"Kind of, it's hard to explain. Just know, she's very powerful so don't get on the wrong side of her!" She warned with a chuckle."So... What are you t...hen?" I investigated."I'm Buttercup." She answered."I got that, I mean if she's 'kind of' like a witch, what does that make you?" I puzzled further."I'm half girl, half fairy. My dad was a normal man, like you, but my mother was a fairy. All us bleach-blonde girls are half-breeds, and when we was born we was put into servitude for Mistress, she's. Puzzled, but obeying, wondering what the man he has grown to love almost as much as his mate, and who has, several times, joined them in their mating, allowing his bisexual tendency to be fully enjoyed, the poet wonders if Nick desires some alone time with him, something he never expects.Toweling dry, Nick tosses the poet the towel. "Get dressed," he commands, doing so himself.Once dressed, the two men follow the stream. A couple miles later, Nick stops the poet, pressing a finger to his lips. I felt embarrassed and humiliated by Tully’s pathetic display of one-upmanship. It also troubled me that my good relationship with Seb and Abel may now have been seriously compromised.For the rest of the day, I avoided the trio rather successfully.That evening as they exited Abel and Seb’s room and made their way to dinner, Seb stopped off in our room and invited me along.When I told him that I had a bit more work to do and would follow later, he smiled at me and said, “Don’t stress, Wes, Abel. I opened a bottle of fizz and put it into an ice bucket, set down next to the bath with a couple of glasses. Finally I put on some nice music and once the bath was ready Sarah got in and I poured the drinks. She downed the first glass in seconds and I then refilled it before getting in the bath myself and sat behind her. As she drank her second glass I started to massage her neck and shoulders with the hot soapy water and as Sarah finished her drink she set the empty glass on the side and leant.