A warning - not every character in this story experiences a fairytale ending.~~~At the Jōren Falls of Izu, Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan, a weary woodsm...an sits on a log by the waterfall. He is hot from his woodcutting and can't resist the refreshing lure of the sparkling, white water. Detecting movement, he lays eyes upon a gorgeous woman, who seemingly appears out of thin air. She is slender, with full breasts, spilling over a low-cut sheer blue gown. Her ebony hair cascades down her back in. If Timisoara was a dedication to geometry, then Sky House was dedicated to the arts. The hallways were soaring walls with vaulted ceilings coated with a soft white glow. Fanciful creatures frolicked and swaggered among great murals as their human friends reclined in the shade or bathed in the crystal waters. The Meeting Hall was a maze of intersecting arches that stretched up into the darkness of the high ceiling. The walls were carved representations of various aspects of the Blue but the. A lovely pair smooth to the touch. She knew how to take care of them. Every part of her body was perfect. ‘So now what?’, I asked, ‘the dryer doesn’t stop for another thirteen minutes.’ ‘I have some ideas’, she said seductively. ‘I’ll bet you do.’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘Is it hot?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Is it dirty?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Is it sexual?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Is it erotic?’ ‘Yes. If you’re into voyeurism.’ ‘Voyeurism?’ Cynthia pointed what she meant. What I fail to notice was a security camera hanging above the doorway and Cynthia. Damn, I was so wet! Admittedly, I was also uncomfortable and embarrassed.“Correct, my darling” she said emphatically. I remember that her big ojos verde were beaming at me and that Ms. Green squeezed my body firmly with extra emphasis, so much so, that her breasts squished up against me. (Gets me wet every time I think of it.)Well, with my shower head near, I dream of escorting you to the Tango Queer in Argentina and I would sit you down for a drink of whiskey. Under the table my foot would.