"Midget!" she exclaimed, laughing, then looked puzzled, looked at him again and laughed. "Midget!"
Darren sighed, knowing this could go on for awhile if he let it. The **** she'd been given gave her the memory of a goldfish to go with a body any mermaid would envy.
But it was her clam he was interested in.
Pulling her forward he ordered her, "Lie down."
"Why?" she asked, resisting as he turned her, then sat abruptly, looking puzzled as she found herself on an expensive king-sized bed with red silk sheets. "Ohhh, nice, you have money?" she asked with a greedy gleam in her eyes, the prospect of wealth momentarily cutting through the fog as her hands fondled the bed.
Darren gave her a sour look before turning to a wooden case.
"Lie back," he said. When she just stared blankly at him he went to her and pushed. He might have been a dwarf but he worked out. And in her current state a feather could have knocked her over anyway.
"Oh, a mirror," he heard her say as he opened the box. Sometimes he wished he had a gag for the girls, but that thought vanished from his mind as he observed his most treasured possession.
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