have her private talks with the groundskeeper. Bugsy was shown her room once more= by the chaperoning housekeeper who lingered outside her chamber straightening = and dusting to have some excuse to listen to Bugsy’s room and observe her= if possible. She was half expect= ing the Duke to come to Bugsy’s room in a trance, but there was nothing to hear and nothing to observe through the shut and locked door of Bugsy’= ;s chamber. As she was left feel= ing fairly unwelcome, Bugsy had promptly vanished from within her room to reapp= ear in the Duke’s library to the shock and surprise of the Duke, who had = been preparing to continue his theological studies seated at his writing desk wi= th the large volume held open by the sculpted glass weight.

Having taken off his reading specta= cles in his typical underplayed gestures, the Duke sat upright to peer at Bugsy inquisitively. He could tell immediately that Bugsy was discomfited, to which he swivelled his red leath= er reading chair to face Bugsy and assumed a more relaxed pose, as if he had paused in mid-conversation with Bugsy to ponder her comment. Maintaining the silence that filed= the large house much of the time, the Duke raised his eyebrows inquisitively at Bugsy who finally relaxed onto a stool that she pulled toward the Duke̵= 7;s table. She sat comfortably wi= th her knees apart and folded her skirt up to rest on her knees while its back was draped over the edge of the stool. The Duke could clearly see the hairless slit of her inflamed flesh in the slight shadow of the raised skirt.&nbs= p; His glance had been observed and brought a smile across Bugsy’s face that wiped away the anxieties she had felt about the protective house staff.

Bugsy finally began to speak once t= he Duke’s irrepressible arousal became clear despite his self-restraint = and lordly demeanour. “I am= glad that you have not changed your mind, I had the impression from the housekee= per and the cook that I was under observation and being carefully scrutinized.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> I wonder if this would be a deligh= tful time to….” Duke N= ils raised a hand to stop her before responding in a controlled tone with a bar= ely perceptible cracking that revealed his suppressed lust, “Not at this moment my dear Fairy Woman. I= have my studies to carry on before I tend to some administrative work relating to the estate and its profits. W= ould you please pay me a visit after the dinner and use the door please. Such apparitions are somewhat dist= urbing and I am not such a young man anymore.&nbs= p; I hope you understand how I must carry on my existence even in your delightful company.”

Bugsy had understood the Duke perfe= ctly and was even pleased with his efforts to be gentle with her sensibilities.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> With a smile Bugsy stood up and sm= oothed her dress before approaching the gentleman before her who took her hand to = kiss it. Bugsy bent over him as he= sat upright and planted a kiss on his forehead. She promised him she would be back= for dinner and vanished from the library with a faint verse of that magical mel= ody that had been missed by the studious older man as he was reading during the apparition. Not more than a m= oment later, Bugsy was walking down a street in the village of Nurmes, to which the estate was attached.

Bugsy walked less than fifty yards = from the postal box beside which she had appeared to the complete astonishment o= f a little blond girl in a dark dress with matching ribbons in her hair, who had been straining to put a small envelope into it by herself. Bugsy had appeared and then taken = the envelope and mailed it for her before setting off down the sidewalk with something of a stride between a seductive strut and a military march that accurately captured her irritation at being gently cast off by her wary lover. Before long Klaproos w= as accompanying Bugsy who ignored him for a few minutes before he took her hand and drew her off into an unilluminated entry to the flats that could be seen above the row of shops. He had observed Bugsy in the library with the Duke and was completely aware of her present state, apart from which he could have sensed it had it been a chance meeting in any case. Curtly Klaproos reassured Bugsy that she would have her carnal delights later, but that there was a place he wanted to show her as there were some interesting, yet futile items that he wanted her to see and perhaps take with her for her explorations that would soon commence.&nbs= p;

Taking her hand again, Klaproos now= led Bugsy who had a good sense that they would be among a guarded arsenal, to a stone on a driveway of a house on the main street, and in plain view of a g= roup of six young school boys with rucksacks and a football, vanished down a time-space gap. Still hand in= hand they emerged inside a locked warehouse with six guards standing sentry outs= ide with automatic rifles in hand. They were in an armoury on the outskirts of St. Petersburg, Russia. Along the walls and on standing sh= elves and cabinets there were boxes of ammunition, grenades, rifles, machine guns, pistols, revolvers, a few disarmed explosives and a small, narrow hand cart with an empty suitcase that had been left open.

Bugsy took an immediate interest in= the old, thick leather suitcase with discoloured patches and a set of initials embossed on the lid and the handle that read, ЮДЛЗ.= To the handle was attached a red p= aper ribbon with an identifying code imprinted in large black characters, A3721315Ж. From the she= lves and cabinets Bugsy took two grenades, an automatic pistol, a compact folding automatic rifle of the same calibre as the pistol and six cases of ammunition. She put her pilfe= red, useless, but threatening arsenal into the large suitcase and closed it secu= rely to the great amusement of Klaproos who knew perfectly well that Bugsy would derive at least as much amusement from disregarded, but inexplicably highly prized items that would be discovered unaccountably missing.

Klaproos could not contain himself = in the last as they headed down the aisle in which the time-space gap was situ= ated between two rows of repeating semi-automatic rifles stored as if for use wi= th scopes and or bayonets with their respective magazines attached. He erupted into raucous laughter.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> In his mirth Klaproos was careless= for a moment and collided with a cabinet door that was slightly ajar. The door slammed open which set a cascade of attachments and one rifle clattering on= to the warehouse floor that echoed all around the little building. Consequently both Bugsy and Klapro= os began to cackle with uncontrolled hilarity.

The guards who had over heard some noises of faint activity had been accounting for it by attributing it to ra= ts in the armoury for some reason they did not care to know. However, the noise from the tumbling items prompted them to investigate. They were in the act = of unlocking the doors when they also heard the laughter of what could only be= a couple of young hooligans that had somehow managed to get on the base and inside the building. As the g= uards who were struggling with the locked doors began to shout and pound on the d= oor, Bugsy and Klaproos, who could not help but laugh more heartily than before,= ran to the time-space gap and vanished from sight with the suitcase before the = door had been pushed open more than a crack.

They came out from the HawthornR= 17;s hollow on the Duke’s estate with the bag of weapons still giggling at= the perplexing disturbance and missing items they had left behind for the Russi= an MP’s to investigate and tell stories about. They promptly vanished from the ed= ge of the grounds forest and reappeared together inside Bugsy’s room that w= as being dusted by the housekeeper who let out a scream of shock owing to not having been listening closely as the magical melody came into the air foretelling their imminent arrival. Klaproos immediately took the housekeeper by the elbow to reassure h= er and keep her from falling with surprise.&n= bsp; He helped her to one of the upholstered barrel-like chairs in the gu= est room reasserting that all was well and that she had nothing to worry herself with. Bugsy poured a glass of= water from a carafe on a silver tray with three inverted glasses on it that had b= een left on the ebony tallboy in the corner of her room.

The elegantly appointed guest room = had been decorated in matching ebony bed, dressing table, tallboy, and three identical semi-circular chairs upholstered in forest green velvet that matc= hed the curtains and coverlet. The floor and one quarter of the height of the walls were panelled in planks of Vermilion wood polished to a high lustre.&= nbsp; To the house keeper who was temporarily hyper sensitized by her frig= ht looked about the room with its bright and cheerful décor almost expressing pain on her face at the bright colours. After emptying two glasses of wate= r she finally regained her bearings and recomposed her stern aspect. She looked contemplatively at the mysterious looking aged leather luggage for a moment and stood up once more sure of herself and walked toward the door.

Before exiting she turned briskly o= n a heel and curtsied while she thanked Klaproos for his concern and apologised= to Bugsy for being in her room. = She neither made eye contact with them nor made any comment about their unexpec= ted appearance. Then she left, cl= osing the door behind her carefully and securely. A moment later her steps could be = heard receding down the Ash wood flooring as she marched away determined to go on with her ordinary life despite the unusual incidents that had been occurring since the arrival of Bugsy, the Fairy woman.

The house keeper= had waited outside Bugsy’s room for nearly a quarter of an hour before she had knocked, expecting to be asked for a little tray with a pot of tea and a basket of treats. She had in = fact had to rap three times to no response before she had dared to unlock the do= or to tidy up the room. When she= had entered, the housekeeper realized immediately that the bed had not been sle= pt in on any of the nights, and that not one item had been moved since the sho= wer robe and slippers had been used prior to the dinner on the first evening. She had proceeded to dust the furn= iture and the curtains. Bugsy had i= n fact been away with Klaproos for nearly two hours when they had returned to abru= ptly surprise the housekeeper. How= ever, to the housekeeper, not more than twenty minutes had passed since Bugsy had entered her chamber and locked the door following the noon meal at which she had been closely observed.

Bugsy was now re= ady to embark on her travels in search of customers for her pearls and lovers for = her to seduce and enjoy. For the remainder of the afternoon and into the evening Bugsy spent her time investigating the odd intricate munitions she had obtained with Klaproos wh= ile he was engaged carnally with her in some manner on the dark green bed cover beside the open travel case. = Three times throughout the afternoon they were joined by one or two other magical creatures that were more than delighted to couple with Bugsy, sodomize her,= or be pleasured by her oral attentions while others pierced her other clefts.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Some of the Fairyland visitors also brought with them flagons of Fairy Draught and cakes of honey, fruit, nuts = and grain paste that had been baked into little bricks that were both sweet and tart.

In the distance = was heard the dinner bell that hung in the corridor outside the kitchen. Bugsy kissed her intimate companio= ns her farewells and set off for the dining room still straightening her dress and hair as she walked. It was qu= ite clear to the five seated at the dinner table that Bugsy had been engaged in some sort of carnal enjoyment that they all erroneously assumed had been wi= th the Duke. With her dramatic s= waying walk, Bugsy had walked down the corridor bordered by doors to rooms and cabinets she had not investigated yet, toward the expansive dining room. The staff of four was already seat= ed at the set table with the covered serving dishes. None of them had heard of or seen = the Duke, and the four were conversing concernedly as Bugsy made her entry, joi= ning them at the head seat that faced the window again. All four of them were looking at B= ugsy with inquisitive and expectant looks that subtly displayed their disapprova= l of her carnal taste. Whilst obse= rving her with anticipation, they sat in complete silence as if they were expecti= ng her to make a grand announcement.

Bugsy could feel= their tension and probed them each with her spirit to discover what troubled them. Some moments later, Bug= sy began to speak in answer to their silent enquiry that had lingered in their silence. “The Duk= e is in fine condition and still in his study as far as I know, if his earlier rebuff is any indicator of his intentions.= I have not been with him in his library for more than a few minutes following the lunch to which he was also slightly delayed. I would fetch him to put you four = at ease, but he was quite clear with me earlier about not being disturbed duri= ng his studies. Furthermore, he specified, at the time, that I would see him after dinner, and not necessar= ily at dinner.” With that s= aid, the four relaxed bodily somewhat, though there were still lines of concern = on their brows.

