Lise-Anne and Rand added their signatures as witnesses and Michelle tucked the scroll back into the tube for safe keeping. "How long will Stanley be in Ireland?" Lise-Anne asked. "We must gather the most skilled Fae we have to build him a glamor. It will take a week, two at most. I do not give up the lives of my people willingly. We will find a way to do this as safely as possible," the Queen stated with finality. Stanley was collecting the rest of his dropped clothes into his arms and looked at her with trepidation. He didn't want anyone to die! "Michelle, Rand. Would you please accompany Stanley on this journey?" Lise-Anne asked. Rand nodded immediately but Michelle looked a little surprised to be asked. She finally nodded. She handed the scroll to the Security Minister who tucked it away. The fairy hesitated for just a moment then looked to Baba Yaga. "There is still the outstanding question of how you rescued a Satyr from so far in the pas-" Lise-Anne began but stopped abrupt
Henry fought off a strong sensation of déjà vu as he sat on the couch between the two beautiful ladies. He knew this was a recollection of the last movie night he'd attended in Sandy's condo. Sitting between the bubbly pale skinned blond with her wide, delighted smile and the polar opposite of her BFF Dayshia whose expression was as dark as her complexion, Henry smiled tentatively at Tish who was facing him on the plush chair to his left. She was rather obviously undressing him with her eyes. On the love seat across from Tish, Roger was making no effort to hide his suspicion. "So, you're saying you're Stanley's brother. A brother he didn't even know he had up until just before this family reunion in, of all places, Ireland! You don't even have an accent- and neither did Stanley!" the tall male nurse exclaimed incredulously. "Roger!" Sandy exclaimed in outrage. The man drew an angry glare from Tish as well, but Dayshia barely glanced his way. "No, it's ok. I get it. It was weird f
Roger sent a troubled look back in the direction of the living room and shook his head in frustration. Even he couldn't put the finger on why he was so agitated. "Something isn't right about him. He's- he's too much like Stanley. They grew up apart, in different states even, completely different environments, yet I'd swear they grew up together." He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Maybe it's just too soon."Sandy pulled the big guy into a fierce hug, and Roger returned it. He kissed the top of her head and got a face full of hair in return. He gently pushed her back and rubbed his tingling face. "You need to invest in a humidifier and better conditioner for your clingy hair!"She snorted gently and gave him a little push.He turned serious again. "I want you to be careful around him. We don't know his true agenda. Not really. He's too sexy."Sandy's eyes widened. "Sexy?"Roger scowled. "Handsome. Good looking- Oh fuck it, you know what I mean!" he finished with a
"Should we make a reservation?" he asked. Sandy was already dialing and smiled at them as she listened to it ring. They listened as she successfully booked them the last table for four with a promise to be there in five minutes. Once she hung up, they scrambled to their feet and rushed out of the condo. They took the elevator down and rushed outside. The night was beautiful, and they fast walked up the street and over one block to the small, single-story building. Sandy got them inside and seated at their reserved table in the back corner moments later. Henry sat with his back to the wall with Sandy seated next to him. Tish took the seat across from him, and Dayshia was next to her. Menus were handed out, and the waiter was delighted when they immediately began to order dish after dish. They ordered drinks as well. Tish looked at Henry's curious expression. "Do you drink?" she asked "I've had wine before," he admitted. "Let me order for you," she said, and he nodded. She gave him
Feeling a little unbalanced, Henry grabbed the edge of the table with his right hand catching Tish's under his as he reached his left into the mass of blond hair that was about to surge upwards in anger."I had sex with Marisaaaaaaahhh..." Sandy blurted before her head snapped back in bliss. The shock traveled through the circle, engulfing them all in the cascade of sensation as Sandy's hair wound itself around Henry's forearm. His, Dayshia's, and Tish's heads all mirrored Sandy's movements precisely as their nervous systems synchronized for that brief instant.Unbidden, an image flashed into Henry's mind. Marisa's lovely face smiling wickedly at him/Sandy from between his/Sandy's thighs. This time, however, the image was accompanied by the oddest and most exquisite sensation of the ravishing blonde teasing his/Sandy's clit until he/Sandy came explosively. His mind filled with a wonderfully intense glow, then he felt himself coming back to his body. He slowly opened his eyes and saw D
Sandy, experiencing tingles of her own, picked up his keys and turned to unlock his door as Dayshia moved to help Henry straighten up to get him through the door. Tish didn't trust herself to touch him again. Henry felt Dayshia's soft body pressing against his and is lust flared once more. He turned in her arms and found her mouth with his. Her tongue thrust into his mouth as her hands slipped down to squeeze his ass. She moaned softly when she felt something large and hard pressing against her intimate parts as he sensually sucked on her tongue. "DAYSHIA!" Her mind snapped back to reality, and she moved her hands to his chest to push back. She felt his gentle resistance, but finally, he leaned back from her and swayed on his feet. She looked down and saw he was showing against his pants and her eyes widened. "Henry, you need to drink some water then go to bed," Sandy said softly as she bit her lip. He nodded and tried to clear his mind which felt like a forest fire was raging wi
Two men in hazmat suits rushed to Edmund and lifted him by his arms to drag him to a decontamination suite. They stood under a spray on the way in then, once inside, they got his suit off and went to work spraying him down. One ran a Geiger counter over him then pointed it to the wicked looking burns on his face. It remained relatively silent. The men looked at each other and sagged with relief. "Thank god!" Heller said. Arnd, one of the day-shift control center technicians, looked closer at the burns. "They're fading!" "What?" Heller said as he leaned closer to catch the last of the terrible burn marks dissipate. Edmund's slightly pocked skin looked as normal as it had been. "What's going on in there?" Karl's voice boomed through the intercom. "Edmund's burns are gone!" Heller said. "Gone? What do you mean gone! How bad were they?" Karl asked. Heller and Arnd looked at each other. "The entire left side of his face looked like it was going to peel off. Now it's- fine," Arnd a
As he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes widened in surprise. The dully lit corridor was no more. Cream colored walls with lovely art hanging upon it caught the eye. Warm hardwood floors gleamed and what caught his eye was the lighting. It was indirect, but he swore there was sunlight splashing across the ceiling here and there. He wondered how they did that. Maybe it was solar tubes piping real sunlight from the floors above?Two of Mr. Duncan's security personnel stood guard in the large, pleasingly lit vestibule before large dark oak double doors. He smiled and nodded to the men who returned the smile and nod while opening the doors for him. He felt a little weird with this treatment as he was capable of opening doors for himself. He wondered at VRL's seemingly over-the-top emphasis on security. He had to admit though, instead of being intimidated by the silent sentinels, the staff seemed to take comfort in their presence. He'd never seen anyone cast a worried look in their dire