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It’s a silly notion. I can’t ask The Maker for something so… so…
    Anyway, that sort of request is hardly ever granted. Only under special circumstances. There are forms to fill out in triplicate. Approvals are long and arduous. It’s a hassle—and a longshot. It’ll never happen.
    The woman gets out of the car, and Alex follows. I barely make it out before she swings the door shut. The house… yikes! This isn’t a house, it’s a palace! Who lives here? I wonder. Is this her house? Must be—she’s taking out a key to open the door.
    “James?” The woman’s voice trembles slightly as she glances around the foyer. The ceiling is high, an enormous chandelier hanging there. Alex flies up and perches on one of the arms, watching. It’s a good vantage point, I think, as I settle in to watch, too.
    “Karen!” Ah, here he is, the guy from the men’s room the other day—her lover, not her husband. “What are you doing here?”
    She’s crying, reaching for him, clinging to his shirt. He frowns over her head, patting her back as she sobs. “I left you a message… he’s taken everything… he’s going to divorce me…”
    “You play, you pay.” Alex sighs, swinging his legs and leaning forward.
    Not always , I think, frowning. Fate is often cruel and seems to make no sense at all. Even when we fairies get a bigger picture, it usually isn’t big enough. Someone always seems to be on the bottom, when someone else is on top, like some big wheel of fortune that just keeps spinning.
    Speaking of top and bottom, the woman kisses him, her hand rubbing between his legs. He says something, but I can’t hear him. I think he’s trying to tell her ‘no,’ but she isn’t listening. Instead, she sinks to the floor, unzipping his pants and taking out his cock. It’s only half the size it was the other day, I notice, but when she puts it into her mouth, it grows.
    She puts her hand up under her skirt, and I know she’s rubbing herself. It makes me remember watching the woman in the tub, and then being seen by her friend…
    Zeph .
    Why am I so fascinated by this part of being human? I wonder. Alex is as bored as ever, waiting for it to be over, but me, I’m on the edge of my seat, feeling warm and flushed as I watch them fumble their way over to the huge spiral staircase.
    “Karen, please… We—” The man can’t speak because she kisses him, pushing him back onto the stairs, kneeling between his legs again to take him into her mouth. The look on his face is pure bliss, and I can tell he’s given in. His hands work on her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt so he can unhook her bra and free her breasts.
    She moans around his cock as he fingers her nipples, sucking him faster, making wet, sloppy noises. The harder she sucks him, the more he kneads her flesh in his hands, and this makes her even more eager. It’s like some upward spiral and watching makes me dizzy.
    “Lick me,” she purrs, pulling her skirt up and putting a high heel on either side of him on the stairs.
    He’s rubbing her pussy through her panties and then he pulls them aside, burying his face between her legs. I feel a deep ache in my belly, low and throbbing, like I want something, but I don’t know what it is, and the image that keeps coming back to me is that man’s eyes, the way he looked at me. I got that same tingly kind of feeling then, too…
    She’s holding onto the railing, her head going back, her hips rocking as he works his tongue and fingers into her flesh. Her other hand is cupping her breast, tugging at her nipple, and she puts one of her legs up over his shoulder and I can’t even see his face anymore. But I can hear him, the soft noises of her wetness and his tongue.
    “Look at you,” Alex whispers, like they can hear us. “You want it so bad you’re trembling all over…”
    It’s true, but I refuse to look at him.
    Besides, I want to watch…
    She’s coming, her face caught in that twisted look, something