Despite their no= w much lessened worries, their unpronounced souls still betrayed their feelings as= the cook began the dinner by leading the prayers of thanks. Following came the offerings of fo= od from the meal to the Fairies at the makeshift alter with its tiny single ta= ble setting. Just as the cook was finishing with serving the Fairies, a distant door was heard slam followed = by the gallop of shod feet on thin rug of the upstairs corridor. For a moment during which the staf= f held their breath, there was an absolute silence in the house that made them all feel as if they were suddenly transported to a funeral service. For that short time, even the roar= of the wind around the house and in its chimneys ceased, making Bugsy think of= how time stopped inside the time-space gaps.&n= bsp; Shortly thereafter, the Duke was heard pacing calmly toward the dinn= ing room as he breathed in deeply, enjoying the fragrant mixed aroma of meat, vegetables, fresh baked bread, warm pudding, and wine. His muffled paces were serene and unhurried in opposition to the apparent panic and confusion of only moments earlier. Properly dressed for dinner in his suit, but missing his tie, Nils Løkken entered and took his usual seat at the head by the large window with the Fairy table behind = him with such calm that he seemed almost luminescent from a pure inner state of peace. The Duke greeted Bugsy= and his staff with a warm and reassuring smile and a nod before bowing his head= and putting his hands together for his minute of prayer. Following his benedictions during = which the four staff remained motionless, he raised his head and scanned each fac= e in turn, the housekeeper, the butler, the groundskeeper, and the cook. The four had been reassured, but s= till felt uneasy as the duke peered into their eyes with confidence and affection for them, meeting their intent gazes with a kindly concern like a godfather searching the souls of his nephews and nieces.

As the Duke ende= d his investigation of them to explain why they had not yet started eating, he met Bugsy’s flirtatious and laughing eyes that communicated to him the worried condition the four had experienced as her lashes fluttered and her eyes twinkled at him. The Duke began to laugh like a you= ng boy who had been watching the fish swimming in a pond while his mother worried = that he might have been caught by an unseasonable snow flurry without a coat. Bugsy, who had been containing her= mirth at the unexpected circumstances, burst forth with unreserved hilarity rarely experienced by these two conservative couples. When the cook and groundskeeper fi= nally relaxed into conviviality and the other two were smiling confidently, the D= uke finally began to explain his tardiness and the disturbance.

“Bugsy Dea= r, or should I say Coyota, your luggage has been moved by the brownies to the woodshed from which the annual reindeer hunt is begun each year, that messa= ge I just received. For the remain= der of this visit and whenever you return each year, the house elves have asked th= at you leave the suitcase with its non-wearable contents there. Later tonight, I will show you the= path to the woodshed. I would also= like to apologize for the noise that alarmed you all. I was somewhat clumsy as I made my= way out from the photography laboratory where I had been developing my rolls of black and white film from the past few months travelling through the Far Ea= st and North America. I will be printing the images over= the next several afternoons, after my studies.= It would be fine to notify me of the dinner at the enlarging and printing rooms inside the laboratory, but please be certain to shut each do= or of the light trap securely before entering the darkroom. Liv dear,” he was addressing the = cook, “thank you for being so consistent with the Fairy offerings, one of t= he brownies that moved Coyota’s luggage came while I was hanging up the washed films to dry in the cabinet. She came to inform me of that and said they were all very thankful f= or the loving offerings. Enough = of speeches, bon reached for a warm and crisp roll from appetite everyone.” Duke L&oslas= h;kken fell silent and opened the bread basket lined and covered with an oversized, thick napkin enveloping the warm bread.&nb= sp; At the sound of the breaking bread, the butler stood up and began se= rving the first course of the supper as if the hypnotic state of had finally been broken by the cracking crust being torn in the hands of the Duke.
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As usual, the me= al was enjoyed in silence as a light breeze howled around the large house with the= many protruding sills and dormer windows. Following the supper and the delicious bread pudding smothered in caramel sauce that followed it, Bugsy was offered a light but tightly woven gabardine wool coat by the butler who had helped clear the dining table bef= ore popping off to the cloakroom to fetch the Duke and his guest coverings for their ramble in the forest. A= s the Duke and Bugsy headed out via the kitchen entrance, they each donned an eld= erly pair of galoshes. Unencumbere= d by conversations the Duke knew to be futile with the Fairy woman, the well dre= ssed older Lord lead Bugsy at a quick pace to the mouth of a finely gravelled na= rrow path some distance past the lush hillock they had passed with the automobil= e on their arrival. Through the tr= ees they plunged along the neat trail whose entry was marked by a carved stone. It was not easy to det= ermine where they were as they walked on steadily quite some way amongst the conifers. Though the surround= ings were unfamiliar, Bugsy was more at ease in the managed forest than either t= he Duke or his gamekeeper could ever be said to be there.

Bugsy followed t= he purposeful march of the Duke feeling quite at ease with her circumstances.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> She knew that she would leave the Duke’s house the next day and would set off on her travels in search = of clients shortly thereafter. T= he two had been walking for nearly ten minutes among the evergreen trees when they came on a section of the forest that contained much older trees that now gr= ew significantly farther apart from one another than in the majority of the forest. Soon after that, they= came upon a group of such older trees that created something of a clearing, which was covered by a low canopy of boughs.&nbs= p; The gravelled path opened up at this clearing and formed a kind of gravel patio in the clearing around a rustic and squat log cabin at its centre. On its gabled roof we= re visible two thick glass skylights, one on each slope. Apart from them, there were no win= dows in the short walls or in the heavy door made of split logs with the flat fa= cing the interior. Once the chains= that secured the heavy door were removed, they entered the faintly lit interior = of the shed. <= /p>

Beneath the pool= s of light from the skylights there was a narrow table flanked by two benches in= the centre of each cascade of dim light. Along the three uninterrupted low walls lay three short but broad, s= teel rifle cabinets that were securely locked.&= nbsp; Upon them lay long thin cases containing scopes, cleaning kits, and tools for repair. Upon one ta= ble lay a disassembled large calibre rifle accompanied by a gas lantern, two so= lid flashlights, and a large bag of charcoal. On the other table lay Bugsy̵= 7;s suitcase beside a tabletop grill, a pair of tongs, and two different kinds = of dangerous looking butchering knife. As Bugsy took the few steps to reach and inspect her new belongings, Duke Nils disappeared behind the off centre door to a narrow airing cabinet from which= he returned with a long thin strip of dried, cured venison.

Duke Nils Løkken tore the strip of meat in half and handed a portion of it to Bugsy who ate it absentmindedly while sitting atop the table gazing at the useless weapons she had acquired in Russia simply for the entertainment. He came up to = the table, nearly touching Bugsy’s exposed knee to peer at its contents.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> He was astonished and stirred by t= he contents he had never expected to see on his private estate. With a furrowed brow he knew insta= ntly why the bag had been moved to the woodshed, as it was called. It had once, nearly two centuries = ago, been inhabited by the two groundskeepers when the estate had been larger and used mostly for logging. It u= sed to be an entire days’ walk through the woods to reach it when the house = had been only a small building inhabited by four fishermen that also transported the timber from the estate across the lake to a mill.

Since before the= time of Duke Nils, it had been known to the residents of the estate that firearms were not permitted inside the house by any of the house elves. The Fairies also viewed such tools= as unnecessary, absurd, and ridiculous; in other words, they were something to= be laughed at in the estimation of the Fairies. It had been precisely because Klap= roos saw weapons in this light and knew that Bugsy would have at least as much amusement with them that he had taken her to the armoury in the first place. To Bugsy the weapons w= ere somewhat of a curiosity that also disgusted her because of what she knew of= how people viewed such contraptions. Most people she had known who were acquainted with firearms looked to them respectfully with both awe and fear.&= nbsp; Upon the table she sat staring with a thin smile of uncomfortable amusement feeling she would likely never have any desire to touch her arsen= al ever again. She would only ca= sually show them to certain individuals as if by accident while moving her clothes, only to provoke them into emotion. <= /span>

Duke Nils Løkken was stirred= as he stood close to Bugsy petrified by the unexpected contents. He swayed slight= ly, as his eyes remained fixed on the interior of the bag, which left both his = hand touching her bare thigh and his trouser covered leg pressed against her knee. Inside the Duke there w= ere mixed feelings that he had experienced only in the context of the annual hunt. He felt alarm at the proximity of the arms, along with a sense of fear from which the thrill of = the hunt usually grew. In this ca= se his alarm and fear mingled with the sensual touch of Bugsy’s smooth thigh against his hand to provoke a mild, but growing sense of arousal that took = him by surprise. The seclusion of= the hut deep inside the woods only served to magnify his excitement as his hands began to move to her shoulders almost subconsciously. Holding Bugsy with firm but gentle= hands by both shoulders whilst pressing his thigh more deliberately against hers,= he kissed the Fairy woman passionately, sucking delicately on her lower lip as= he drew his head back gradually.

Having gazed int= o her eyes for a moment the Duke continued kissing her willing moist lips with an uncharacteristic ferocity of desire he had not experienced since his young adulthood as a Lieutenant with the Danish Navy during his obligatory service. With one hand still = on Bugsy’s shoulder he pulled her toward him as they kissed, while the o= ther hand blindly found her bare thigh and travelled soothingly up to grasp her = bald furrow. Eagerly and exhibiting uncommon absence of self control, the Duke pushed four fingers past the smo= oth edges of her labia to grasp her interiorly whilst unsheathing her clitoris = with a thumb that provoked Bugsy into a surprised groan that relaxed her body to lean heavily against the Duke’s as they carried on kissing. For nearly an hour they groped and kissed during which time Bugsy withdrew the Duke’s belt and caused hi= s suit trouser to crumple on the wood floor around his ankles revealing his conservative tailored silk briefs.

Following much stroking by Bugsy, she finally withdrew the engorged fleshy length from beh= ind the fly of the briefs. In not= more than a minute during which Bugsy continued to stimulate the distended organ= in her hand, Nils removed his coat, jacket, shirt, and kicked off his shoes and gathered trousers. Immediately following, he knelt to pleasure his Fairy lover with his moist and unaccust= omed lips and tongue. Pushing the luggage toward the foot of the table top grill, Bugsy lay back onto the tab= le to enjoy the older Lord’s provoking attentions. Some time after Bugsy had been moa= ning with delight at the Duke’s oral consideration, he became aware of his lover’s state and stood up, rapidly plunging his member into the bell= y of his Fairy woman lover. Only m= oments later, spent and in something of a state of light shock, the Duke withdrew = and promptly found himself seated on the bench beside a luxurious mass of cloth from Bugsy’s gathered dress.

Perceiving her man’s discomfited condition, Bugsy was soon crouched amid a broad cor= olla of cream coloured fabric between the Duke’s spread thighs. Bugsy was enjoying breathing life = back into the older man by route of his penis being ardently caressed in her lips with the occasional nip with her teeth to provoke a jerk and a gasp from his monotonous moans of pleasure. Some time later, the Duke had recovered his rigour sufficiently for Bugsy. She lay him down on the bench wher= e he had been seated leaning against the table, and draped her skirt over his bo= dy, concealing how she had mounted his erection beneath a tent of voluminous material. Rising and falling = above him rhythmically, Bugsy took her pleasure for a considerable time before the Duke was roused sufficiently to ask to be on his feet once more. Once during this engagement Bugsy transformed herself into a bear that brought out a scream of panic from her lover when he had opened his eyes once more. Later, Bugsy transformed into a so= rt of rabbit-like, furry woman with the long and thin legs with cloven-hoofed feet of a small = deer. Rather than opening his eyes the s= econd time he had sensed her transformation, the Duke had hoarsely asked her what= she looked like instead.

