Zero Point Energy - Energy From Vacuum - Amazon and Petite

Introduction

In this unique story, unique even for this site, a "mighty-mite" of a petite muscle women befriends a huge muscular amazon. The amazon becomes her protector and falls in love with the little gal. Later, they pull a slender fellow into their "circle". Together, this strange trio psychically derive and then actually build, a zero-point-energy device. The device provides almost unlimited electricity for home use, or electric vehicles, which is always available, and all for free.

These devices are said to be real, but are kept secreted away by government or corporations. UFOs are often mixed up with zero-point-energy devices for some reason. Sometime when you have a moment, take a look at Dr. Greer's Disclosure Project Site.

The amazon, petite and slender guy become involved with unique sexual situations as well. Explore fisting, thumbing, and see what it's like to have a lady-friend twice your strength! Here goes...

Zero Point Energy - Energy From Vacuum - Amazon and Petite

Celeste enjoyed running and jumping along the wilderness trails in the crisp temperatures provided by the cold front that just passed. Scattered thin strips of clouds glowed bright red-orange against a clear, deep blue sky. Venus and a crescent moon sparkled like jewels. It was September, and the first cool front of the fall season had come. This delightful weather inspired Celeste to go to the park for some free-wheeling, care-free fun.

Celeste's five-feet-two, compactly curvaceous and fit body is eager for any kind of physical activity. Despite being fully adult, Celeste just likes to play. She does not believe in the society's tendency to consider "play is only for children". She is not running for exercise, but for just good old playing around. She does this only when she feels like it. Celeste acquires more than enough exercise by cycling to work five days a week. The summer, with its hot oppressive weather, had finally given way to something nice, and Celeste intended to enjoy it.

Daringly dressed, as always when she comes to this park, in a skimpy thong bikini, Celeste felt free and perfectly comfortable despite rapidly falling temperatures. Her short, smooth and shiny hair, dark reddish brown with bangs, bounced delightfully as she ran or jumped over logs and rock outcroppings. Easy to manage, her hair somehow stayed pretty all through that activity.

Celeste often runs or hikes through the extensive trails of this park which is adjacent to the apartments in which she lives. Fortunately for her bikini-wearing habit, the apartment and surrounding area were populated mostly by college-aged and/or, one might describe as, college-"types", of folks that included Professors, staff and others that seem to spend their whole lives around universities. These people were free enough from religious dogma to not have a problem with Celeste's... shall we say, play-clothes. Otherwise, in this middle-America location, which, by the way, is over 1000 miles from the nearest ocean-beach, she might have trouble from religious types.

But with the freedom the college-crowd provides, comes the problems. Celeste gets her share of hooting and other nonsense from men, since indeed, as pointed out, there are a lot of college-aged men around. But Celeste finds it possible to avoid most of that kind of thing by penetrating deep into the remote reaches of the large park, and preferably, in the middle of the day, and totally avoiding weekends and holidays. She mostly has to put up with the hooting and loud-mouthed remarks as she begins or concludes any activity in the park, which of course, necessitates passing through, first, the apartment grounds, then, the often crowded entrance area of the park. Once into the winding dirt trails and the solitude found amongst virgin-forest trees and dense undergrowth, the vast majority of "pigs", jerks and "big-apes" are left behind.

But suddenly, the dark reason for not going to the park this late, and while skimpily dressed, made its ugly appearance!
He, or some might say, it, crashed out of the bushes without pants and with erection waving in the air. "I'm gonna fuck your cunt until it bleeds!" he huffed.

Thanks to Celeste's leg weight lifting exercises, she stopped on the dime just enough to avoid his grab. His large ape-hand, open for a grab, missed Celeste's arm by half an inch. It made a swoosh-sound as his arm swung, missing its target and even, causing him to almost lose balance. Celeste's powerfully muscled legs enabled an amazing back flip which put her out of reach of this ape. Landing on her feet, she then literally shot away like a bullet. Though the jerk was pretty fit himself, and a bit large at six-feet-two, he just could not catch this speedy gal.

He gave hard chase though. Celeste zigzagged among trees and rocks like an escaping rabbit. She leapt over bushes and rock formations. Once she leapt up a five-foot cliff. Surely he did not expect all of this! He nearly slipped a number of times. He continued the pursuit though he was dropping behind.

The thing that finally dropped him was the six-foot chain-link fence. The fencing enclosed the entire rear and sides of the park. The back-lot of a store or business was on the other side. Celeste had reached a very remote area at the rear portions of the park. With a powerful leap, Celeste literally flew over the fence by grabbing the top pole of it with her hands and somersaulting over. She was up and over the fence in seconds. She landed sure-footedly on the other side of the fence, her short, smooth hair flying. After the landing, her easy to manage hair straightened out, almost on its own.

Now on the store's grounds and at the rear of it among tall weeds and bushes, she darted toward the store's front. The ape-man gave up, exhausted and hanging on to the fence, huffing, "Forget it! I want a girl, not a jack-rabbit!"

Celeste slowed to a walk as she found herself suddenly in a downtownish area of her town. Way on the other side of the park from her apartments, this was an area of stores and restaurants, and generally, of "night life".

Celeste was out of place here and felt embarrassed. Also, Celeste felt uneasy about this area. Lots of questionable looking men were about. Many folks, men and women, looked her up and down. Celeste relished activities in that bikini, but here, with temperatures falling and most people fully dressed, Celeste drew attention. Imagine the sight: It is evening, temperature in the low sixties and in the down town. In the midst of well dressed people, you spot a bikini clad, well built woman walking. Muscles in her thighs ripple sensuously with each step she takes. She possibly appears confused or lost.

"Aren't you cold?" a woman asked contemptuously, perhaps jealous of Celeste's tightly curvaceous, very fit and even, muscled body... which at the moment she seemed to be showing off. Though short, her powerful figure made her look bigger. And due to exercise, Celeste did not feel the cold at all. She felt perfectly comfortable.

Celeste was about to cheerfully answer "no" when the woman who asked the question turned away in a haughty manner.
"Aw, crap on this!" Celeste mumbled to herself, "I don't care what they think, I'm outa here!"

Celeste knew where she was and was familiar with the area. She knew the way back home... just that, well, she did not wish to reenter the park, and the way home would now have to be, the streets, sidewalks and bicycle trails. These would be all highly public, and there she was, a few square inches from naked, in a thong bikini!

Celeste broke into a fairly fast run. Now she really drew attention. But she was past and gone so quick, the attention soon lost its subject.

Groups of punkish young men hooted and carried on when they saw her, but she was gone as soon as she appeared. Though threatening and loud, the "questionable" men in this area were, in fact, basically harmless. At least they certainly were not prepared to chase after a speedy "jack rabbit"!

Celeste's powerful legs effortlessly carried her speedily down streets, alleys, over hills, and over lower walls and fences for the purposes of taking short cuts. Cars in the streets had to stop often due to so many stop lights, so that slowed them down. But still it was amazing to see Celeste run as fast as the cars. And, if on the bicycle trails, she was faster than most on their bicycles!

Celeste swerved around the back-streets and alleys this way and that, and was perhaps, soon to get out of the downtown. But something caught her eye. The quadriceps of her thighs rippled hard as she screeched to a stop.

There, on the other side of the street and across an intersection, was a rickshaw... and it was pulled by a woman!
Celeste turned and walked slowly to get a clearer view of this sight. People in the streets were staring at Celeste, while Celeste stared at the rickshaw.

The woman pulling the rickshaw appeared tall, big and athletic. She wore denim short-shorts and a white tank top. The top was half-length exposing the woman's prominent "six-pack" (the rows of abdominal muscles visible on a fit person). The short-shorts displayed huge, rippling thighs. She wore heavy boot-like shoes and pulled the rickshaw effortlessly even though it was loaded with two fair sized men in suits. The muscles in her arms showed clearly as they grasped and pulled at the handles of the rickshaw. She looked bigger, and possibly stronger, than the two male passengers.

But alas, Celeste was getting hooted at again, reminding her of her awkward situation. Celeste abandoned her gaze at the "amazon" rickshaw puller. She continued her run home.

Celeste actually wound around back to the park, but by now, it was far removed from the area where she finally dropped the ape. Celeste dearly wanted to get away from the public. She scaled the six-foot fence by a powerful leap and somersaulting over as before. Landing firmly and sure, she finally found herself back in her element of thick bushes and trees. She found a trail and ran full speed. No one could catch her now!

