We can leave this place. Together." Don't be stupid. I can't leave." Why not?" he asked reasonably.She opened her mouth to answer him, then stopped. B...ecause I've always been here, she had been about to say. The Snow Maid lives in the World Below. That is what the legends told. That is what others believed.But if the one who was the prime source of her belief chose to believe otherwise...She gasped, and he nodded, following her thought."If I believe that the Snow Maid can leave the World Below. She had sexy curves to die for. Her ass is big and boobs were very eye-catching.On seeing her, any man would want to grab her right there and molest her boobs and ass and fuck her. She had curly hairs and wore shorts and t-shirts most of the time. Anyways I started emailing her and after some time, she asked it was a true story. On telling yes, she told that she would like to go out with me. Also, she will be honest, and she will make out only if she like my looks.I was annoyed by her attitude,. "Is Patricia a born female, or did she have transgender surgery while in Minneapolis? Was she really Patrick Jones or impersonating Patrick Jones for some reason? Well, my dear readers, the answer is neither as you will see when you read on.I was flabbergasted. I took an immediate liking to this big teddy bear of a man. He obviously was well informed about me. My mind was flooding with a thousand questions. The one on top of the heap was, is Patricia a born female?"I am so very pleased to meet. She was just what I wanted then and desire still. What I didn't know when I married was that the mangrove mud was still between my toes. I still cuddle into the bony corners of my wife at night and guess I will when we're both grey and palsied but the times with Suzie and the other players keeps that mud between my toes from cracking.It had been a good night. I had been sleeping well and the woman Suzie had brought --- let's talk about her some time soon --- had been, well, interesting.Late, I.