Eventually, the = Duke regained his strength and stood up having asked Bugsy to assume a position = on her hands and knees upon the bench on the opposite side of the table that w= as higher than the others. Slowl= y and rhythmically he had sunk past her swollen and soggy vaginal lips for a time= less span. Again he had depleted h= is ejaculate and found he had the strength to go on at her urging. Gradually, over the course of unme= asured time, the frequency of his thrusts quickened until, unexpectedly, his member came out from her slippery passage and found itself driven to its hilt deep inside his lover’s rectum as if by a magic beyond his control. He stood frozen with surprise feel= ing her sphincter twitching spasmodically around his swelling hot poker as Bugsy screamed with glee at the overwhelming force of her sudden orgasm causing h= er body to shudder violently as she broke into a joyous sweat.

When the orgasm = was over, Bugsy insisted that the Duke continue exactly as he was even though he had never done such a thing nor ever dreamed of sodomizing anything. Spellb= ound by her rapture and insistence, he carried on with measured pushes into her inviting rectal cavity. In re= sponse to Bugsy’s obvious arousal and urging, the Duke soon discovered he had become more engorged with her rear than he ever remembered having been at a= ny other time in his life, including when he had been molested by a nun while staying at a convent he had been visiting in Milan, Italy for contractual negotiations with some Italian Investors interested in a manufacturing plant outside Göteborg, Sweden. Nearly an hour after the anal intrusion had taken place; he was fina= lly no longer able to continue satisfying his nymph and withdrew his rigidity f= rom her bum to rest on the bench. Bugsy returned to her earlier arrangement with the Duke and took her pleasure unt= il with a groan and a sigh he pleaded with Bugsy to stop sucking, licking, and biting his pizzle.

Bugsy stood up w= ith a portion of her dress over her rear still raised as it clung to her damp bac= k, and fetched another strip of the dried venison for her exhausted lover to e= at while he recovered before the walk back to the house. From her usually unnoticeable purs= e of woven leaves and spiders webs, Bugsy brought out a long, thin flask of Fairy Draught that was related to mead, and uncapped it before offering the Duke a drink by pressing the teak wood mouth of the flask to his slightly trembling lips. He drank deeply of the magical brew that he recalled tasting as a chi= ld, and soon found himself reinvigorated feeling energetic and satisfied in a w= ay that was much akin to the feeling of waking up on a brisk spring morning ea= rly with the singing birds after a restful night of sleep. The Duke nearly sprung up as he ro= se onto his feet which surprised him with the damp thud of his semi-erect penis rebounding from the flat of his hirsute groin.

With a slight gr= in and a suppressed giggle of elation, he invited Bugsy for a pot of tea with a dr= ink in his library before some more of the same anal delights from the cabin in= his chambers. Bugsy, who was chee= rfully putting away her flask, suggested that she might have a quicker way of returning than the lengthy walk by which they had meandered across the estate. While putting on his = casual tweed suit once more, Nils peered at Bugsy inquisitively feeling curiosity mingled with joviality. A mom= ent later he agreed as he playfully groped her left breast which was still projecting over the low cut collar of her dress’s revealing bodice. Once they were both fully dressed = Bugsy embraced the good-humoured Duke and kissed him. During the kiss, Bugsy initiated a slight turn as if they were beginning a dance step that took them spontaneo= usly out of the woodshed and finished in the library that formed part of the Duke’s chambers. Stunne= d with surprise, Nils heard a snatch of a beautiful magical harmony and turned to = look about the suddenly changed setting with a disoriented sense of amazement.

By the clock on = his writing table it was nearly one in the morning, but he felt surprisingly li= vely and awake following his reviving Fairy Draught that had accompanied an invigorating, but somewhat strenuous carnal session. He saw that the butler had left hi= m his tray with a pot of tea beneath a cosy, accompanied by two cups with saucers, the sugar, milk pitcher, and a dish of tiny meat pies and another of sweet petit fours. With his arm abo= ut the waist of his Fairy lover, he drew her with him in a leisurely way to sit wi= th him at the loveseat beside the little table with the tray. By the time they were finishing th= eir fist cups of tea, the Duke’s hand was once more stroking Bugsy’s bared thigh as she sat with the skirt of her dress raised feeling the soft = cool leather touching her naked and still moist rear and thighs. She could also feel her lover̵= 7;s fluids seeping out onto the tanned hide beneath her, mingled with her own secretions. She could not help herself and giggled about it quietly knowing that the housekeeper would probably notice the faint new stain and try to ignore her response of arousal mixed with revulsion at what had put the sta= ins there.

The housekeeper = was a very stern, upright, and reserved person, but she was still a complete woman despite suppressing her sexuality as an inappropriate part of herself in her middle age. Bugsy would have = liked to have arranged a tempting situation where the housekeeper would be found alone with the Duke in an exposed and vulnerable situation that might lead = to them also having sex, but Bugsy knew that her manipulations would be interf= ered with by the brownies that would protect the residents and prevent her mischief. Klaproos had not be= en light about his comment about her not having any mischief with the resident= s of that estate. The very fact th= at her luggage with its weapons had been moved without her being informed was sufficient proof of a kind that she knew was unnecessary. Bugsy would just have to satisfy h= erself with the permissiveness of the Duke and relish her fantasy of having him lay with his housekeeper and sodomize the cook’s broad posterior instead.=

After some time = of foreplay accompanied by a second cup of tea, Bugsy stood and made her way to the hidden cabinet behind the bookshelf over his desk. For a moment she fumbled to find t= he catch to open the door, and faced the smiling older Lord in a frustrated plea for= his direction. The Duke paced lan= guidly toward her with his partly open shirt flapping with his steps. He wrapped an arm around BugsyR= 17;s waist and kissed her while he reached for the cabinet door with the other a= nd opened it. He had kept the se= cret of the hidden cabinet while kissing the mischievous Fairy woman. Bugsy was admittedly somewhat anno= yed, but also placated. Having add= ed some of the liqueur to their third cup of tea, they drained the cups quickly and headed for the bedroom where they undressed completely before falling i= nto the thick covers of the bed in a mock wrestle where Bugsy pretended to force herself on the weakly resisting Duke.

A little over an= hour later, the Duke finally fell asleep with Bugsy in his arms. This time though, Bugsy was happy = to remain with him beneath the warm covers beside his gently perspiring and sl= owly breathing body. She quietly l= aughed to herself about the earlier transformation while her lover had been joined= to her rear. Bugsy had announced= to him that he should watch her carefully before transfiguring into a woolly b= lack sheep while he continued his rhythm with her. After a few minutes she had changed again into a little deer with the protruding and inflamed red labia often s= een on baboons in oestrus. To Bugsy’s great amusement, the Duke had become surprisingly aroused and= hot at her bizarre transformation and had shortly thereafter had a dry orgasm.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Finally fatigued once more, he had= lain with her under the covers, stroking her long hair before he had passed into= his dreams.

Bugsy had eventu= ally also gone to sleep stroking his thin and grey chest fleece. Some five hours later, with the so= und of singing finches and sparrows about the window to his chamber, Bugsy had awo= ken to yet another dank cool morning in that northern latitude. She rose and gathered her clothes = before disappearing from his chamber where the Duke was still lightly snoring and twitching with his dreams. She reappeared in her room and laid her dress on the bed before putting on the provided bath robe and slippers. She did not bother to straighten her hair or to wash away the odours= of lovemaking from her body. In = the robe and slippers, Bugsy made her way directly to the kitchen for some breakfast in the company of the cook and the butler.

The cooks served= her a mug of very strong tea with a smile intended to disguise her disordered feelings of mild arousal at the obvious carnal pleasures Bugsy had enjoyed,= and jealousy mingled with irritation with her indiscretions. The butler, who was equally affect= ed by Bugsy, unintentionally found his hand caressing Bugsy’s thigh through= the slit in her robe beneath the table as she had deliberately sat beside him w= ith her hip pressed to his. As so= on as the butler became aware of this circumstance that had been missed by the co= ok who was slicing vegetables, he abruptly stood up and left the room with a s= ight flush on his face and the remainder of his bread roll filled with smoked sa= lmon paste in his hand. Surprised = at the abruptness of the butler and his having left his mug half full, the cook examined Bugsy with a glower as she suspected the innocent looking Fairy wo= man, before grimacing accusingly at her and returning to her vegetables gruffly.=

Having eaten, Bu= gsy returned to her room for a lengthy warm shower before she cleaned and straightened her attire with a wave of her hand. She transformed it slightly as wel= l to shorten the length of the skirt to show her boot covered calves, and gave t= he cream coloured fabric a sunny yellowish rose tinge. With another wave of her hand her = tall boots with their dramatic broad, but high heel, were cleaned of all the ear= th and dust with a high gloss polish in only a few moments. With her freshened attire, Bugsy t= ook a ribbon of fabric from the hem of her dress and tied her hair into a youthful pony tail accentuating her luxurious long hair. She dressed and set off for the ki= tchen again for a more formal presentation that so surprised the incredulous cook that at first Bugsy was mistaken for a new guest that had not been announced. For nearly an hour= she sat drinking chilled white wine and tasting the various items the cook was = preparing, including the oysters and crab that would be served for the Saturday and Su= nday luncheons with Dolmas, Kibè, and pitted pickled olives stuffed with segments of onion and bell peppers. This was one of the meals each month that the cook gave herself the pleasure of playing with the food to create new variations of traditional dishes from other parts of the world.

As the cook began making the meringue that would later be formed into cups and dipped in a hardening caramel to be served with mixed fruit and papaya sorbet, the Duke came through the door looking well rested, rejuvenated, and unusually cheerful. He greeted the cook amicably and came over to investigate her confections and entrées wh= ile patting her shoulder in an unusually intimate and friendly way. He served himself some warm tea an= d took a plate for his bread. He ate hungrily of the cool, but fresh rolls with butter and sliced roast venison while asking questions of the now contented cook about the other delicious concoctions she had planned for the weekend. He also reminded the cook that the= ir guest would be leaving that afternoon, which brought out an obvious relief = that she could not contain. He cheerfully waved away her concern at Bugsy noticing her relief and encourag= ed her to enjoy her creative urges with the meal.

When the Duke ro= se in his morning suit he invited Bugsy for a brisk ramble to the other side of t= he lake and back before the afternoon meal to open their appetites. She agreed= and they set off without their coats. Nearly three hours later, they returned pink cheeked and red nosed f= rom the march in the cool northerly breeze.&nb= sp; Soon after their return, the butler and groundskeeper returned to the kitchen for the meal that was served immediately when the housekeeper final= ly joined the group from her tasks with the remainder of the house. Following the light, but satisfying fare, Bugsy bid the group farewell and left for her room. She had not travelled farther than= the adjoining corridor before she transported herself to the woodshed to collect her luggage. Before leaving t= he woodshed, Bugsy assumed the appearance of a much older woman, perhaps in her sixties, before she made a beeline for the time-space gap at the hollow on = the Hawthorn whence she passed out of sight as she left the estate.
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Bugsy headed bac= k to her native realm, using her desire to begin her exploitative explorations a= mong familiar people and patterns of energy that were like her own. Emerging from beneath a bronze sta= tue, outside the small college campus in St. Petersburg, Florida, she stepped forth past a young woman who was resting on an elevated terrace with lush green grass, covering her face from the afternoon sun with a fashion magazine. The woman sat up startled, dropping the magazine onto the grass, and mumbled a barely intelligible, “Oh, hi Prof. Graves.” She then collected the magazine an= d lay back down replacing it as a sun shade over her face.