Without further incident and in short time, Celeste passed through the crowded front of the park, on out, down the streets a bit and to her apartment. Avoiding the elevator, as always, she bound up five stories of stairs without effort and down the hall to her room. She unwound the tie-wraps from the string of her bikini bottom that held her key. At last Celeste was home. In her apartment, she stripped the two teensy bits of clothing and, naked, flopped on her bed, on her back with legs spread, to have a nice, long, relaxing meditative think.

Actually, Celeste ended up falling asleep. She woke with a start realizing its late. She prepared for her night time job.

Without a doubt, Celeste made a search for the "rickshaw woman". Something about that sight intrigued her. Usually, Celeste sleeps from three in the afternoon to about nine then wakes up for a job that goes from midnight to eight in the morning. But this time, she went to sleep at one in the afternoon, so she could awake at about six in the evening, go to the downtown and find the "rickshaw woman".

Naturally, under these planned conditions, Celeste did not wear her bikini. In fact, despite using a bicycle, she dressed a bit warm, because she planned to spend a while looking for her, and the temperature would be dropping fast. Securely locking her bicycle, Celeste then pretended to shop.

It took a while... It was one of those situations where, you look here, the subject you are looking for is there; you look there, the subject is here... and on and on.
But after a while, finally, YES! Spotted her!

Celeste had to cross the street and wind around to get to another street to catch up to the rickshaw that had turned up a narrow street. The passengers were a typical out-on-the-night couple; a well dressed man and lady. Despite the chill, the rickshaw pulling woman wore the short-shorts and half-length tank top. Her huge thighs rippled with each step. And she moved fast! And it was up hill at that! Celeste was surprised at how fast that rickshaw got up the street before she could catch up.

Celeste drew some attention due to her running, but nothing like last night. She was dressed in a very short mini-skirt, almost qualifiable as "micro", with warm hose on her well built, curvaceous legs. Top was a leather jacket, and she wore a French looking beret. All was black except for her hose which was dark brown mesh. Shoes were shiny black and not high-heel... to facilitate running, just as she had anticipated. She had no make-up.
But Celeste's legs are so strong, that whenever she breaks into a run, she is always amazingly fast. She literally had to hold on to that beret. That plus her five-feet-two height made her look like a streak zipping by. So that tended to draw attention, mostly in the form of "what was that!?". The rickshaw was headed up hill and still making good time. Little Celeste could have become airborne had she continued at that speed all the way to the hill's crest. But as she approached the rear of the rickshaw, she slowed and kept her distance.

Now Celeste could begin to size up just how absolutely huge this woman was. First of all, despite going only at a walking pace and pulling a load up hill at that, Celeste had to break into a jog regularly in order to keep up. There was no keeping up with the rickshaw if Celeste only walked. Celeste did quick arithmetic in her head... The man, maybe 180 pounds, possibly 190, the woman, 120, the empty rickshaw, maybe thirty to forty pounds. Total, at least 330 pounds!

Celeste carefully followed a little closer. The rickshaw woman walked like she was on an easy, quick-paced stroll. She seemed to not feel the load at all! She towered way over the rickshaw and passengers. As Celeste drew closer, she began to see more clearly, this woman was big!

The rickshaw slowed and climbed upon the sidewalk via a drive-way-dip. It stopped at a small Italian restaurant. Celeste thought, "Now's my chance!" She quickened her pace to get up to the rickshaw. The passengers paid the big amazon (they better) and, seemingly delighted with the service, turned to go in the restaurant.

The rickshaw was empty! Now! "YO!" Celeste called out in her high little voice. But apparently, it was not heard. Another couple approached and boarded the rickshaw and it was off again! The rickshaw turned around and headed Celeste's way. Celeste ducked into an alley until it passed. Celeste thought to herself, "Hmm. Apparently, that big lady has a thriving little business here. Well, it's just a matter of getting my chance. I follow them all night if I have to!"

And that is just about what little Celeste had to do. Chance after chance slipped by. Celeste then realized it was getting late and would have to go to her job. Then Celeste's mind almost got jolted out by a hum-dinger of an idea! "My job is in this area... well, near here, a bit out of the downtown, but... maybe... She's so big and strong..."

Celeste followed harder this time, not caring if she would be noticed. It was getting late anyway, and being a week-night, the streets were beginning to clear. As soon as the rickshaw stopped and two suited gentlemen got out and paid, Celeste bolted up, nearly startling even that giant amazon...

"Whoa there!" the rickshaw woman exclaimed, "Wow, you gave me a start!"
"I'm sorry!" Celeste replied sweetly, "I wanted to get a ride before someone else got here..."
"Aw, that's okay!" the amazon boomed in a hefty, strong yet melodic and soothing voice, "I would have given you priority anyway. So little! What are you doing out here alone!?"
"Uh, uh... Shopping!"
"Where's your bags?"
"What bags... oh! Um, uh..." Celeste had to think of a lie fast, "I was shopping for a, um, large item. It took a while to decide. I had it delivered. And now, I'm sort of late for work... well, not late yet, but I gotta get going."
"Are you sure a rickshaw is appropriate? Rickshaw rides are mostly for leisure, for folks who have time on their hands. If you need to go somewhere fast, you best take a taxi or bus. I can ride you to where there are more taxis..."
"Maybe you can take me there yourself. It's not far. I am not that late. Do you know where radio station KNIO is? It's an all-night FM jazz station."
"You're a Dee jay? Wow! But, I listen to that station too, I love jazz, anyway, the announcer is a male's voice, I didn't know..."
"I'm not a dee jay, I'm a broadcast technologist. I ride shotgun on the levels, the controls, make sure the SWR to the antenna is correct and, and, all sorts of stuff..."
"A lady technical person! Cool!" the rickshaw woman exclaimed, "Yes, I can take you there. Now it's a bit of a ride and..."
"Oh! I'll pay you plenty for it! Don't worry! I'll pay you for returning empty as well."
"Hah hah hah!" the amazon guffawed, "You're so delightful. Huh, returning empty... If I was a trucker running a big rig, that would be called 'dead heading'! But anyway, what I meant is, what time do you need to get there?"
"Midnight... well, best make it about fifteen minutes before midnight, they like to overlap techs, you know. FCC rules are that a licensed technician be there always."
"Wow!" the rickshaw lady exclaimed her amazement at this pint-sized broadcast technologist again, "Okay, yeah! I can get you there in that time! So come on! Get in!"

Tiny Celeste hopped into the rickshaw. It hardly shook as she seated herself.
"You have got to be my tiniest, lightest passenger yet, tonight! You're so cute!"
"Thank you", Celeste, in shy manner, said in a sweet voice. Celeste felt warmed by the amazon's attention and complement.

Finally, there Celeste was, admiring up close, this amazing woman! That rickshaw took off, and immediately was up to a speed Celeste would have to jog to maintain. The long, muscular legs of the rickshaw woman covered much ground with each stride. Her short-shorts were so skimpy, and tattered as well, parts of the amazon's butt could be seen. It was a symphony of muscles rippling. Her back, most of it exposed by the skimpy, half-length tank-top, was a rugged landscape of muscle. Huge muscles in her arms hung tense as the amazon's hands grasped and pulled the rickshaw's handles.

Quickly, faster than Celeste expected, the rickshaw covered ground and was leaving the dense downtown area. Following a bicycle path, buildings became more spread out. There were wooded areas and less street lighting. Parts of the bicycle trail were quite dark.

Celeste tended to be shy, so fortunately, for Celeste who seemed desperate to know this big lady, the amazon rickshaw puller was, in this instance anyway, the out going one...

