the pixie gave her a look of horror and crossed her arms in a huff. “Not Gertrude. How about Mabel?” This time the pixie stomped her feet and turned away. Abby touched her back delicately with her finger and the tiny creature faced her once more. “I’m sorry for teasing you, little one. Let me try again. Is it Sara? Melody? Madison? Vanessa?” The pixie shook her head at each name and Abigail blurted, “Tinkerbell?” The pixie rolled her eyes and made a gagging motion. Abigail giggled again. “It’s hopeless, little one. I’ll never figure it out.” The pixie stared thoughtfully at her for a moment and then held up her hand in a “watch me” gesture. Abigail watched as the pixie began to mime something out on her leg. Her tired mind, still clanging dully with thoughts of Val, had to watch it several times. The pixie repeated the motions patiently until the light bulb went on in Abby’s brain. “Flowers! You’re picking flowers!” The pixie nodded and clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down on Abby’s leg. “Is your name Flower?” Abigail asked. The pixie shook her head and made a try again motion. Abigail frowned. “You’re named after a flower?” She said slowly after a few minutes. The pixie nodded again and then stroked her long purple hair before pointing at the skin on her bare thigh. Abby frowned as she did it again and again. Her eyes widened. “Your name is Violet!” This time the pixie shot into the air and twirled with glee in front of Abigail. Her tiny body glowed brightly and a small smatter of glowing pixie dust sprinkled down from her and landed on Abby’s bare arm. The arm tingled pleasantly for a few seconds. Abby held out her finger. “I’m Abigail. It’s nice to meet you, Violet.” The pixie flew forward, grasped Abby’s finger in her small hand and shook it firmly. * * *
Abby sighed and sank into the soft grass. The white daisies nodded back and forth and she lifted her face to the warm sunshine. She looked dreamily at the clouds that dotted the sky like small puffs of smoke. She could feel her body relaxing and she closed her eyes. She was so tired. A shadow fell across her face and she frowned and opened her eyes. Val stood before her. He was naked and her eyes dropped to his erect cock; warmth flooded through her pelvis and belly and she moaned softly when he knelt in front of her and pushed her gently on to her back. “Open your legs, little dove.” He murmured. She stared into his eyes and let her legs part. He nestled his body into the cradle of her hips and at the first feel of his cock against her pussy, she arched upwards. She was as naked as he and she tried to remember when she had taken her clothes off. Had it been before or after she went to her safe place? She put her thighs around his waist and he smiled at her, his fangs flashing in the sunlight. As he sunk his cock deep inside of her, he lowered his mouth to her throat. She lifted her chin eagerly, gasping at the feel of his hardness throbbing inside of her. His mouth nuzzled her neck and her nipples turned to hard pebbles when his teeth touched against her skin. He opened his mouth and – Abigail gasped and tore herself out of her dream world. She sat up from her blankets on the floor, shuddering and shaking and moaning quietly. Val had found her safe place. He had found her safe place and she was going to go mad and – She was hyperventilating. Her head was buzzing and she felt faint. Quickly, she bent over and stuck her head between her legs, forcing herself to breathe deeply. Breathe. Breathe. Just breathe, Abigail. Just breathe. After about five minutes, she had calmed herself and she raised her head cautiously and looked around the small bedroom. The house was small and all of the women had crammed into the one room to sleep. She turned her head to the