With her suit ca= se in tow, Bugsy made her way briskly across the college campus to the row of resident staff housing to visit her lover of many decades who taught archaeology and sociology, Arthur Banks.&n= bsp; The elderly man of nearly seventy seven years had been living on the campus and teaching for over forty five years. He was in a sense retired, though = he taught a couple of days a week, and spent much of his time practicing his g= olf swing on his lawn or playing at the local golf club. When he was home, he also often ho= sted visiting students that wished a break from the monotony and slavishness of = the academic system into which they had immersed themselves. It was from his lawn that he had h= ailed Bugsy with his raised pitching wedge when Arthur had seen his old lover com= ing his way.

They had met sho= rtly before he had begun his tenure as a young and vigorous man with a Masters a= nd a PhD with his career waiting before him.&nb= sp; He had mistaken Bugsy for a student and invited her in for a drink a= nd some hotdogs that he was grilling outside the house he had just been moved = into as part of his tenure with the college.&nb= sp; He had been and remained a bachelor all his life taking advantage of= the brief stays of the many young women who passed through the university syste= m to supply him with a steady stream of lovers and affairs that never lasted more than a few years. Bugsy had b= een one of only a few women who had kept in touch with Arthur over the years. Of a handful of his lovers that maintained contact with him, Bugsy had been only one of three who had conti= nued to visit him and carry on their associations.

One other such l= over had started her own mail order cosmetics company and travelled all over the continent regularly to promote and manage her widely reaching business. Periodically Kristen would visit h= er vacation home in Largo, Florida, from which she would visit Arthur, take him out to dinner a few times and bring him to her home for a weekend of wild cavorting and fornication. The other had been a local girl from Kenneth City, just outside St. Petersburg, who had obtained employ= ment at the college administration following several years of study during which= she had worked with the administration as part of her financial aide package. Andrea had become a lover to both Professor Arthur Banks, and to the Dean of Admissions, Dr. Larry Wilson. The Dean had helped her get the jo= b at the college when he had impregnated his young co-ed lover a few months befo= re her graduation.

After a brief pe= riod of wrangling and visits to lawyers, a local judge had ruled in her favour a= nd burdened the Dean with the paternal responsibility he had been trying to ev= ade. Subsequently, the Dean had both he= lped her obtain employment and began paying her an additional thousand dollars a month in child support. Despi= te these events, Andrea had continued her relationships with the Dean and the Professor after having given birth and having her fallopian tubes cut to prevent further pregnancies. = Dean Wilson had finally retired at age fifty eight and died three years later of= a heart attack while waterskiing on Lake Okeechobee. Andrea had attended his funeral wi= th the professor and returned to her regular life as a single mom having occasional blind dates and going out with friends she had made online while on chat bo= ards at work.

Bugsy went insid= e the neat and well appointed house kept by a Cuban maid that barely spoke Englis= h, lugging her large suitcase claiming she had just flown in from Moscow, where she had supposedly been w= orking as an interior decoration advisor to a young politician’s wife. The professor had never doubted the stories that Bugsy had told him and had not asked enough to deduce the facts either. He had simply gone on= as he always had before, teaching, enjoying the small pleasures of life, entertai= ning disenchanted students, and having sex with those that showed willingness. Arthur brewed a fresh pot of tea-l= ike coffee in his electronic MR. Coffee percolator and prepared a dish of minia= ture pizza bagels in his programmable Whirlpool microwave food irradiation box.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> They sat on the long white leather= sofa lined with square yellow and green pillows with the G insignia for the Green Bay Packers team in front of his new 80 inch high definition plasma monitor un= der the pretence of conversation. While she ate the soggy and unappetising food sipping from the tasteless coffee, Arthur turned on the TV to a satellite station showing a soft porn film and immediately began to stroke Bugsy’s thigh and shoulders beneath her dress.

With a partly fu= ll mouth Bugsy asked if anyone else was home, and Arthur mistakenly informed h= er that they were alone, when in fact there were two Junior lacrosse players a= nd a Sophomore cheerleader having sex in his guest bathroom where the Jacuzzi had been situated. Absent minded = as he was, Arthur had forgotten about the students in his house after coming home from playing a nine hole round of Golf that had started early in the morning. Bugsy began to talk = about the pink pearls claiming she had found them while in = Moscow. They were said to leave one fee= ling fantastic and energetic whilst helping one to see the Fairies around the pl= ace. Bugsy claimed to have paid a “pretty packet” as she called it, and she thought he would like= to try one. Eagerly he had nodde= d, being a regular smoker of Marijuana and an occasional user of Ecstasy with = his youthful visitors. Deftly, an= d much faster than his eye could see her movements, Bugsy took from her virtually invisible purse one pearl from within her bag of samples.

One of the young= men was coming out of the bath wearing only his briefs and over heard Bugsy tel= ling Arthur about the virtues of the pink pearl and gestured for the other two to follow him to the family room from where he heard the talk. As the professor was taking the pi= ll, the two young men in white briefs, and the young woman in only her skirt ca= me out into the room still showing signs of being high on what Bugsy suspected= to be a potent form of cannabis. Bugsy could feel their expectation at the news of more drugs and took one of the young men by the bulge of his underwear with a damp spot where his partial erection was still oozing, and pulled him toward her casually. He simply stood where she had rele= ased him, grinning foolishly to his colleague, as Bugsy took out three more pear= ls from a place he did not care to notice.&nb= sp;

Soon all three h= ad ingested a pearl and taken so= me of the uneaten pizza bagels in an automatic way that made Bugsy sure the effec= ts of the bong they had smoked prior to sex had not yet worn off completely. In moments, the three students and= the professor were feeling fantastically healthy, energetic, and unassailably libidinous. A carnal bash ens= ued to the great satisfaction of Bugsy who suspected that she had her first custom= ers in her and about her already. Approximately two hours later, it was Professor Arthur Banks who fir= st asked Bugsy if he could have some. Bugsy being the opportunist, claimed to have paid 3000 a gram, but tha= t she would gladly accept only thirty a gram since they were all on limited budgets. Indignant at the supposition of his relative poverty, one of the boys exclaimed that he alre= ady had one million dollars and that he was just waiting to turn twenty five to receive the remaining ten million of his grand parents’ inheritance.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> He offered to pay Bugsy 100 per gr= am and to buy 100 grams of the pearls.

He then went to = the guest room to fetch his mini computer and pulled up his account to carry out the large payment electronically on the spot. Bugsy had an account with a Swiss = bank that one of her lovers from Ch= icago had one opened for her with a generous deposit. Into this numbered account went his $10,000 transfer to the great amusement of Bugsy and the cheerleader girl w= ho had come to sit beside Bugsy before the boy whose crotch was at eye level f= or her when seated. = The boy was somewhat disgruntled with the intimation that he could not afford t= he high payment for the pearls, and even more disgruntled to discover the great difference between the 100 grams he had received and the 100 ounces he had expected subconsciously. At h= is request, the Professor brought a scale in both metric and U.S. co= nvention to verify he had gotten the 100 grams for which he had paid rather impatiently.=

The professor to= gether with the young woman who had been absentmindedly sucking the penis of Bugsy’s first customer during the exchange, purchased fifty grams at = the offered price after the wealthy boy left to get his clothes and bag. They each made a deposit of $750 i= nto Bugsy’s account using Paypal on the professors desk top computer transferred using Bugsy’s bank card.= The other boy fetched the bong and refilled it with more sticky buds= as he had called them before returning to discover the professor engaged to the girl’s mouth. She was on all fours atop the wood coffee table with Bu= gsy transformed into a penis bearing creature between a young man, a small stud pony, and something that was not quite a Faun with an absurdly sized penis = buried deeply within her body as she convulsed with arousal. Both the professor and the girl we= re obviously high once more. The= young man sat comfortably on the sofa smoking his bong, watching the unexpected entertainment while yet another pornographic film played on the television behind the coffee table.

Some hours later= the three woke up piled on the leather sofa with some of their limbs draped on = the carpeted floor. Bugsy had tur= ned off the television and helped herself to a frozen TV dinner reheated in the microwave and eaten with a disposable plastic fork from the box on the kitc= hen counter. She had clearly made= a much stronger pot of coffee as its fragrance had filled the house, and drun= k a cup before leaving in the evening. Not one of them could recall what had happened after the purchase had been paid for, but they felt in excellent spirits. The professor ordered pi= zza for them to eat and did not have a second thought for the absent Bugsy who = had made many short and much less invigorating visits in the past years to his house, never explaining her business or whereabouts.

Feeling satisfie= d and much more confident, Bugsy had gone out and visited the student union offer= ing a hundred dollars to any student that would take her to the airport. Of the three who responded, Bugsy elected to travel with the first to reply, a young woman with a battered old Chevrolet Camaro that she had been nursing for the past five years while she had been working at the local Taco Bell while attending college. Monique had come from a village ou= tside New Orleans and worked for a year at the Taco Bell to buy her already old a= nd maltreated Camaro, her dream car, for a mere $2,500 from a middle aged woman who had neglected it since her son had left home to join the army. Marie had finally applied for coll= ege and been given some financial aid, but not enough to allow her to pursue her education full time.

When Bugsy was d= ropped off at the airport, she could not help but feel a sense of pity for the you= ng woman who was working and studying while trying to support her elderly gran= dmother who was sick and abandoned by the family to a flat in New Orleans. Bugsy told Monique to wait a moment while she got some currency from an ATM machine, and returned a few minutes later with $1200 in an airline envelope that Monique accepted without counting. Monique would have objected had she bothered to look at its contents, but the envelope felt ri= ght and she trusted her intuition. Monique had been silent for the duration of the trip and had not suspected that her passenger was either a Fairy or that she was feeling her spirit from the sh= eer proximity of being in a car together. Bugsy had simply known about her circumstances without making any inquiry into Monique’s life. Like Monique who was on her way to becom= ing an excellent witch with a degree in social work, Bugsy also listened to her intuition and had impulsively tried to help the young woman with some of her growing debt by giving her a significant over payment for her services.

It was only the = next morning, when Monique had returned from her morning class and was leaving f= or work intending to stop at the bank to make the deposit, that she discovered= her good fortune. At first she fe= lt sorry that Bugsy had made such a mistake as giving her the wrong envelope, = but quickly her senses told her that it had not been a mistake at all. With Mon= ique smiling uncharacteristically, the bank teller at the Bank of America was unusually cordial and friendly with her.&n= bsp; Arriving at work in good spirits, she was called in by the manager of the Taco Bell franchise location and informed that she had been selected as= the next trainee manager, after having worked there for so many years. This meant that she would receive a nominal raise, full medical and retirement benefits, and would begin to fin= ally accrue vacation time. Monique= had been working since age fifteen in New Orleans and had never had a vacation in her seven = and a half years of work. She was= so stunned by all her good fortunes that she meekly thanked the manager, signed the contract in silence, and went to work in silence assembling Burritos wi= th a broad thin smile and a pale face. All day at work she only thought about Bugsy and the luck she had brought her, but she was unfamiliar with Fairies and could not fathom how t= hese events were connected to her. However, Monique was certain that Bugsy was connected to these event= s.