"So, a broadcast technologist for KNIO!" the puller lady began, and, by the way, not at all breathless from the exertion. She spoke as easily and comfortably as someone sitting on a sofa. She continued, "I sleep by that station. I love the... the... "quiet" type of jazz they play through the night. It helps me sleep. And they play nice classic sounding stuff too, no schlock."
Celeste giggled a bit and replied, "No schlock... Well, that's right! We play the best!"
"And so", the fascinated rickshaw puller continued, "It is you that keeps that station going, precisely that time of night, huh?"
"What time do you listen?"
"Generally, I get home... if I do rickshaw pulling, I get home about eleven to eleven-thirty. First thing I do is turn on the radio to listen. It's always on that station. Then, like I say, I leave the radio on and sort of, sleep by it. I wake up something like seven-thirty to get ready for work... my regular work that is, and I listen to it there. Then my bicycle has a bicycle radio that's also tuned to it. Only at work, I don't listen; too noisy. Then I listen to it in the evening after getting home. If I don't go rickshawing, I listen to it through the evening."
"Wow", Celeste giggled, "a KNIO jazz junkie! Well, it is the period from midnight, that is, twelve, to eight in the morning that I'm there."
"Huh! What do you do if the station goes off the air because of a technical problem? Can you actually get into the electronics and stuff?"
"I can, but they don't want me to", Celeste answered, "I did it anyway though, a couple times. One time, a driver amp was going out intermittently, so I subbed another one. Its audio was lousy though, so I opened up the good one and examined it for the problem. It was just a manufacturing short-coming; I resoldered a couple spots on the circuit board and the intermittence went away. Then I put that amplifier back on line, even though it meant maybe thirty seconds of dead air. Another time, I replaced a tube and did alignments on the air. That one was serious because it took the whole station down, even the carrier. The FCC doesn't appreciate making alignments on air, but hey, it doesn't bother anybody, not at two a.m. anyway. In both cases I was fussed at later by the Chief Engineer and the suits. The Dee jay, the guy whose voice you hear, defended me saying that I kept the station on the air for Pete's sake and saved quite a bit of advertising revenue."
"Why would they fuss at you for doing your job for goodness sake!?" the amazon asked, incredulous.
"The job-world sucks!" was Celeste's simple, pithy answer.
"Oh man!!! You got that right!!!" the puller heartily agreed.
Celeste continued, "They're just too worried I'll do something the FCC doesn't like. They want me to call the Chief Engineer. But the fat pig won't answer the phone! I have the First Class Broadcast License after all, and am experienced with electronics. I know what I'm doing!"
"Ah, but you're a woman, thus, in their minds, you do not know what you're doing!"
"Oh, to hell with them! Stupid men. They suck, and the job world sucks. It might be the job world sucks mostly because men run it. Although, in my estimation, the job world does a pretty fair job of sucking even without men."
"Whoa! A big bunch of criticisms from a little lady!" the rickshaw puller commented, "Like, protest! Start a revolution! Anyway, in my opinion, in defense of men perhaps, I think it's the job world. It does somethin' to ya. I had a lady dispatcher when I was a trucker. Biggest bastardized bitch I've ever seen!"
"You were a trucker!?" Celeste asked, amazed.
"For about five years, you know, over the road, all night, days and days and maybe weeks on end away from home. Later, I kind of gravitated or segued into fixing them... I am now a diesel mechanic near the interstate..."
"A diesel mechanic! Wow!" Celeste interrupted.
"It's a trade off. At times trucking is really nice. The long, contemplative runs on the interstate, the quietude of rest-stops at night, seeing the country roll by, day or night, seeing the seasons roll by... Other times it sucks to high heavens! Getting lost in a jumbled up city in a sixty or more feet long rig that weighs forty tons, that's no fun. And shit head dispatchers don't make it any better! You can't exercise and stay in shape. And long periods from home and lack of any regularity in your life can cause health problems. Servicing diesels means stability, steady, even hours; maybe, too even; in usual suck-ass job world fashion, two minutes late and you get yelled at. Dam! I don't know why in hell's unholy name they are such hard-asses about the gad-dam clock! Shit! What the hell difference does one, two, even five minutes, make? Nothing! I can tag it on at the end of the day. I don't know what happens to people when they get absorbed into the job world too much. It's almost like an evil entity, with a mind of its own. Anyone who gets too close to its thinking process, like any manager, boss-type, CEO or whatever, soon gets their minds taken over by the beast!"
"It does seem that way, doesn't it?" Celeste rhetorically asked, in agreement. Celeste continued her tirade against the world of jobs, "The job world is like a soul-reaver! Each person in the job world, if they let themselves, becomes a sort of agent for an evil monolith, sort of like Razial, in the video game, just... not as dramatic or obvious. That Chief Engineer that yelled at me, twice, for keeping the station on the air, he's an example! His mind has already been absorbed and is now, an agent. His soul has been reaved into the monolith. It's just like you said, let yourself get too close, and your mind gets absorbed and becomes a part of it. Then one does its bidding. All logical or reasonable thinking goes out the window!"
"My goodness! That description was eloquent!" the amazon commented about Celeste's graphic depiction. The amazon continued, "I try and keep my distance. I don't want that shit gettin' in me! I don't even like commuting. But I have to. I use a bicycle and take all kinds of trails and stuff to the interstate. Somehow, even that helps keep you distanced from... well, that monolith you just described. I'm not quite sure why... but somehow, it does."

Celeste was not done with her low-down on the "job world". To the amazon's comment, she responded, "The automobile commute and resulting traffic is the loathsome child of the job world. It further ruins the minds of the victims and, perhaps, makes them more susceptible to absorption. Not to mention, it ruins the health."
"That's for sure!" the rickshaw lady agreed, "Commuting generates enough stress to kill a horse! I always try to use the bicycle. It's not always possible. Some towns are terrible. Not here, though. This town's good for bicycling. That's one, somewhat big reason, I settled here. And I swear, using the bicycle has improved my mental health, not to mention my body!"
"Yes indeed!" Celeste agreed, then asked, "So, you ride a bicycle to your job as a diesel mechanic?"
"Yeah", the puller lady laughed, "It's kind of funny. I ride the smallest type of vehicle on the road to go to a job where I work on the absolute biggest type of vehicle on the road."
"I ride a bicycle too, normally. But tonight... uh... I was shopping and... forgot the time."
"You ride a bicycle down this street at night?" the amazon asked, surprised, "Or, is it some other route?"
"Yes, I use this street. I live in an apartment next to the university and next to the big park. I wind around, go through the downtown then take this street."
"But you're so tiny and precious! Isn't that dangerous?"
"I don't have a car, and I don't like busses or taxis. I dress in guy's clothes, ride fast and carry a 500,000 volt stun baton. Any man that even looks at me funny gets zapped!"
"Sounds like you don't like men too much. A 500,000 volt stun gun! Wow, where did you get that?"
"From a site on the Internet. Also, it's a baton, not one of those tiny guns. It's bigger, has a long reach, and has additional electrodes on the end of it, so if a pig or big ape tries to grab it from you, they still get zapped. So far though, I have not had to use it. Looks like my, uh, disguise, and my speed does the trick. Going home is very pleasant. At that time, it's eight in the morning, the sun is out, it's cool, and the people are busy at work and stuff, so there's no nonsense. I don't wear my disguise for going home. Seems like that time of day, all the shit-head types crawl back under their rotting logs!"
"Hah hah hah!" the amazon guffawed, "Lord o' mercy! You're full of criticism for society, particularly, men. Good heavens, a 500,000 volt stun gun, er, baton. That would be good against dogs, too. I didn't know they made them that big."
"Yeah," Celeste continued, "So far, so good. I have not had to use it. I go fast and, I don't even use this bicycle path. They're too twisty and turny and come up to intersections suddenly and hidden. At night, there are hardly any cars, so I just use the street. I have a speedometer. Usually, at this point here, it's around twenty five to thirty miles per hour. I just sprint the distance from downtown to the station. We're almost there now. It's way up at the top of this hill."
"Twenty five to thirty miles per hour? Up this hill? Wow, you're a strong little... Pixie, aren't you!? And you're so cute! Can I call you Pixie?"
"Well, my actual name is Celeste Goldstein, but, if you want, call me Pixie."
"Celeste, huh. That's nice too. Okay, if you don't like it, I'll refrain from Pixie; I'll call you Celeste."
Celeste changed her mind. She felt so attracted to this amazon, she would accommodate her in any way... "On second thought, go ahead and call me Pixie. Maybe that's cute..."
"Maybe?" the amazon repeated, "that is undoubtedly cute! And it fits ya!"
"Okay", Celeste, now Pixie, sweetly agreed, "Call me Pixie. What's your name?"
"Unlike you, perhaps, I prefer to be called by my more... snazzy name. My real name is Pam Hubbard. Isn't that lifeless and boring? Anyway, I like to be called 'White Dragoness', or just, 'Dragoness'. A boy friend some time ago called me that and I liked it."
"I like it too", Celeste said sweetly, "Okay then, Dragoness!"

