. . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Thanks to some long windless stretches, it had taken th...e spiders a week toarrive. Exhausted and weather-beaten, they had come to the meadow's edge justas the wedding concluded. Within moments, the magic that linked Wendy and Athanaricto Sarabande's web burned away every spell of concealment. Now the spiderscould see the big fairy mansion as plain as day, and the wedding party millingabout in front of. She knew there was nothing dead in her yard and was scared why the birds were there.Bria was nervous and decided to go out. She called a cab and went to a local club that she liked. She was looking to meet somebody and think about something other than the strange birds in her yard.Bria sat down and ordered some wine. She watched the television that was on and made small talk with the bartender. The bar was busy, and Bria noticed an interesting woman who seemed to be looking in Bria’s. “I better get back. You coming to say hi?”“Uh-uh…You can have all of that fun to yourself,” I said. “Remember, Teddy,” she said sternly. “This is our little secret.”She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then her lips moved to my ear, lingering for a long second. “Don’t stay up too late, you big tiger,” she whispered. I watched her make her way back up the garden path in her high heels, her hips swaying more than usual. I tilted my head to get a better view when, suddenly, she stopped. ”Sal and Stancia picked them up from the airport having had that girls lunch they had promised each other. The one that involved being respectably dressed other than having the wearing the very kinky crutch length boots under the normal skirts. As a result they were feeling very naughty. They drove down to Stancia and Crispins respectable middle class home.Once inside the two older women within seconds of shutting the door were stripping each other. Ella and Crispin shrugged looking at each.