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young girl, who was a tad under four feet, and had thick, light purple hair, that if not up in pigtails, would probably hang well past her ass, was absolutely adorable. She had huge violet eyes, thick dark lashes, a pert little nose, and full pink lips. There was no doubt she’d make some gnome guy a fine, frisky, little bride someday.
    Where her mother’s breasts were saggy and baggy, Lavender’s certainly weren’t. They were high, round, and pert. Her waist was tiny, and her hips were lush. But the girl was more trouble tied up in a small bundle than one gnome ever had the right to be.
    Even at sixteen, Lavender Shortz knew exactly how to move, how to talk, how to tempt, and how to torment a man. Since her recent deflowering, more than a few males of every race, creed, and color had fallen prey to her charms.
    Talon had no intention of ever being counted amongst them.
    He backed away another step.
    Mia turned and glared as she stripped off her gown and stood in only her panties and bra. Her sheer lacy, bright red, low cut, thong and barely-there bra. “Well, go on, you heard Uncle Leeky. Take off your clothes. You don’t want to insult our host, do you?”
    Talon gulped at the sight of Mia all but nude, and his cock leapt to attention. He shook his head as heat crept up his neck and flooded his cheeks. “I—I can’t. I don’t wear, umm, anything, let alone panties, under my breeks.”
    Leeky cackled. “No panties, ya say? What the shaved bare ass of a backwards walking dwarf donut maker hoping ta get lucky with a big chested troll trombone player do ya mean ya don’t wear panties? Everyone who’s anyone wears panties.” He narrowed his eyes. “Are ya one of those free willy flying in the wind types, then? Letting it all hang out natural-like? Nut sacks slapping ya knees? Cock swinging back and worth? It’s all right if’n ya are, though. We don’t mind plain old-fashioned nakey as the day ya was born, either.”

Chapter Five
    Sweat slowly trickled down Talon’s back. There was no way in VoT he was going to strip naked among this bunch, but he also didn’t want to insult Leeky or upset Mia.
    From somewhere inside the apartment someone howled, as if they were dying. Pearl wiggled right out of his arms and took off in a flash.
    He had almost caught up to her when the door leading to Pierced’s room flew open and out stumbled the saddest sight Talon had seen in a long time. The young male gnome was in tears, not just slowly-dripping-down-his-cheeks tears, but big, fat, washing-black-Goth-eye-makeup-into–two-long-trails-on-both-sides-of-his-face-all-the-way-to-his-chin tears.
    The poor little guy wailed, as if he were dying, and his family didn’t even seem to notice. As a matter of fact, Leeky fiddled with his bright blue, chili-eating gloves, while Laycee and Lavender continued to chat with Mia, as if Pierced hadn’t entered the room at all.
    Talon couldn’t help himself. Even though he knew it was probably a mistake and even though he knew he’d probably regret asking, he still did. “You all right, Pierced? What’s wrong little buddy? Can I help?”
    Pierced wailed louder. “No one can help me. My life is over.”
    “Now, see what ya’ve done,” Leeky yelled above the commotion. “What the red blistering boils next ta the puckered hiney hole of a high elf harmonica player soaking his sore arse in a vat of virgin olive oil do ya think is wrong with the lad? Can’t ya tell, he’s suffering something awful from a broken heart? Two days back Steve and Baabette up and ran off together. And all they left behind was a note saying they couldn’t help themselves, they were eloping, cause ya can’t fight true love or a deep seated plastic fetish.”
    Leeky shook his head. “Laycee’s useless Tug McGroin blow-up doll and my sweet little Miss Bunny 2000 are both so upset they haven’t left their room since it happened. They can’t believe their beautiful, adopted, plastic sheep of a daughter,