Celeste felt safe with this amazon, Pam, or, Dragoness, despite the late hour and darkness. At this slow speed, they were "down at" "street-event" level so to speak, perhaps making them susceptible to assault.

But it was like being with a man, and a big one at that! And, there was not the uneasiness Celeste surely would have felt had this rickshaw puller been an equal-sized, or even less-sized, male. Dragoness was way bigger even than most men! Celeste estimated her to be over six and a half feet tall, and possibly 250 pounds or more.

In fact, even then, a little incident occurred... As they moved along, by chance they encountered and approached three guys that had nothing better to do. They were "hangin'". Those types are always difficult to understand for some reason, but out shot remarks something to the effect of, the big girl should strip the clothes off and sexually molest the smaller, and other sexually insulting and hooting-like remarks of a sexual nature. Well...
"Shit-up, mother-fuckers!" Dragoness roared as she drew out from somewhere, a classic, medieval mace and shook it threateningly, "I'll smash your fuckin' heads open and spill the shit inside!"...
Well, they scattered! With huge bulging muscles driving that spike-riddled steel ball, those guys knew they were up against something they just better not mess with!

"Wow" Celeste muttered in a soft voice that the amazon did not hear. Dragoness grumbled loudly, "I hate those kinds of mother-fuckers! Gad-dam them to hell anyway! Shit!"

"Where'd you get that, anyway?" Celeste asked in a high soft voice that the amazon almost did not hear again."
"Huh? What was that, sweety?", the amazon asked, now in a voice and tone much altered from just before. Her tone was nurturing, loving...
Celeste felt warmed by the tone, and she relished hearing the amazon use the term, "sweety", on her. She liked it better than "Pixie" which was too much of a reminder of Celeste's short stature. But Celeste would gladly accept "Pixie" in deference to her new found favorite friend, Dragoness.

Celeste repeated, "I was just wondering, where on Earth did you get that?"
"Oh, this?" the amazon held up the fearsome mace, "I bought it through a web site that sells medieval stuff. It's a real mace, solid iron, modeled after the ones of old. It really can break heads open!"
"Wow!" replied an amazed Celeste, "Have you ever really used it on someone?"
"On a rotweiller once, you know, that breed of monster dog. It attacked me! What was I to do!? I was in Florida at the time, which explains part of it. Dog attacks are part of life in Florida and other parts of the south, it seems."
Dragoness held up the mace and concluded, "Humans scatter when they see this. I have never used it on a human, but I would! If they mess with me!"
"Ooo! Man!" Celeste commented, amazed, "What happen to the rotweiller?"
"All I know is... I was on a bicycle at the time... all I know is, it dropped to the ground and I got out fast. Southern men have a mental disease where they seem to think dogs are sacred. Almost like the brahma bull in some provinces in India. I'm glad I don't live there any more! You have to beware of them. You hurt a southern man's dog and it's like hurting their first-born son or something. Holy shit! I'm scared of them, frankly. They'll shoot ya over crap like that! The south's not so nice for bicycles anyway."

"Good heavens!" Celeste commented.
Celeste felt it would be nice to be so big. Celeste liked being a woman very much, but sometimes, always having to be cautious gets to be a drag. But this big amazon; "to be a woman and big and strong, that must be something!", Celeste thought.

Celeste had not noticed a medieval mace on the rickshaw before. She wondered, and asked her accommodating amazon puller, "Where did you have that hidden? You know, on this... rickshaw?"
"Oh," Dragoness replied, "Here... I keep it here, underneath the decoration"...

Each handle of the rickshaw had naugahyde panels hanging from them which had decorations embroidered on them. There were also decorative tassels. The mace hung from clips underneath the decorations. On the other handlebar, by the way, was a clip-on water-bottle, the ones bicyclists use.

"You get a lot of business with this rickshaw?" Celeste asked, now wondering about this operation in general.
"Yeah, apparently!" Dragoness replied, expressing some surprise herself.
She explained thus: "It started out with just me messin' around with it. I gave my friends rides and stuff. Then, people I don't know started coming up wanting rides. Many of them were men. But a lot of couples too. So, I'd take them, what the hey, I was just messin' around anyway, killin' time. Then, after taking them somewhere, they'd pay me! Like a tip, I suppose. Well, I am not one to turn down money! It dawned on me, they thought I was running a business... which I wasn't. Well then, I just started coming here every evening when I felt like it. Shucks, if folks wanna pay me for this, I'll accommodate them! Then one day, apparently I gave a ride to some sort of city official. You never know who you're ridin'. They were just another two guys in suits. Anyway, one of them asked, do you have a license for this? Huh? A license? I'm just messin' around! Well anyway, as it turned out, I did need some sort of license. But, apparently, he liked riding my rickshaw so much, saw that it was perfectly harmless, and maybe even helped, slightly, evening business in the downtown, he must have pulled this and that string in city government and got me a special-case license. And so, here I am! Wow, long spiel!"

Celeste was fascinated. She had one more question: "Where on Earth did you find and buy a rickshaw, of all things?"
"From a web site", the amazon answered.
"You get all kinds of unusual stuff from web sites!" Celeste commented, giggling.
"Yep! If you use search engines, you can just about find and buy anything on the Internet! Like your 500,000 volt stun baton", Dragoness agreed. "I'd change the credit card number often, though... just a good idea."
"Yeah, I see what you mean!" Celeste agreed.

At this point, the big amazon puller was pulling up hill as she had been for a while, by that time. It was a long up hill that leads to the radio station, and they were almost there. All FM radio stations like to be as high as possible so their signal will propagate far. This was a small station and they lacked funds for a real high tower. So they went for location; any high hill-top.

In good time, twenty five minutes before twelve, they arrived. White Dragoness pulled the rickshaw across the street in a left-turn to the radio station. Little Celeste stepped off the rickshaw and nearly fell since she did not quite get the distance of that step. Pam, or Dragoness that is, caught her... and drew her a bit close, saying, "Be careful there, little Pixie"... and she said it in a very loving tone.

Celeste hung on to Pam's big, strong arm of womanly smooth skin and, did not mind at all being pulled near the great bosom of that big amazon. Celeste's face was just level with the well built breasts of Dragoness. Celeste noted big nipples poking out the thin material of the worn tank-top. Up so close, Celeste felt warmth coming off Pam's scantily dressed body and felt a nurturing energy. Celeste did not want to leave.

Celeste turned and looked up to Dragoness. Dragoness gazed lovingly at Celeste. Pam's short blond hair looked soft and silky, and generally, her face... definitely "emitted" love.
"Gosh, such big eyes", Dragoness said real softly, "so blue, I can see that even in this low light."

Celeste's little hands lightly caressed Dragoness's lean, firm tummy and its rows of prominent abdominals. After that, Celeste's hands explored and felt over her waist. Celeste's roving hands finally came to rest on the edge of the beltless short-shorts Dragoness was wearing.

Dragoness noticed this and asked, in a teasing yet soft tone, "Are you feeling me up, little Pixie?"
Celeste did not answer, just, she looked into Dragoness's face with her little chin pressed into Dragoness's tank-top and sweetly pleaded, "Can... can you come and... pick me up tomorrow? At eight?"
"I have to be at..." Dragoness began softly, then replied, even more softly while drawing Celeste still closer, "I'll be here, sweety... little Pixie!"
"Thank you" Celeste squeaked, in a quivering, high soft voice, barely audible.

It took a tremendous effort of will-power for Celeste to leave Dragoness's bosom. It was so warm "in there", and now, Celeste felt chilly. Celeste could not stop admiring Dragoness, and, as it appeared, Dragoness would not stop that loving gaze for Celeste.

"Well..." Dragoness said slowly, seemingly stalling for time, "I'll... see ya... I'm gonna be listening to KNIO for sure, tonight!"
"Okay", Celeste replied, so softly, like a whisper.

Finally, at last, Dragoness pulled away with her empty rickshaw. Celeste watched for a while. Dragoness turned several times to look back at Celeste.