Bugsy then purch= ased a Business class ticket to fly to New York City LaGuardia Airport. As she checked in her luggage, she charmed the old suitcase with a specific kind of touch that would conceal t= he contents from being revealed by creating an illusion to be seen by scanning devices. The contents would be seen by an observer of the scanner to resemb= le the clothes and paraphernalia seen in other bags. With her boarding papers in hand, = Bugsy made her way to the Club Lounge for American Airlines with which she was scheduled to fly. Sitting in = the quiet room on a comfortable sofa with a Whisky Sour in her hand, she waited= for the middle aged man sitting with his back to her, using his lap top on an E= thernet bar provided on one side of the lounge, to turn around and look at her as s= he scanned his large, muscular, but bloated soft body contours beneath his tig= htly fitting navy blue suit. His h= air was dark, nappy, and neatly trimmed to a short length that showed his perm-= tan tone resulting from his cross racial parentage.

While she watche= d him on his computer, his phone rang and she observed him talking loudly to anot= her man in a slightly deferential voice that did not fit his appearance in the least. = Troy was a robust and vigorous man who clearly stood over six feet. = He showed the signs of making effor= ts to stay in shape and probably played some sports in his free time. However, he= had the characteristic fatness Bugsy was familiar with in modern Americans. Like most of his compatriots, Troy was very fon= d of steak and dairy eating at least one meal a day with beef in it and one with dairy. It never occurred to h= im where his corpulence emanated from the as he viewed himself as an average, health= y, and attractive man with an excellent income and an enviable position as a s= ales executive for corporate accounts with a Fortune 100 company.

Bugsy observed h= is fat neck, chubby hands holding the Nextel, and his broad, plump bottom with its= feminine fullness that extended down his full round thighs. Troy closed his laptop following the phone call and buzzed someone using the cellular phone’s intercom function.&= nbsp; He began to speak, “hey Doll, how’s things goin’?<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Yah, I’m at the airport in <= st1:City w:st=3D"on">Clearwater, Florida, just came back from the gig in Tamp= a and dropped off the car at the lot. Sure thing, I gotcha the bikini you wanted from that boutique, no prob. Sweetie, did ya book me= a stylish ride for the city? Gr= eat, a hybrid’s peachy, hope they’ve got it in red, huh? I’ll be coming back to headquarters in two days with a big fish in my ice box and the Faux for you, save me a warm spot behind you for when I get back ‘cus’ I̵= 7;m hot to trot babe, chao.”

Troy ha= d always been a bit too intimate and invasive in his personal interaction, but it had been precisely this quality that had made his life as a sales man a stellar career with ever increasing income and perks form contract sales all over t= he country. He had on a few occa= sions been sent overseas to negotiate and sell, but had found that “them furners” as he called them, were unreceptive to his approach and had = on some occasions been so offended that his company had nearly lost their clients. However, Troy had soon forgotten his overseas ex= periences and focussed on his phenomenal success pushing people around to get lucrati= ve contracts of which he now always received a small percentage above his base salary and all expenses paid travel budget.

&= nbsp; Troy had turned a= round while he had been conversing with the secretary with whom it was obvious he= had more intimate associations than just the professional. He had caught sight of Bugsy who w= as watching him intently whilst toying with the hem of her dress flirtatiously. Troy had winked a= t her and shortly ended his exchange before placing the laptop back in his briefc= ase, and walking across the room with it to sit suggestively close to Bugsy on t= he sofa with his arm around her, resting on the back of the seat. “Heya gorgeous, I’m Troy, you going t= o the big apple alone too?” <= st1:City w:st=3D"on">Troy and Bugsy we= re soon giggling and chatting as she leaned on him and his arm rested intimately ar= ound her shoulder with his hand threatening to take her breast. They talked about sitcoms and real= ity television, internet video games, the latest Hollywood movies, and Troy’s many conquests with clients who signed larger contracts than had been expected.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> He boasted about the millions of d= ollars he earned and his splendid vacation home in northern Vermont where he went to get away from people and shoot ducks during hunting season.

Some time later they left together to board their flight. Their seats were a few rows apart = and after a few minutes, once the boarding had been completed, Troy asked the business man who was sea= ted in the isle seat beside Bugsy if he would like to have her window seat instead= . Once the switch was carried out th= e two travellers continued their hollow banter under the pretence of becoming acquainted. Bugsy lied as usu= al saying she was an independently wealthy widow who travelled for fun and had= not yet had any kids. That had of course pushed Troy= ’s interest button, and he was soon touching her as they talked. His hand lightly stroked hers and = later he stroked her leg through the skirt and patted her cheek in a patronizing sor= t of way, once she had felt his charm he had won her confidence as he saw it.

Troy purchased f= our half bottles of wine for them to drink with the meal, and then purchased a stuffed mini mouse doll for Bugsy before they landed. Troy assumed correctly that Bugsy would thereafter travel with him, so he placed Bugsy’s luggage on the cart he had rented at the automatic luggage ca= rt dispenser. He then piled his = two bags above hers and set off for the rental car desk with Bugsy in tow with = his arm now comfortably around her narrow waist. She walked slowly exaggerating the swaying of her hips to provoke him and any indiscrete onlooker, of which th= ere were many at = La Guardia Airport.<= /st1:PersonName> Troy accepted the keys and then helped Bugsy aboard the rental car bus as the attendant loaded the bags. Troy tipped the as= sistant conductor five dollars and took his seat beside his supposed conquest, for = the short trip to the lot.

&= nbsp; Twenty five minutes later, Troy was comfortably steering the unusually silent hybrid car out of the airport complex with Bugsy in the passenger seat beside him with her hand firmly gripping his erection in her gradually moving hand part way in his fly. The dark haired Hindu woman mannin= g the exit both perceived what Bugsy was engaged doing, and turned away from her booth window with a look of disgust before pressing the button to lift the = car gate. Enjoying the attention,= Troy nearly missed his exit from the highway 895 to = the connector to the 495 that would take him into Manhattan. Some time later, they exited onto = Park Avenue and made their way to the luxurious privately owned hotel on Park Av= enue at which Troy had often been a guest in the past. The receptionist greeted him by name and Troy introduced Bugsy to him as his New Friend. Automatically, = he was booked the same double suite one level below the penthouse restaurant, wher= e Troy had stayed s= everal times a year for the last four years.

Once the bell boy departed, leaving them and their luggage, Troy closed the door and locked the dea= d bolt before turning to face Bugsy, who was already undressing herself even as the bell boy had been taking the last bag off the cart. As Bugsy let her dress fall to the ground, Troy let out a wolf whistle that echoed in the large room, and Bugsy coarsely threw herself onto the large king size bed and growled provocative= ly as she curled up putting her legs over her head to show off her depilated reproductive orifice.

As Troy undressed with such eagerness that= he fell over his trousers, Bugsy took out a pink pearl for him to consume. Onc= e he was fully undressed and standing before the bed, he noticed her hand holdin= g out a small pink sphere and examined it interestedly. “Take it you studly bullock, you’ll keep it up longer lover boy,” Bugsy said to him in a seductive, slightly hoarse voice. Coming close enough for his groin to feel her radiating warmth, and = for Troy to flex his = nostrils as he inhaled her arousing aroma, he took the pill and ingested it just bef= ore plunging into her belly with his circumcised rod. What Bugsy had said about the pill= was in fact true in this case, and Troy discovered that despite his orgasms, his engorged fleshy hose did not become flaccid and had obtained an unusually large girth.

The intercourse continued for some time, until Bugsy asked him to bugger her, and he flatly refused claiming that it was, “gross, unsanitary, and way too tight.” His excuse for = declining was based on his experience with his slightly older cousin Grace, who had b= een his first lover at age fourteen. Grace had been having an incestuous relationship with her motherR= 17;s brother since she had spied her mother having sex with him in the bedroom a= fter coming home from school early one afternoon at age fifteen. At seventeen, she had begun her af= fair with Troy, and had insisted he sodomize her every time to get her used to it under the thr= eat of telling their parents he had been having sex with her. Troy had obliged her for two and a half years, but vowed to never do it again wi= th any other woman. At age twent= y, Grace had started working as a prostitute to make money instead of taking a regular job that would interfere with her many affairs, including that with Troy, and with her uncle.

Following his re= fusal to bugger Bugsy, Troy had asked her where she got those pink pills, to which she replied that it = came from the Amazon where a friend of hers made it. She said she could always find him= and bring him some, but that it was somewhat pricy. Troy nodded and affirmed that those pearls were better than Cocaine, Pot, and E = all put together before asking how much it cost her. “I pay for it by the gram, $= 300 a gram, he is the only one that knows how to make the stuff. I’ll sell you 100 grams for $20= ,000 giving you a 30% discount. I = take credit cards online, but I prefer either cash or bank transfers.” Troy asked for Bugsy’s bank deposit information and took his phone from the suit jacket hanging on the back of a chair. After calling his bank account man= ager and arranging the transfer, he wrote down the confirmation code on a notepad provided at the dressing table with the hotel logo printed neatly on the co= rner of a fancy patterned paper and gave it to Bugsy.

Satisfied, Bugsy= half rolled onto the bed curled with the back of her neck on the bed covers whil= e he stood at the end of the bed once more before demanding of him rudely, “well, what are you waiting for, come and fuck me you stud.” The coitus resumed and finally end= ed a couple of hours later when Tro= y fell onto the bed exhausted accusing Bugsy of being a sex goddess or some k= ind of man eating tigress. Laughi= ng loudly she waited until Troy had rolled on his side to face her, and Bugsy transfo= rmed into a full size female tiger and roared for Troy before returning to her womanly shape. For some time = Troy lay there, motionless with terror at what had transpired before his eyes that he could= not believe. Once the memory of t= he tigress had finally begun to seem like a hallucination brought on by hunger, he rolled onto his stom= ach comfortably and suggested they have Pizza delivered to their room with a couple of pack= s of cold beer.

He called up a n= umber from his cellular phone’s contact list and requested an extra large p= izza with everything on it and two large drinks, “the usual, you know, just ask Robbie, and tell him it’s Troy Conker, he’ll know what acco= unt to charge. A few minutes late= r the hotel room telephone rang, and Troy greeted Robbie, the pizza shop restaurant owner, who confirmed his order of pizza a= nd beer and gave the total price with delivery charge and a confirmation code = that Troy ig= nored. Troy said he woul= d give the driver a bill of $100 so that Robbie knew how to split the gratuity as usual when the driver returned.

Bugsy suggested = they shower and dress, unless Troy<= /st1:place> wanted to shock the driver with them having sex while he made the delivery. Troy wrinkled his nose at that suggesti= on and walked toward the bathroom, taking Bugsy by the hand affectionately. Twenty five minutes later, while s= ipping wine from the hotel room mini bar, there was a knock on their door and the young man with a large red warmer bag in his hand came in with two cold cas= es of eighteen beer cans in a black plastic bag. He embarrassedly gave Troy the plastic bag obviously feeling = guilty as he knew that delivering alcohol was against regulations, before offering= him the receipt to sign with a pen he took from behind his ear. With the signed paper and the now = empty warmer bag under his arm, he left the room examining the large bill he had = been given with a mixed expression of surprise and suspicion. The bill was legitimate though, and shortly he pocked it before turning the corner on the way to the elevators = with a smile on his face. Troy and Bugsy ate hungrily while drinking from the cans despite the glasses provided by the hotel. For each can that Bugsy consumed with the food, Troy downed three and sometimes four. This habit clearly contributed to his large belly, but this did not negate the many physically and emotionally distorting effects of living in = the United States over the decades.

