Parker saw me, and the look on his face wasn't what I would call friendly. He took a couple steps toward me, then turned and walked quickly the other ...way. I decided this wasn't a good time to question luck and walked to the office."Good morning, ladies," I said, tossing my backpack at the foot of the counter."You're back!" Stephy Ward yelled, rushing around and hugging me. Cassie Saunders and Miranda Watkins, the other two office aides, just smiled, but Stephy had been one of my gymnasts last. How big is that thing?" "A girl at college told me eight inches, so, eight inches. You like what you see Aunt Jenny?" I could hear the blood pounding in my ears. Suddenly I was naked with an object of my deepest, darkest, sweatiest, stickiest, naughtiest, most taboo desires. It was heady stuff. She didn't answer my question, just looked me in the eye and said: "Tub?", arching an eyebrow expectantly. "Oh. Yeah." I said, stepping into the bathtub. The hot water felt so good after my night of. Trimmed up, the old girl holds her altitude, the engine grumbles in a steady roar, and the miles pass down below us.We started our descent, called Mister Russ on a cellphone, started looking for the airstrip. According to Google Maps, it’s just a strip of grass alongside a farm path, a few chicken sheds nearby as landmarks.There it is. Facilities? None whatsoever. A quick look at weather on the iPad has us landing to the southeast, and as we’re doing a pattern, I see Mister Russ’s pickup truck. They'd all be busy experimenting to see if a slice of Fly Agaric with an Archer's chaser really did what it was reputed to. They hadn't worked out that what a girl first looked for in a bloke was some level of consciousness.Even the trolls could be found enjoying, if that was the word, themselves. Let out from what ever dark corners they skulked in the rest of the year, they'd go on skulking together but in the corner of a bar. They'd be working their way disconsolately but efficiently through.