Finally, Celeste entered the radio station. The Dee jay, his lady-friend who was often there, another tech, non-licensed, that helped in the actual studio and another lady who kept up with records, filed and found musical selections and other this and that duties, were the only ones there other than the licensed technician whose shift was soon to end. The dee jay was a five-feet-seven, heavy-set fellow with a full beard. He looked like someone connected with jazz.
They were all surprised at Celeste's different clothes. Dee jay's lady friend and the other lady complemented her and the guys ooed and ahhed in a friendly way. The Dee jay's lady friend, who was always on top of the current fashion, expressed, "That's very nice, Celeste! Reasonable and fashionable! A great change from your usual near naked micro-skirt and skimpy tank-top. And I love the hat! And the jacket! My!"

Now, in case you readers noticed that the crew did not say anything about the fact that Celeste did not have her "male clothing", realize, of course, that the routine is, Celeste removes the men's clothing as soon as she arrives, in the manner of most people removing a coat. Sometimes she does it outside before even coming in. The radio station's crew knew that it was merely, a disguise.
Any complements or thoughts of the way Celeste dressed concerned her clothing, or lack of, that she chose to wear for work, around the station, and, additionally, Celeste's usual bicycle commute home (which is done eight in the morning so Celeste does not don the "disguise).

Celeste realized her customary attire was extreme and not necessarily fashionable. But she loved, even craved, wearing skimpy clothes. She relished the freedom of it, and the titillating feeling.
Around the radio station, the profound mystery was, does Celeste wear undies under that daring micro-skirt? Only Celeste knew!
Anyway, the crew all liked Celeste's selection of clothes for tonight and advised she should wear that type or similar from now on.

The departing licensed technician turned transmitter, modulator, drivers and logs over to Celeste and left for home. Celeste was at the controls. She could only imagine her new found... admittedly, beloved friend listening, possibly in bed falling asleep, to the soothing sounds of night time jazz...

Through the first four hours of the night, the radio station's crew noticed Celeste was "occupied"... in thoughts. "What's a matter, darling?" was the inquiry of that most out-going of the bunch, the Dee jay's lady friend.
"A... new friend..." Celeste shyly and softly said.
"Oh, say no more, I know what that's about! And that explains the change in clothes!" she commented.
She probably assumed it was a man, and Celeste knew it...

Which got her to thinking, "Hmm, I'm acting like... perhaps, a lesbian... but gees..."
Pam, or, Dragoness, was big, strong and protecting, like a man, and a big one at that. But she was nonthreatening, softer, nurturing, gentler and, quite frankly, looked and smelled better than any man.
"Whatever!" Celeste mumbled to herself, "With the innumerable things wrong with this fucked up society, they haven't the right to criticize me! I love Dragoness, and that's final!"
Well, that took care of that!

The dee jay works four hours. At four in the morning, another dee jay, a tall slender one with a goatee, who also looks like he belongs in jazz, comes to spin the platters. So, the earlier dee jay goes as does his lady friend, and the secretary that finds and files music. The dee jay of the wee hours is not really a full fledged dee jay, rather, a trainee. He mostly sets up preprogrammed runs of music with little or no announcing. So, from four on to about seven-thirty, it's just Celeste and one dee jay.

At around seven-thirty, a whole bunch of people come in; the morning crew, which is a livelier bunch on the air. The licensed tech that will take over Celeste's shift comes in, drinks his usual coffee, and stands by.

Eight-o-clock and Celeste is officially off duty. After good-byes to the crew, she exits along with the goateed dee jay of the wee hours.

It is at this point usually, a micro-skirted Celeste would stow her "male clothing disguise" into her bicycle's carriers, mount that bicycle seat and take off, usually at very high speed. In downtown, Celeste usually rides amongst the traffic. Stopped often by stop lights, Celeste's powerful legs enables her to keep up with the autos, since it is like a series of sprints.

But today, she is without her bicycle, and waiting for, yes, Dragoness!

She is not there, yet, but waiting for someone one cares about so much can seem like a long while. Celeste strolled around the radio station. She debated with herself whether or not to slowly walk in the direction of home, or should she stay at the radio station. If she moves along, Dragoness may not find her. Being chilly, Celeste day-dreamed about being in Dragoness's warm, nurturing bosom. In the meantime, Celeste was glad to be wearing the leather jacket and beret, it helped a bit with the warmth.

Also, by the way, Celeste thought about her bicycle... remember, she left it locked up to a post in the downtown. She wondered if it was all right.
Then, elation surged through Celeste when she spotted the unmistakable form of White Dragoness pulling her rickshaw... and, it had people in it! A couple of ladies in business or office attire.

Celeste had planned to run up to White Dragoness and her rickshaw, but with the passengers, Celeste decided she better wait.

From the other side of the street, Dragoness waved at Celeste. Celeste waved back, relieved. Celeste figured she would possibly have to wait for Dragoness to drop off her passengers.

Indeed, Dragoness and rickshaw headed up the street quite a bit. Celeste followed on the side walk on her side of the street. The ladies finally disembarked and went in to what appeared to be, a lawyer's firm.

Negotiating traffic, White Dragoness crossed the street to a delighted Celeste, who resisted greatly, the temptation to jump up and down like an excited little girl whose just seen Santa Clause.

"Hi, ya little Pixie!" Dragoness heartily greeted a delighted Celeste as Dragoness came up to her.
Celeste immediately "entered" and leaned into the ample bosom of Dragoness. Looking up, Celeste gazed into Dragoness's face and almost could not speak. In the day light, Celeste noted Dragoness's eyes were a deep green, perhaps, sea-green. Finally, Celeste uttered, "Hi"... that's it!

"You little 'cute-soid'!" Dragoness said, coining yet another name for Celeste. "Up you go!" Dragoness said as she literally lifted Celeste into the rickshaw. Dragoness lifted by placing one hand on or under Celeste's tight, hard butt, acting as a "seat", and her other hand on Celeste's small but sculpted back as a "seat-back". Dragoness's fingers grasped Celeste's little shoulder as a sort of restraint. Needless to say, Celeste was surprised and delighted by this extra "boarding assistance".

"You know what", Dragoness began, "You feel like an energized little bundle of muscle! You're so strong!"
Celeste could only giggle and blush!

Dragoness began pulling, down the hill and back toward downtown. She knew she was not going to get much conversation out of this thrilled passenger for some time. She would have to calm down first!

Celeste was thrilled, felt loved and warmed by big Dragoness pulling her along in that rickshaw and looking after her. Finally, Celeste regained the use of her voice and attempted, "I'm sorry if I put you through a lot of trouble..."
It was not loud enough, necessitating Dragoness to say, "I'm sorry little Pixie, you're going to have to shout over this traffic."
Straining her little voice, Celeste repeated, "I'm sorry if I put you through a lot of trouble. I assumed you would probably use your car..."
"Oh!" Dragoness replied, "This is absolutely NO trouble at all! I looked forward to picking you up. What made me late is, people wanting rides. I had to turn many down. I accepted a few if they were in my direction. And, and, anyway, I don't have no car. I only have a great big ol' early 1970s diesel tractor, you know, a big truck, but without any trailers. That thing's too much trouble in the downtown. So I just picked you up in this. Besides, it's more fun, don't you think?"
"Sure!" Celeste chirped, happy as she could be, "More fun for me, but for you?"
"I don't like being cooped up in vehicles. Now, I would have picked you up with my tandem bicycle, but it is not usable right now, I need to work on it a bit. But this is okay, though a bit slow."
"I love it, Dragoness!" Celeste heartily replied, or as heartily as her sweet high voice could.

After a bit, Celeste spoke up again, "You say you have a truck? How did you get that?"
"Abandoned stuff at the diesel place", Dragoness began, "over time, I collected a variety of odds and ends for greatly reduced prices. In my spare time, I managed to get a complete diesel tractor runnin'. It's cool, it even has a sleeper. I got it refurbished and fixed up."
"What's a sleeper?" Celeste asked sweetly.
"It's a kind of cab that goes behind the... other cab, well, behind the seats of a big-rig tractor. Truckers spend days and days on the road and do not wish to spend their money on hotels. So they sleep in the bed of the... sleeper... that's why it's called a sleeper. Sometimes with two drivers, one can take turns driving while the other sleeps. That's another way to use it. But I always preferred to drive solo. I'd love to team up with another woman, but it never happened. Oh well."