The first pack o= f 18 cans was emptied by the time the pizza had been consumed, at which point Bu= gsy began to drink water from the bathroom water fountain, leaving Troy to cons= ume the remaining 18 cans of light beer himself in the company of Bugsy while watching the Saturday night Football game on the hotel television. As Bugsy was totally uninterested,= and Troy seemed consu= med by his private entertainment, Bugsy lay down to sleep before going out in search of potential customers late in the night.&nbs= p; Five hours later, Troy<= /st1:place> was asleep beside her in a state of half undress with a leg over the side of the bed as if he were about to fall off or stand up. Bugsy rose and prepared her clothe= s for a night out, giving her dress a crisp whiteness with a sparkling, glittery quality to contrast sharply with her black shiny boots and deep golden locks that she left loose to show its length and dramatic appearance.

Bugsy walked out= of the hotel lobby some time after two in the morning, to the complete surpris= e of the reception desk attendant and the bell boy, both of whom offered to get = her a taxi. She walked past a cou= ple returning from a night on the town during which they had clearly been danci= ng and very probably had eaten dinner together. They had looked at Bugsy in surpri= se before looking away and then returning to their secretive, touchy-feely conversation that foretold to Bugsy a night of sexually frustrated conversa= tion and a long interlude of being too busy to see each other again for at least several weeks. A concerned lo= oking police officer, who had clearly been bored with his round that night, offer= ed to give Bugsy directions as he could not suspect a beautiful and well dress= ed middle aged woman of any mischief. Bugsy took her opportunity and asked him to escort her to Central Park not many blocks away, which he did hap= pily without giving any thought to why such a woman might wish to visit such a p= lace at that hour of the night.

Fifteen minutes = later, while engaged in prattle with the slightly younger looking officer, the two began to stroll together around the park’s walk. He confessed that he had several f= riends who sold crack, crank, speed, and methamphetamines in the park at night, th= ough they never hailed him if he was in his uniform for obvious reasons. He even confessed to having sold h= eroine while attending the academy and for the first three years with the police force. Phil, as he had introd= uced himself, asked Bugsy what she was looking for, whether it was sex, or one of the products mentioned. ̶= 0;Sex is great,” she responded, “but I have a new pill that is better than pure cocaine and Viagra put together.” Phil asked her about it and was interested enough to take out his wallet and offer her one hundred dollars, asking her how much he could buy of the pearls for that much. She told him that a little bag of = twenty five grams usually cost $500, but that she would be happy to give him it for the hundred he offered her, taking the five bills of twenty from his cautio= usly extended hand. Bugsy took a l= ittle bag with approximately fifty pearls and gave it to the uniformed police off= icer who deftly pocketed it while surveying his surrounding for any onlookers who might have seen the exchange.

Somewhat satisfi= ed, Bugsy patted the tall officer on his badge and told him that if he wanted t= o be daring, there was a bush behind a park bench where they could play. But he flushed and coughed uncomfortably before responding to the transparent offer. A moment later he sigh= ed with relief as his communications radio came to life calling all officers in the district of Central Park to come to the scene of a potentially fatal shooting and motorcycle accident. Phil tipped his hat to Bugsy politely and ran off in the direction of Columbus Circle. Bugsy was left to continue her meandering amble alone and soon found she was being followed by an opportunistic young man who clearly thought he would be getting something from what he thought was a lone woman at the park in the = dead of night.

Bugsy let the man follow her and gradually steered them into darker and more remote parts of central park. Eventually, Bug= sy made her way between two large bushes that nearly completely concealed her = from view, and with an outstretched arm, turned rapidly toward the man who had become increasingly reluctant to follow her as Bugsy was exhibiting precise= ly the opposite patterns of behaviour that his victims usually displayed. With a softly spoken word that he c= ould not hear and would not have understood in any case, being it was of the Fai= ry spell language most closely related to Kafiri, time stopped for him and he = was left in a state of conscious suspended animation. Busy drew near to him and tore his clothing off, letting it fall to the ground that was finely covered with dew. From one side of the tro= users she took his wallet and saw his Connecticut drivers licence addressed to N= ew Haven. In it she also found sixty five do= llars and a commuter train ticket between New Haven and Central Station. Having confiscated the ticket and the currency, Bugsy masturbated the young man for a few minutes before releasing him from his timelessness. The moment he regained control of = his body, the would be mugger or rapist, set off at a run leaving his tattered clothing behind with his wallet in her hand.

Bugsy was left laughing all the way back to the hotel where the receptionist from the prev= ious afternoon greeted her and informed Bugsy that Troy was having breakfast in the penthouse restaurant prior = to leaving for his sales meeting later that morning in the district of Tribeca. Bugsy made her way to the rooftop r= estaurant and sat down opposite Troy with a smug smile that made him curious enough to ask where she had gone. She told him that she had enjoyed = an early morning stroll to and around Central Park to open her appetite for breakfast following the fattening pizza and beer of the night before. This being a familiar sounding excuse used by other women in his life who were suffering from the artificially induced bloat, Troy dismissed her comment. Instea= d of responding either positively or negatively, he simply began telling Bugsy h= is itinerary of meetings for that day that would begin in Tribeca, as if it mattered to her in some way where he went.=

Following the presentation in Tribeca, he would be having lunch in Soho with a current cl= ient before making his final pitch and contract negotiations with a client in Kips Bay. Following that he was scheduled to= meet with his financial advisor about a half billion dollar venture he had been encouraged to invest in before visiting another client in Fashion Center wi= th who he often went to see a play or musical with in the evening when Troy visited New York. Troy invited Bugsy to join them for the performance neglecting to mention that she was one of his sexual consorts.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Bugsy being who she was, responded completely indiscreetly telling Troy it was okay to bring her to the hotel = room because she also wanted to have sex with the blue haired brunet in platform boots that he sold to by giving her sex instead of pitching a sale. Troy was aghast and pale with embarrassment as he had not suspected he was so transparent. Bugsy promptly s= oothed his emotions with compassionate sweet-talk that restored his self confidenc= e. Bugsy told him to his face that sh= e was a Fairy, and that was why she could see in his mind more than he was deliberately divulging. Howev= er, Tory did not retain this disturbing piece of information and chose to be cajoled and comforted instead.

Bugsy ordered a = double platter of hotcakes with three extra cups of maple syrup and a pot of coffee for herself. As she ate= from the stack of twelve fluffy pancakes, Bugsy encouraged Troy to talk about the game he had watc= hed the night before to keep him from thinking much about what she had told him. She ate silently plannin= g her travels that day while Troy prattled about awesome touch-downs and crushing rushes, to the mild irritation of the waitress, who unlike Bugsy, listened = to his rambunctious excited speech that could be heard across the restaurant. = When Bugsy was done eating, she simply stood up and told the continually yakking= man that she would see him later, and walked away to the amusement of the waitr= ess who was left to act in an appeasing and consoling way with the obnoxious man who had airs of being offended at being ignored by his woman companion.

For her own amus= ement, Bugsy walking down stairs into the lobby, which was full of guests both arriving and checking out, where she greeted the bell boy a little too boisterously to gain the attention of some of the guests, and promptly disappeared from view as she left by a time-space gap in front of a mirror covered wall. This left the h= otel staff in something of a predicament with a small number of guests who had a moment of hysterics before they were calmed by the television. The senior manager, who had seen t= his sort of thing happen before when he had been a bell boy, used the remote control to switch on the television to the morning news report, with its ti= cker of early stock market prices scrolling across the bottom of the screen. Five people who had seen Bugsy van= ished stood transfixed by the customary and predictable news on which they counte= d as part of their daily business routine to keep themselves calm amidst the hum= of their stressful and meaningless lives.&nbs= p; The older man recognized that the mysterious guest was a Fairy, and planned a staff meeting for later that morning to instruct his more junior staff that where not experienced with Fairyland.

Bugsy took herse= lf away to Washington = D.C., where she felt she could easily = find some more wealthy drug addicts who would grow her personal bank account. Somewhat bored with the pace of ti= me she had been enduring for nearly a month since the incident with the Fairy King= in Los Angeles, Bugsy emerged into the Capitol on a wintry November evening wi= th snow flakes gently cascading onto the Lincoln Memorial from between the fee= t of Abraham Lincoln, to the astonishment of the three families, and the one tour group that were gazing at it with the prescribed reverence that gigantic st= one monoliths always deserve. One= man took his cellular telephone to call 911, and was surprised to find the devi= ce simply did not wish to cooperate. The guard who was keeping watch presumed he had not seen Bugsy tresp= ass the barrier earlier and came up to her demanding to see her identification.=

Gladly, Bugsy dr= ew out her unofficial, but convincingly legitimate, identification and passport showing she was Beverly Graves, Federal Agent with the Homeland Security department, before asking him who his supervisor was. Embarrassed at being confronted wi= th what he thought of as a Master, superior over him, the guard apologized wit= h a bowed head and declared his supervisor was an Officer Jeremy Rosenvine. As he raised his head, averting hi= s eyes not wishing to make eye contact, the guard pleaded in a hushed voice, for M= rs. Graves to please pardon his intrusion and let him keep his job because he h= ad three kids to feed now that his addict wife had been put in the slammer for being under the influence at work as a secretary in the Pentagon.

Bugsy laughed he= artily at his coyness, and typical subservience, before leaning close in to his fa= ce, almost touching noses. Bugsy = looked at the number on his badge and spoke to him. “Don’t worry baby 2600= 2, I’ll take care of you personally tonight. Wait for me at your office when yo= u get off duty, and I will give you some of what you need. Maybe I might even get your girly = out of the clinker, huh.” She squeezed his cheek and then gripped his genitals through his trousers addin= g, “and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll give me some when I ask for it tonight. Se= e you at seven after you’ve showered.” Bugsy strutted away with confident= long strides, and looked at the six year old girl staring at her, the only one to have seen the exchange with the officer.&n= bsp; The little girl looked down and muttered under her breath, that she = was sorry and that she would never tell. Bugsy heard her and went onward, but so had her mother, who turned to her in concern affirming that everything was fine and that she had nothing = to be sorry about. According to = her mother who was completely bored, but pretending to be interested in the memorial, it was fine with her that her daughter was uninterested in Lincoln, but assu= red her that when she was older she would understand why the memorial was so import= ant.

Bugsy walked thr= ough West Potomic Park past the pools before turning up 17^t=
h Street and continuing at an angle across The Ellipse. As Bugsy approached = 15^th Street, she was spotted by an older man in a patterned grey suit holding open the d= oor to a limousine sedan at the corner of the little Pershing Park. He was waving a black umbrella at = Bugsy as the snow flakes began falling once more in a very thin veil. With her coat still over her arm, = Bugsy trotted toward him with a smile and got into the car, after which he retook= his seat, and the driver rejoined the flow of traffic. Some time later, the nondescript b= lack car stopped at a law office half a block away from the Supreme Court building. The man offered Bug= sy his hand to help her out of the car, and asked the driver to return in two hour= s with the take out lunch from The Golden Wok restaurant, prior to taking the afternoon off, before closing the door firmly.

