I bought those tools so that I can fix the fountain. I can’t fix the fountain without them. May I please have them back?”Tink bared her fangs. “...You challenge Tink. Tink fight. Protect goblin home.”“Whoa, whoa.” Mike backed up. “We don’t need to fight Tink, but I need those tools. There’s no reason we need to do this.” Mike ran through his memory, looking for info on goblins, but he was drawing an absolute blank.“Then man leave. Never come back, or Tink fight to protect goblin home.” Tink. The sex was great, and they still enjoyed the occasional evening in, together alone despite his tight work schedule. She had however been feeling a lot more lonely since her daughter went off to college. To fill the void, she pursued her one vice, if you could call it that. She was a superstitious woman. She read her horoscope daily and believed in the usual mumbo jumbo of folks being able to tell the future. Mrs. Robinson’s transformation into a cougar however truly began one summer afternoon. She looked good and the sales clerk agreed; but now as she stood waiting for her cab she was having second thoughts. She wasn’t sure if it was the loss of seeing herself through the older woman’s eyes, the fact that the excitement and euphoria of doing something so far out of her comfort zone was starting to wear off, or just that she was getting cold and the lure of her nice warm bed in her nice warm apartment was growing stronger by the second. Whatever it was, she was seriously wondering. He could feel that his stomach was pinched and hedefinitely had hose on his legs as well as heels. How long had he beenlike this? What was going on? He tugged at his bonds, but could notfree himself. He tried calling out, but only muffled moans could beheard. Jim heard a door open. "So Bitch you couldn't comply with mysimple instructions?" It would have been much easier on you if you had,but now you are going to have to pay the price. Jim panicked and beganstruggling against his bonds;.