A little while later, as White Dragoness wound her way through the downtown, Celeste spoke up asking, "Can... May you and I, sometime when you have time, take a trip together... in your truck?"
"Hah hah!" Dragoness guffawed, "Why, sure! You can try out sleeping while I'm driving. It's cool. I done it a few times. I just said I drove solo, but sometimes, a trucker likes to go home for a while if they are close to their home-town, so another trucker might drive them in. Usually, unless you're an owner-operator, the truck is not yours. So you can't just drive it home and let it sit. Ooo! The company wouldn't like that! Anyway, some of those times, I got some shut-eye in the sleeper. Boy, that's nice! You gotta trust that other driver to be skillful and level-headed though, or you'll stay awake all the time bracing for an accident. Hah hah hah!"
"That sounds like fun!" Celeste exclaimed in that high, soft voice of hers. "Do you think I can drive? A little?"
"Ooo! I don't know!" Dragoness began, "I think you'll need a special license even though we won't be working for anybody. I don't think you could even reach the pedals!"
"Oh, that's okay. I don't even have a regular driver's license."
"Not at all?" Dragoness responded, surprised, "Well, that answers that! Maybe, with due caution, we can find a big, wide farmer's pasture; I know some, here and there throughout the states, and let you give it a try. But that would have to be it. But it'll be fun! I just have to think of a good place to go. I need a vacation. And you'll look so awfully cute!"
"Oh! Dragoness! I can't wait!" Celeste squeaked happily.
"You know what, little Pixie?"
"What?"
"You sound like a Pixie! Such a cute, high, Pixie voice! Everything about you is so cute!"
Other than giggling from extreme delight, Celeste lost her voice again for a while!

As they threaded through the downtown, Celeste was concerned over making Dragoness late for her work. Celeste suggested, "Last night I locked my bicycle up around here. If you take me that way, I will get it and ride it home. Then you can go to work."
"Actually, little Pixie", Dragoness began, "I managed to get a half day off, so I have plenty of time to take you all the way home to your apartment at the university, however, yes, we'll get your bicycle."
"You took a half day off?"
"I need a break from the job world from time to time, or at least, get it to back off a bit. I like servicing the big trucks, but the job world has a strange way of befouling everything it touches."
"That is so true!" Celeste agreed strongly, so strong in fact, that even her soft voice developed an "edge" to it.
Celeste then further asked, "Is your boss a man?"
"Yep"
"Ugh! That really craps it up!"
"In fact", Dragoness began, "Almost everyone there is a man."
"Eew! I couldn't stand that! I at least want a balance!"
"You don't like men too much, do ya Pixie?"
"Not a... well... yeah, not a whole lot... most of them. There are some exceptions..."
"Hmm", went a contemplating Dragoness, "I suppose if I was your size... that... could be trouble. Me, if a man messes with me, I just smack him around. But, I suppose... most women can't do that..."
"OH!" Celeste exclaimed, "That would be great to be able to do!"

Up ahead Celeste spotted her bicycle. They approached it. Then Celeste saw bad news...
"Shit dam fuck!" roared Celeste, the fiercest Dragoness has heard so far, "Some shit-eatin' idiot stole the wheels... and the handle-bar! And the handle-bar had a real nice bicycle radio attached to it! Dam!"
"My goodness, Pixie" Dragoness commented, "you got a little temper, don't ya? Well, that's the way it goes. They'll take anything what isn't tied!"

Grumbling all the while, Celeste unlocked her bicycle. Dragoness helped her put it on the rickshaw's floor board and set it so Celeste could hold it steady. Dragoness continued with what apparently was her original plan, and with Celeste giving directions, took her all the way to her apartments.

When Dragoness saw the apartments for the first time, she commented, "Wow, eight stories. I didn't know they were high rise... a little bit..."
"Yes" chirped Celeste, "I live on the fifth floor."
"My goodness, way up there!"

Celeste directed Dragoness the final winding way to her particular apartment.

"Ah ha!" exclaimed Dragoness in a pretend threat, "Now, I know where you live!"
"Are you gonna come in the middle of the night?" Celeste asked, in a pretend expression of worry.
"Possibly..." Dragoness hissed in pretend threat.
"Great!" replied Celeste strongly and delightfully.

Dragoness secured the rickshaw. Although Dragoness lifted the bicycle off the rickshaw for her, Celeste insisted on carrying the bicycle herself, over her shoulder. In the apartments, Celeste bounded up the stairs rather than use the elevator.
"I grab exercise whenever I can!" huffed Celeste as she effortlessly scaled the stairs.
Big White Dragoness took two or three steps at a time and definitely was not slowing anybody down, but she appeared surprised, "Boy! Again I say, you're strong! You're as cute as can be, but no one should under estimate ya!"

Celeste led them around the halls to her room. She used key and they entered. Finally in Celeste's apartment, White Dragoness the amazon looked absolutely awe inspiringly huge!

"A little Pixie's apartment", Dragoness commented, "I almost expected the furniture to be small!"
"Mmm!" Celeste cooed, letting herself into Dragoness's bosom, "I'll make it fit you!"

Celeste departed Dragoness's bosom to take off her beret and leather jacket. There was nothing but pert, firm little breasts underneath. In her usual way, she had no under clothes at all, no blouse, nothing. Celeste returned to Dragoness and, in that topless state, let herself in and on Dragoness's bosom.

"My goodness heavens!" Dragoness exclaimed, "Wow! What a little hot... Pixie! A hot Pixie!"
Celeste just cooed and pushed her little head in between Dragoness's big breasts. Small but strong arms found their way around Dragoness's firm, muscle-laced waist and hugged tight. Hesitantly, Dragoness embraced her eager, loving little friend.

Celeste removed herself from Dragoness's bosom again saying, "How long can you stay?"
"Well", began Dragoness, somewhat distracted by Celeste's loving behavior, "Um... well, I have to return the rickshaw back to that guy's bar, then ride my bike home and get ready for work..."
"Return the rickshaw to a guy's bar?" Celeste asked, curious about that one.
"Yes, you see, the rickshaw is a bit of trouble to carry around in a vehicle, and I only have that huge diesel tractor, so, after pulling the rickshaw all the way from my home once, I keep it, and my bicycle when I'm in town, in a storage shed behind this guy's bar. He trusts me with the key to that shed, there's nothing much in it anyway, and so, that way, I have the rickshaw right there in the downtown where I need it. In return, I suggest his place, which is also a small but good restaurant, to folks who ride with me. His place is kind of in the back streets, and not readily visible. I might even start carrying a small pocket of brochures of his place on my rickshaw, but he hasn't printed them yet."
"Oh, I see..." Celeste nodded her head understandably. "Okay then, can, instead of going home on your bicycle, can you come back here? I'll fix a lunch or something for you, and you can shower and stuff..."
"You cute little Pixie you!" Dragoness began, delighted, "Okay, okay, but, there's just one thing; my home is closer to the interstate than here, and I don't mind the distance, but merely, I'll have to take off earlier, maybe at noon, or a wee bit after. Basically, I took the morning half of the day off, and I'm supposed to get there after lunch hour, which ends at one... p.m."
"All the way 'till noon? Great!" replied Celeste happily, "I'll fix lunch for you! What would you like?", and Celeste once again deposited herself flat on Dragoness's bosom, craning her neck looking up with big blue eyes, her bare little breasts caressing Dragoness's abdominals and her little chin poking into Dragoness's tank-top.
"Well, Pixie" Dragoness said, as she once again, all be it hesitantly, put her arms loosely around Celeste, including, patting her head, "I could go for a bunch of vegetables of many kinds, all chopped up and lightly steamed, and... with rice on the side; sounds like a restaurant doesn't it? But, you asked! What do you have?"
"Sure! I have that!" chirped Celeste happily, "That's the kind of stuff I always have!"
"Really!? All right then!" Dragoness replied, apparently pleased with that menu.
"Okay, little Pixie", Dragoness announced as she very gently pried topless Celeste off her bosom, "Then I'll go now, put my rickshaw away and be back pretty soon. Probably about thirty minutes..." and Dragoness, in good nature, added, "And put something on!", referring to Celeste being topless.

Topless Celeste daringly saw White Dragoness to the door with much in the way of blown kisses and pretty smiles.