They walked into= the house that now served as an advocacy and legal consulting office, and left their coats in the hands of the doorman who hung them up in the cloak room. The large house seemed = very quiet, but simultaneously filled with an expectant energy as they climbed t= he two flights of ornate stairs to the top level. Bugsy and the older man walked tog= ether. He was rather well off and se= rved both as a republican party junior whip, a blue chip lobbyist to keep environmental and manufacturing regulations to a minimum and as a legal consultant to light manufacturing industry with an interest in the national= US mark= et. Peter entered the large room at th= e end of the short corridor with two sets of doors, was greeted by the four men a= nd two women sitting around the large elliptical table with bottles of water w= ith reserved, but enthusiastic hellos with a low tone of reverence mixed with relief and heightened attention.

The little group waited expectantly for Peter to sit and to introduce his unexpected guest.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Bugsy sat beside him, with a young= woman who had a laptop before her ready to take the meeting minutes, on her other side. Peter, who had been acquainted with Bugsy for many years both as a lover and as an inspiration = to his work due to Bugsy’s magical abilities of persuasion and her natur= al Fairy glamour. It had never occurred to Peter that Bugsy was in fact magical, despite her surprising ha= bit of transforming into animals during intercourse. Peter had blocked those events fro= m his mind to retain his humanism and its perpetuated existence that spread an absence of faith in return for pious lip service and extortion of both natu= re and people to accumulate wealth in the name of greater personal survival. To Peter, there had equally neithe= r been any question of the importance of survival, nor any thought toward natural existence. However, he had achieved vast personal wealth, which he justifie= d to himself and others as necessary to look after his family.=

Peter introduced= Bugsy to the group singing the praises of her excellent character, while also lau= ding her as being his inspiration in his successful legal career. Peter added that Bugsy could be tr= usted implicitly with anything, which brought reverential nods from the group that looked to Bugsy as if they were trying to bow to her without being seen to = bow by the others. She began to g= iggle, and finally told them all to relax, for goodness sake, before she put them = all in red coats with white toupees, like the colonial English generals used to dress. This, despite its inac= curacy, did make the entire group sigh with relief and look at themselves momentari= ly less seriously. It had not passed through their minds that Bugsy was capabl= e of carrying out her threat, but that knowledge would probably not have left th= em as settled down as the insinuation had.

Two hours into t= he meeting during which the group discussed strategies to be employed with the= ir goals for the coming year, the door man brought in a bag with eight white Styrofoam take out trays delivered to the house. The doorman also brought into the meeting room a stack of paper plates and napkins along with a box of plastic utensils and a fresh pitcher of cool, iced water. The conversation transformed from serious strategic discourse to light chatter about the new animated films coming out of Hollywood, and the tragedies that befall characters in the reality television programs= and sitcoms that fill their lives when at home. Bugsy drew the two women, Carla, t= he secretary, and Louise, the marketing and advertising specialist who helped Peter transform his law specialty into a multidisciplinary lobbying and leg= al advising firm with thirty six staff. As the three women stood away from the men at the table talking quie= tly, they changed the subject to that of people and recent happenings at the capital.

Louise was the f= irst to mention the party that had been held at the Georgetown Universi= ty Law = Center. She had observed several of the se= nators and congressional representatives who had been seen consorting with the you= nger law students and interns present, congregating in the vicinity of the entry= to a corridor lined with small study rooms and reading rooms. They had gradually been seen vanis= hing into the corridor, to emerge some time later in very high spirits. Some had appeared somewhat disheve= lled when they had rejoined the party, which had later degenerated into something of a drunken mêlée of social posturing. Louise had then gone to investigate making sure to have four of the firm’s staff draw the three members of the press away to an upstairs meeting room for insider information on the lobbying efforts as a diversion. She had been greeted jovially by two young men and two young women w= ho were all in a partial state of undress, meting out ecstasy pills and selling small quantities of the drug for a reduced fee in exchange for the voyeuris= tic pleasure of a little sex in front of the others.

Bugsy knew that = Louise was leaving out her personal experience with the ecstasy, knowing full well that Louise was a regular user of ecstasy at home to help her relax. Louise had bought another supply f= rom the four students who had had a very pleasant time fornicating with her bri= efly and taking pictures of Louise engaged with both of them with a digital came= ra, as they had done with the men whilst entangled with the girls. Bugsy seized the moment, and invit= ed the two women to a dinner out that evening, after the day’s business was concluded. Louise, who like C= arla had taken an instant liking to Bugsy, invited Bugsy to come with Carla to h= er house for a traditional style Brazilian dinner prepared by her live-in maid, Patricia. Bugsy accepted immediately, and Carla hesitated uncomfortably until Bugsy stroked her back, giving he bottom a suggestive, but concealed squeeze, after which Carla responded with an energetic agreement that she knew was uncharacteristic and surprising in her. Louise’s surprise at Carla’s fleeting enthusiasm was cut short by the clock sounding at ha= lf past noon, for the resumption of the tedious meeting.

Some three and a= half hours later, once the tactics and foci had been firmly outlined, and record= ed by Carla in the rough outline of a report, the meeting was finally adjourned. Peter walked away to his own office= with a large Bay window, in the company of two of the men who were discussing so= me matter with him concerning a client who had renewed his contract to ensure = that no law would be passed at a national level to stop his lucrative beef cattle business. One man walked away= with Louise to discuss the details of some presentation that was being prepared, leaving the fatigued Carla in the company of Bugsy, alone for a few minutes= .

Bugsy came up be= side Carla who was enjoying a moment of peace and silence with her head on her crossed arms, with her eyes shut. Without uttering a sound, Bugsy put her a= rms around Carla embracing the middle aged single woman briefly before also res= ting her head onto Carla’s shoulder. A sense of relief came over Carla, who was accustomed only to the molesting touches of the young men and some older men at the office house.<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> Bugsy could both feel her relief a= t a caressing and comforting woman’s touch, and sense her anxiety over be= ing caught showing a sign of weakness by displaying her fatigue. Carla had thought that she had bee= n alone in the room when she had put her head down, but the anxiety was quickly wip= ed away by Bugsy who began to stoke her hair gently. To preserve their privacy, Bugsy w= aved a hand vaguely at the two doors, which shut themselves silently before the cl= ick of the lock was heard faintly.

Louise sent a te= xt message to her maid at home about her request for a traditional sort of din= ner to be served for them and the two guests.&= nbsp; Peter had settled down to some lists and reports he wished to review before making his late rounds about the capital. Many of the others left the buildi= ng once the business had been done. Meantime, Bugsy stroked and caressed Carla, who forgot about the tim= e in her rapture at some intimacy in her public life. After her early divorce after only= six months of marriage to a Secret Service Agent who beat her daily for not kee= ping the house as well as he liked, Carla had lived alone for nearly two decades, never dating, and having no personal relations outside of work save for the three women with whom she played bridge, and her six women friends with whom she shared her knitting hobby by internet, whom she had never met in person.

For the fifteen minutes that Bugsy caresses Carla, stroking her breasts in her blouse and b= rassiere, massaging the small of her back and the full curve of her bottom, Carla was lost in a world of sensual pleasure she had not experienced for years. Bugsy kissed her brows, eyes, chee= ks, nose, chin, and neck before finally lingering on her lips with a fervour th= at aroused Carla so that she pushed her tongue into Bugsy’s partly open mouth. Bugsy sucked on her to= ngue briefly before she broke off promising to bring her a present later that ni= ght before they left to go to the dinner. Carla then returned to her desk in a little room between that of Pet= er and of Louise, where she set about preparing the minutes and the report whi= lst daydreaming about making love to Bugsy.

Carla was not an= d had never been interested in relations with her own sex, but she found that in = her mind’s eye, Bugsy was neither a man nor a woman in any precise way. <= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> This imagining served only to distract Carla from her work, who soon found herself playing mine sweeper on her mobile computer while investigating her perceptions of Bugsy with more attention. Some part of her m= ind had felt Bugsy’s magical nature and was simultaneously attracted to h= er and cautious about the potential consequences of this. Carla was in fact a witch, who had frightened and irritated her former husband unwittingly by using magic in keeping the home. After her f= ailed marriage, which she had seen subconsciously, as her last bastion of magical security from a culture that had surrounded her with magic hating individua= ls, Carla had fractured and succumbed to social pressures. When she had gotten her employment= , she had vowed to her own self, without complete awareness, to never employ magic either at home or at work again. The appearance of Bugsy though, had subtly altered her consciousness= and made her aware of her own past decisions.&= nbsp; She could not help but wonder at what Bugsy might be as she was not a woman, and could not therefore be said to be a witch either.

The telephone ra= ng, interrupting Carla’s musing, after which she settled back into her wo= rk with much less concern for efficiency and productivity than she usually use= d in her work. She therefore worke= d much more slowly than usual on her report, but discovered that her results were = much more professional and accurate than she had previously thought she was capable.

During that early evening, Bugsy returned to Man= hattan, emerging several months earlier by using a time-space gap she found inside = the men’s bathroom in the Library of Congress Building. She emerged into Madison Square Garden from what lo= oked like thin air to the small boy walking hand in hand with his nanny. Startled, but well trained, he rem= ained silent about what he had witnessed, but decided to go back to the square al= one when older to investigate the strange scene he had witnessed. From the square, Bugsy made her wa= y to the boutique on 36^th and Eighth, where she knew that Troy would be joined to the woman desig= ner whom he considered to be both a client, and casual sex partner.

When Bugsy enter= ed the large boutique, she was greeted by an anorexic young woman who was eager to show her supposed client the latest designs by her employer. Bugsy took the opportunity to purc= hase a dress for Carla. The saleswom= an also informed Bugsy that Fiona was in a private meeting with her distributi= on consultant, which Bugsy abruptly interrupted in mid sentence to correct the statement, making the young woman blush in silence. “She is having sex with her Fucking Consultant, and liking it as he pounds her from behind the way he d= oes you when Fiona is not in the shop. You close the boutique and like his visits as much as Fiona, but you think that no one knows your little secret. Well, I had him last night too, he’s okay, but drinks too much, don’t you think?”

Bugsy then made = her way to the upstairs office area and opened the locked door as if it had been left open to discover Troy lying on the desk while Fiona crouched over him enjoying his phallus. For Carla, Bugsy had purchased an elaborate and provocative dress, with matching belt and shawl. The attire, which was of a pale oc= ean blue and vaguely green hue, was made of fine silk and fine wo= ol fabric, embroidered with geometrically shaped pieces of bright baby blue la= tex fringed with violet lace. The= décotée wa= s revealing, yet sufficiently discrete, and it had a full length skirt that opened with = two long slits to reveal the thighs as the wearer walked. Bugsy knew it would fit snugly on = the full figured body of Carla, but that it would also move freely leaving her comfortable, despite showing her body off in a titillating way to observing men.

Bugsy told the t= wo fornicators to just go on and not worry about her, as she would never tell a soul. They both believed her,= and resumed their activity as Bugsy closed the door, locking it once more, and = sat on the sofa by the large window with the blinds shut. She took out a pink peal and= held it out to the copulating pair until Fiona looked over and acknowledged that= she had had one, and wanted another by eagerly leaning in Bugsy’s directi= on with her tongue out, without saying a word. Bugsy put a pearl into Fiona’= ;s mouth and another into that of Troy before taking off her dress and transforming into a male to join the two who were engaged and intoxicated with carnal visions of Fairyland. Three hours later, while Fiona was crouched over the impaling organ of a male Bugsy proffering oral pleasures = to her lover, Troy, Fiona paused for a moment. “Hey, I want some of that good stuff; I can get a ton of clien= ts and investors with it. In a l= ow whisper for Troy to not hear, Bugsy offered her a baggie, not specifying a weight, for only $5,000 if she paid Bugsy in cash.