A bit after Dragoness left, Celeste ran to the window to look; where the rickshaw was locked, could be seen from there. Celeste observed White Dragoness unlock her rickshaw. Immediately, two college-age guys approached her for a ride. White Dragoness appeared to accommodate. Celeste thought, "Somebody really should start a rickshaw ride business in this town; they'd do well!"

Celeste left the window and went to "work". She bathed, dried, neglected to put on any clothes at all, and began preparing Dragoness's and her lunch.

Maybe forty minutes later came the welcomed and expected knock on the door. A quick check of the peep-hole, which Celeste had to stand on a stool for, confirmed White Dragoness. Buck naked, Celeste swung the door wide open with a chipper "Hi!"

White Dragoness's face lit in surprise, she quickly looked left then right to check for anybody after which she hustled on in. "You little rascal!" Dragoness gently chided Celeste, "Put something on!"
"I've got something on!" sang Celeste as she performed a quite well executed, graceful twirl that flew out, even her short hair, "I have my skin and hair that God gave me, and your lunch!"

Celeste completed a graceful twirl and lightly and gracefully landed, or, more accurately, lit, on Dragoness's bosom.
Her voiced muffled from her face being "buried" in Dragoness's tank-top, Celeste exclaimed, "I love you... when you're here!"

For all of White Dragoness's great strength, she only feebly tried to pry Celeste off her bosom. But she was stuck fast. Celeste's little but really strong arms wrapped around White Dragoness's waist and were not going anywhere!

"Aw, little Pixie..." Dragoness cooed after which she embraced little Celeste, perhaps the tightest and longest yet.

White Dragoness's big amazon hands felt over Celeste's little back. Celeste's back is literally bumpy with muscles, firm and lean. On that day, her skin was a bit cool to the touch, but dry, soft and generally good feeling. Now it was Dragoness doing the exploring. Her big hands felt of Celeste's little but lean arms, firm with muscle. Celeste had a curvaceous, well defined v-shape to her back with good laterals development. Celeste's butt was well built, shapely and firm with muscle that "quivered with life". White Dragoness's fingers found their way between Celeste's firm, powerfully muscled thighs from her butt. One finger may have pushed a bit into Celeste's lips... the other lips, down there... Although Celeste spread her legs a bit to accommodate this, she still uttered, "Ooo", and, lifting her head off Dragoness's bosom, asked "now whose feeling up who?"
"Well, you rascal of a buck naked Pixie!" Dragoness replied, "What did you expect? You're lucky I'm not a man!"
"Uh huh!" Celeste agreed, "I'm sure I am. You're strong, you can protect me, yet you're so nice, smell good, look good, safe to be with... You have all the best of a woman and all the best of a man, and none of the bad..." and then she buried her face into Dragoness's tank-top again.
"Wow", Dragoness responded contemplatively, "I've never... heard it expressed quite like that before..."
It was a while before Celeste had enough of Dragoness's bosom. She finally "allowed" Dragoness to pull her off.

They seated at the table for lunch. First thing, Celeste sat so close to Dragoness, that Dragoness's huge arm's elbow kept bumping Celeste.
"Sorry, Pixie", Dragoness apologized, each time.
Celeste kept not eating and instead caressed Dragoness's huge arm muscles, her biceps, her triceps and shoulder, with her little hands. "Good heavens these muscles are huge", breathed Celeste, completely awed.
"Eat, Pixie!" Dragoness ordered, laughing.

Celeste would eat a while, then was back to feeling over Dragoness's arm.
"Okay, you", Dragoness finally said good naturedly, "You're crowding me out! So..."
And Dragoness raised that big muscular arm that Celeste had been caressing and placed it around Celeste, gently embracing her and pulling her close, next to Dragoness's side. Now Celeste's little hands explored Dragoness's abdominals, short-shorts and down between Dragoness's massive muscular legs and around her crotch. Dragoness continued to dine heartily and finished her meal. The same could not be said of Celeste.

"Pixie, finish your lunch!" commanded Dragoness gently.
"Only if you let me in your lap!" Celeste said, coquettish, cocking her head and hypnotically gazing into Dragoness's face with her big blue eyes.

"Pixie!" Dragoness only exclaimed, but gave in and lifted the lively naked little bundle of muscle and set Celeste on her lap.

Celeste laid her head back on Dragoness's shoulder, and turned her head to smile at Dragoness and give her a kissy face. So close, and with Celeste's hair all over Dragoness's shoulder and so, spread, Dragoness saw something that lit her face with surprise and generated the comment, "Your ears!"
"What about them?"
"They're like... sort of... pointed like... like an elf!"
"Yep!" Celeste chirped, suddenly sitting up straight and erect in Dragoness's lap, "There's all kind of surprises about me, big girl!"
"That's for sure!" Dragoness agreed. "How did your ears become like this?"
Celeste sat straight in Dragoness's lap with her firm little breasts way out, "I don't know!" she sang happily, without a care.

Celeste raised both her arms to push or sweep her hair back, fully exposing both ears. Golf-ball-hard little biceps popped out of Celeste's raised arms as she did so. Her arms were indeed firm and strong. Celeste offered Dragoness a close look at her ears; "Here, I'll let you take a good look at them if you want."
"I kind of want to take a look at these", Dragoness said, referring to Celeste's mighty-mite biceps. Feeling them gently between her thumb and one finger, visibly impressed Dragoness commented, "Good heavens, they're as hard as stone!"

Celeste struck the classic "muscle pose" for Dragoness, displaying not only well formed biceps, but tight, hard shoulder muscles, triceps and lats. Her little chest was well built with pectoral muscles which gave a firm, elevated foundation for her smallish but firm breasts. They jutted way out. Her abdominals were every bit as prominent as those on Dragoness, just a smaller version.

"Okay?" Celeste chirped, coming out of her pose, show over. "Now my ears..."

But not before Celeste repositioned herself upon Dragoness's lap. Up to that point, she had been sitting with legs folded under her. Due to the thick muscularity of her legs, Celeste found that uncomfortable for any length of time. She then spread her legs wide open, letting her calves hang free on either side of Dragoness's lap. This left Celeste very close and face to face with Dragoness. With Celeste's legs spread way open, her vagina lips tended to open, and they faced Dragoness's short-shorts-covered crotch.
And, one of Celeste's bare nipples, now elevated to Dragoness's nipples by sitting on her lap, touched one of Dragoness's tank-top-covered nipples. She clearly did that on purpose. Then Celeste shifted a bit and let her other nipple graze Dragoness's other nipple too. She could only touch one at a time, due to the simple fact, Dragoness's huge breasts had a lot more distance between nipples than did Celeste!
"You better cut that out, little rascal!" Dragoness pretend-threatened, chortling.

Celeste let her firm little arms rest, outstretched, around Dragoness's neck as she faced Dragoness, within her lap. "Okay, my ears..." Celeste chirped, as she turned her head, first to the left a few seconds, then to the right.
"Wow", commented Dragoness, "You're not bashful at all about these, are ya?"
"Prudent, but not bashful. I like them! I... don't know why exactly they are there... but, I like them!"
"Huh! Nice, diplomatic answer!" Dragoness observed. "I am getting the distinct feeling, there is a very intelligent mind in this magnificent body of yours!"
"Pretty intelligent" Celeste honestly evaluated, "but not real, real intelligent."
"Oh yes you are!" Dragoness assured her sprite little lap-girl.
"Oh yeah? Well, why haven't I figured out a good, functional way of escaping, once and for all and completely, the evil job world?"
"Wow! Such an attitude!" Dragoness remarked.
"Well you don't like it either!", Celeste reminded Dragoness, then continued, "And I still haven't figured out how to make a zero-point energy device!"
"A what-what?" Dragoness asked, having heard something totally alien.
"There is a way to pull energy, lots of it, mostly in the form of electricity, out of the vacuum or space between the atomic particles of matter. Apparently, it is literally, the 'White Light', or, the very most fundamental blank creative flux from the Prime Creator, that is, God! A unit the size of a foot-locker could provide all the electricity you need. One the size of two refrigerators could power a huge electric motor to power an electric truck; I mean a real truck, like the kind you used to drive. Just think, going down the highway at good speed under a full load and never having to buy fuel. Tesla figured it out once, but the government rushed in and hid it. Others from time to time have figured it out, only to have it bought up for millions of dollars of 'hush money' from established energy concerns!"
"Wow! Miles and miles of trucking without refueling..." Dragoness repeated softly in contemplation. She then spoke louder, stating, "Naturally! Such a thing would totally wreck the oil and electric companies, and possibly set the whole economy on its ear."
"But if I could just figure one out for use myself, you, and a few select others... I have thought it over. I agree, this society isn't ready for something like that yet. If I figured one out, I would just hold on to it myself, and apply it judiciously, to deserving situations."