To the surprise = of all in the building, Fiona asked T= roy to hand her the Nextel on her desk behind him. With it, she paged the anore= xic saleswoman, whom she asked to close the shop and bring $5,000 in cash from = the safe to the office. Ten minut= es later, while Fiona was still in the same position with the two males, there= was a knock at the office door. B= ugsy waved a hand to unlock and open the door as her companions were too far gone into= the carnality of Fairyland to notice. The young woman came in coyly, with her eyes fixed on the hard wood flooring pattern, and extended her hand toward the three engaged in coitus, holding out the money. <= /o:p>

Bugsy took the y= oung woman by the wrist after waving her hand at the door to close it silently a= nd lock it once more, and drew her close enough to the three for Bugsy to put a pink pearl into her partly open lips. Bugsy took the money and put it into the imperceptible purse, from w= hich had come the pearls also.

Much later, afte= r Troy had also associated with the saleswoman in as m= any ways as he had with Fiona, the group left the boutique together and returne= d to the hotel room where Troy had been staying regularly for some years.= As they left, Bugsy put a bag of approximately fifty grams into the = hand of Fiona, who pocketed the pearls, before sitting in the back seat of the little hybrid rental car holding hands with Bugsy. As they drove back to the hotel, B= ugsy watched Troy driving with one hand as he massaged the belly and thighs of the young woman through her white suit. Fiona= had her head leaning against the window gazing out over the passing buildings a= nd lights while holding Bugsy’s hand in a loose and caressing grip.

As they passed t= hrough the reception, the staff behind the desk greeted them and arranged to have a folding dining table and chairs brought to the expansive double suite room = in which Troy was staying. Ten minutes later a = young African man from Burkina Faso, studying at college in New Yo= rk, working at the hotel, brought in the dining set. He then took the dinner order for = three Shepherd’s pies, two hamburgers with French fries, two lemon meringue pies, and nine bottles of Burgundy wine, before departing. Some thirty minutes later, the order was delivered as the group watched the evening news whilst already drinking the wine.

The group resumed their frolic of before after eating and continuing to drink accompanied by = each of them taking yet another pearl, with the exception of Bugsy. It was nearly sunrise before the g= roup fell asleep, not rising from the California King sized mattress on which th= ey were all sleeping communally like a litter of kittens. Naturally, Bugsy awoke in the early afternoon, before the others. She was putting on her newly cleaned and pressed dress, made orderly with magic, when the young saleswoman awoke with a start feeling panic about being foun= d by her employer in bed with his lover still with his prick in her bottom. Her worries were reasonable, but completely unnecessary. Bugsy= made sure to calm her quickly and promised to give her breakfast and take her ho= me before the others awoke. Bugs= y had the woman bathe and prepared her trousers and sweater in the same manner in which Bugsy always kept her attire looking crisp.

No more than twe= nty minutes later, they were seated in the penthouse restaurant having a hearty Sunday brunch, chatting about the latest gallery exhibits opening in Manhattan. The young woman was working to sup= port her fiancée who was a painter from the Bronx<= /st1:place> trying to find consignment contracts to begin his career as an artist. She too had grown up in New York, in the Lower East = Side, always hoping to work in the fashion industry. Bugsy, knowing that her fianc&eacu= te;e would benefit from an acquaintance with Fairyland, decided to show the girl= a way to get home, and anywhere that they desired easily and quickly using the time-space gaps. The girl did= not really understand what Bugsy was referring to over the brunch, but could fe= el that Bugsy was going to help her artist partner to launch his career in some unexpected magical way, despite not believing in magic herself.

After the brunch= , the two went downstairs to where Bugsy had vanished the day before. The manager had cleverly placed a = free standing decorated screen in front of the place in the wall that had caused= a panic in the five guests. Bug= sy moved the partition slightly to make room for them both, before leading the girl who was not thinking about anything in particular, into the dark passa= ge without another word. Perplexed, but curious, the young w= oman followed Bugsy who was holding her hand gently, in a comforting and reassur= ing manner. Not long after they h= ad entered the absolute darkness, they came back into the light, into the underground parking garage to the apartment building in which they lived ac= ross the bay in Union City. The young anorexic woman brought B= ugsy up to the studio loft that she inhabited with the painter, and introduced t= hem telling her jealous fiancée that she had met Bugsy the night before = and stayed with her at her hotel, talking about art buying and selling. The young man took Bugsy for some = kind of art dealer or collector, and offered her a cup of coffee as a kind of diplomatic, conciliatory gesture. Bugsy said that she had something to show him that would help him with the art, a= nd asked him to follow her to the garage, from which they had come.=

With her hand pu= shing lightly into the small of Peter’s back, Bugsy brought him along with = her to the same time-space gap in the lower level of the underground garage. Peter hesitated as he was uncomfor= table being seen in a public place in his burgundy towel bath robe and fleece sli= ppers. Suddenly he froze in his tracks as= he felt in his intuition a message that he could only attribute to the Great Spirit as he called God. It w= as telling him that Bugsy was a Fairy and to trust her, but to also be wary of her. “Why didn’t = you tell us you are a Fairy?” Peter was uncertain whether to stop or start and wanted some reassur= ance that he would come to no harm at her hands. Bugsy turned and took him by both = hands and gazed deeply into Peter as he stood there struggling with the messages = he was getting. ”Yes,̶= 1; Bugsy finally answered at length, “I am, I will not hurt you though I= may enjoy your body. It is my tas= k, because you have a task assigned by the Great Spirit, to bring you closer to Fairyland and to put into your hands tools by which your work may more easi= ly be disseminated. Come with me= now, and later there will be more.” Peter felt tense, but he forced himself to put his life in BugsyR= 17;s hands and follow her lead.

Bugsy took him b= y an elbow and they vanished together with a slight turn into a fissure in the garage wall. In an unknown ti= me, and an unknown date some centuries before the spread of the white man from behind the shadow of the Appalachian Mountains westward, Peter came out fro= m a thicket of Juniper into a coniferous forest somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. The g= round sloped gently and had a few boulders protruding from the mountain side with= its reddish earth. A scrub Jay ca= lled when they appeared, and Bugsy twittered at it in a friendly way. Then she turned Peter and led him = up the hill about a hundred yards to the foot of a giant Sequoia tree with a large scar from fire and an opening at its base that seemed to be a sort of ramp = or drive descending into the depths of the mountain.

As they approach= ed the entrance, Peter saw a Centaur and a Faun emerging from the shadowy depths in the company of a beautiful young woman, discussing some matter that seemed quite heated from the raised veins on the brow of the elderly Centaur. Before Peter was able to make out = the nature of the discussion though, the young woman raised a hand in greeting toward Bugsy and Peter, silencing her companions. The three stood still = and waited for Bugsy and Peter to reach them in the shadow of ancient redwood t= ree with its burnt gash and cavity beneath the partly protruding roots. Bugsy introduced Peter to Silvia, = whom she called Luna the witch healer, before she introduced Lord Mavis Gyre, the Centaur, and Cleft, the Black Tailed Deer Faun. Peter had never seen such creatures outside of Fairy Tale books from his library and discovered that his mouth = was hanging open, before shutting it to shake hands with each one in turn.

After the brief introductions, the auburn haired beautiful Luna took Peter by the hand and kissed him in a lewd and suggestive manner while also massaging his genitals with a hand under his robe. S= he then promised him she would be his first customer and a collector of his wo= rks in future. The Fairy Queen he= rself had said he was the Artist that Luna should launch. However, first Peter would have to= meet the Fairy Queen Sequoia and her creatures in the Great Hall. With Bugsy holding one of his hand= s and Luna the other, Peter was led down a long sloping earthen passage until, ac= companied by the two female escorts, Peter found he was standing in the centre of an enormous reception hall with a large pond or pool at the far end that clear= ly led to more water beyond the earth embankment festooned with embedded tree = root structures.

Ceremoniously th= e three stood still holding hands as an enormously tall white haired woman paced to= ward them almost as if at a dance. Clad in extravagantly elaborate white raiment, the ageless beauty of the woman w= ho was the Fairy Queen approached them. She was simultaneously both very young= and pretty, and ancient and shrunken with such great age that she was radiant w= ith grace. The Fairy Queen seemed somehow familiar and recognizable, and she transfixed Peter utterly. His mind raced as he watched her approach trying desperately to recall where he had seen her before. As she drew closer her size dimini= shed until he recognized his childhood sweetheart, Amy, who stood before him slightly shorter than him, and kissed his lips affectionately as the two escorting women, tightened their grip momentarily before releasing Peter’s hands. “W= elcome back to my home dear Peter. Y= ou have done well with the Art I gave you all those years ago. I know that reaching this level ha= s been painful dear, but you are the Artist that was foretold. Now you will bear me a child and y= our works will gain in notoriety and value, which should please that poor girl = that has been selling clothes to keep you working. In no more than a year she will no= t have any need to work even though you will never paint a single consignment in a= ll your life. Simply put onto wo= od or canvas that which I send you in your dreams and leave the rest to Luna, who will be in regular contact with you. A warning to you, your young woman will become jealous of your deali= ngs with Luna, but you must never allow her emotions to stand between your work= and Luna as the girl will never leave you once you have become a self-supporting artist.”

“Now dear = Peter, enjoy the feast and perform your duty to me for which I have waited these m= any decades.” Having kissed= Peter once again, lingering wantonly on his partly open lips, the Fairy Queen took his hand and drew him with her toward the stone and wood tables along the w= alls where many large dishes of food and basins full of a golden beverage lay am= idst piles of small wood plates and large wood goblets. As the ceremony entered the past, a flood of creatures of all sorts flooded the Great Hall and surrounded Peter= and the Fairy Queen with the noise of continued games, conversation, arguments, eating, and cheer.

Having padded his stomach with plenty of finger food and an entire, brimming goblet of the Fa= iry Draught which is most similar to a seasoned Mead known as Metheglyn, Peter = and the Fairy Queen made amends and began to copulate in a shadowed niche not f= ar from the tables. As he looked= about him, Peter noticed that there were innumerable other couples, some that see= med unlikely pairs, engaged in love making around the room. Peter saw Centaurs and Fauns of va= rious types, a lovely old woman Selkie emerging form her skin at the edge of the water, and fairies in both the shapes of animals, birds, and people. Some of the creatures were eating = while others slept in dark corners undisturbed by the hushed din within the Great Hall.

Once Peter had provided his services to the Fairy Queen, they returned to the tables to re= fill the goblets before returning to their niche for an encore. The ritual went on for much time t= hat Peter noticed was not recorded on his watch which appeared to have stopped. Peter did however ma= ke careful note of the details of plumage or fur on the creatures about him. As he looked about, as if the Fairy Queen could hear his thoughts, she affirmed that as long as he used only his desire to travel through the time-space gaps as he had been shown, he would= be welcome to visit the Great Hall any time, alone, both to gather image ideas= and for other communing. Peter was taken aback as he had forgotten how his childhood sweetheart used to read h= is mind. He replied that as the Great Hall = was outside of time, perhaps he would come often to seek refuge as well from the time b= ound world that surrounded him.