"Hmmmmm..." Dragoness commented in deep contemplation, "I hold in my lap, right here, an intelligent, diplomatic, and otherwise very special envoy from the Universe to Earth. I feel honored..."
"Aw, big girl!" Celeste stated modestly, "It's just my day dreaming. I haven't the first inkling of how to get energy out of the vacuum. I've heard the Coral Castle in south Florida sells a little-known, obscure book, printed and sold only there, about a mysterious piece of magnetic-oriented machinery left at Coral Castle by its equally obscure builder. It is said, the book has instructions on how to build a free energy generator for those who can figure out the riddle-like way the book is written. I have thought a couple times of going there, but, probably I'm wasting my time. Greater geniuses than I have tried and failed to figure it out."
"Well, I'd get the book anyway, who knows, you just might have a mind set that could solve the remaining piece of the puzzle. Your ears..." Dragoness thought a minute, "I am certainly no expert on spiritual things, but your ears... this gotta mean somethin'!"

Celeste's ears received a close look, and a feel, from Dragoness, who was obviously curious and impressed.
Although not really prominent or "exaggerated", Celeste's upper ear cartilage did indeed, come to a distinct point and curved ever so slightly outward. Celeste's ears were sized very conservatively, allowing for easy concealment.
Celeste kept her hair cut short which assisted in it staying "wide", so as to hide her ears. Fortunately, for Celeste's aforementioned "prudence", her hair was thick, smooth and easily manageable. Generally, with the proper application of styling and brushing, Celeste's hair was sufficiently full and voluminous to effectively cover her distinctive ears.

"Well I'll be a son of a gun!" Dragoness asserted, "You are a Pixie!"
"Aw, big girl!" Celeste assured, giggling, "It's probably just a birth defect!"
"Well, an interesting and cute one, anyway!"

Celeste slid off Dragoness's lap and began pulling and pulling on Dragoness's big muscular arm. She coaxed Dragoness to leave the table and get seated comfortably in an easy chair. Then immediately, Celeste climbed onto Dragoness's lap and made herself at home and comfortable. She laid her head of soft silky hair (and strange ears) on Dragoness's shoulder. Dragoness gently embraced her.
"Your skin feels really cool" Dragoness remarked, "are you sure you're not cold? This is a cool day, not exactly a day to go completely naked!"
"I'm okay as long as I stay in your lap, White Dragoness..." Celeste answered, and with a particularly loving sound to the way she pronounced "White Dragoness".

They were quiet a while, during which time Dragoness gently caressed Celeste. "Little Pixie" Dragoness lovingly cooed. Pixie Celeste did not respond. Celeste had actually slipped off to sleep in Dragoness's lap.

After a while, Dragoness noticed Celeste squirming around, seeking ways to get further into Dragoness's lap, as if that was possible. "Now look, little Pixie", Dragoness asserted, "You're cold, now put some clothes on."
"Oh" Celeste uttered, getting awake, "Okay... I know, lets go to my bed!"
"Pixie!" Dragoness exclaimed.
"What?"
"You... sure are gettin' bold!"
"It don't mean anything" Celeste assured, "I just thought, this time is my bed-time. I sleep this time of day for my night time job."
"Oh, all right, little Pixie" Dragoness agreed, "Here..."

Dragoness got up from the easy-chair with her big muscular arms full of a thrilled Celeste. Dragoness cradled Celeste and carried her into the bed room. Dragoness did a double take toward one corner of the room where there was, a complete, well designed, home weight-lifting set. "Wow! Little Pixie!" Dragoness commented, "I see where your muscles come from! My goodness! That's a good set!"
"I stay as strong as I can! I have to! Cause, I'm so short and stuff", Celeste replied, happy and content, while cradled in Dragoness's arms.

Dragoness laid Celeste down and then let herself onto the bed with her, propping her head up on her fist. Naked Celeste slipped partially under the covers. Upon settling, she made a kissy face to Dragoness. Dragoness, this time, responded in kind.

"You naughty little rascal!" Dragoness commented.
"Wow" Celeste breathed, "Such muscles..."
"Huh?"

Celeste reached over and felt of the gigantic biceps just inches from her, that prominently showed in the huge arm Dragoness was leaning her head on, as she lay in bed with Celeste.
"Oh, that!" Dragoness said, "The better to... protect you with!"
"I've never, ever seen a woman so powerful as you!" breathed an ever impressed Celeste.
"For that matter, neither have I!"
"Just how tall and big are ya?"
"Well, I'm six-feet-seven, and weigh 270 pounds if I watch my calories", Dragoness replied. "When I was a trucker, I got up to 300. It is a bit difficult to stay in shape, when trucking."
Dragoness continued with a question, "Now, I see that you have a body-building set, however, not everybody responds well to weight lifting. But, you did! So tell me, little Pixie, how did you get this body? So sturdy! So well built! Such beautiful skin!..."
"I was born into it..."

Dragoness smiled dutifully at the flippant answer as Celeste giggled. Dragoness continued, "You know what I mean, you know, the genetics, the family history and stuff. Were your parents athletic or something?"
"I don't know, I was adopted", Celeste answered simply.
"Well now, the mystery deepens a bit."
"My adoptive parents told me they were camping in the woods, you know, a camping trip..." Celeste's big blue eyes gazed right into Dragoness's, almost hypnotically. Celeste continued, "They woke up to the sounds of a crying baby in the early morning and, that was me."
"Oh wow!" Dragoness exclaimed, "Now the mystery really deepens! I've heard of babies being left on front porches and stuff, but leaving a baby in a forest at somebody's camp-site? That is something!"
"I think I was left here by faeries!" Celeste joked.

They both giggled, then Dragoness commented, "Well, that would explain your ears!" after which, they giggled a bit more.
"Now explain yourself, big girl! How did you turn out to be such a powerful... amazon?"

"Amazon!" Dragoness repeated, giggling. "Hmm", Dragoness continued, tilting her head and looking away and up as in thinking, "My Mom was frightened by an elephant while she was pregnant with me!"
They both giggled over that one.
Celeste commented, "Man! We just can't get serious with this conversation!"

"Well" Dragoness began, "shouldn't one little Pixie here be getting her sleep? For your night job at the jazz station... so I can listen to jazz all night! And...", Dragoness sighed, "I gotta get to work."
"Oh, okay" Celeste reluctantly admitted, "I wish you could stay!"
"I do too, actually," Dragoness began, "if not for anything else, but to protect you while you sleep. Do you live here completely alone?"
"Yes" Celeste replied sweetly and simply.
"I see..." Dragoness replied while thinking. She covered Celeste's nude body with a blanket, tucked her in and said, "Well... I have to go now and bow down to my evil job-world master..."
"I understand, big girl" Celeste answered, "and, I know what you mean. But don't worry, I do this all the time."
"Well, living here alone is one thing, but that commute you do at midnight on a bicycle, I'm not too comfortable with that..."
"Again, don't worry, big girl, I've got routinized by now. It's okay!" Then Celeste added in a bright tone, "And... thank you for tucking me in!"
"Oh... Oh, that! Huh, I did it sort of automatically. You're so cute!", then Dragoness kneeled down next to Celeste's bed, leaned over and gently, lit a kiss on Celeste lips. Needless to say, Celeste steamed with thrill.
"See ya later, sweety!" Dragoness said lovingly.
Celeste could only smile in complete bliss.

White Dragoness let herself out, closing the door tightly and trying the door-knob several times making sure it was securely locked!

In case you readers are wondering about Celeste's wheel-less bicycle, yes...
Celeste slept in bliss and with sweet dreams for a number of hours. At something like four-thirty in the afternoon, she awoke for a moment to use the bathroom or whatever, and as she stumbled in sleepiness, and shivering from being nude, she saw her bicycle there, up-side-down, without wheels or handlebar. And, she had to use it tonight!
Well, that fact dawned on her...

Exploding with a savage amount of loud cussing that would have made a drunk trooper blush, and at a great volume of sound from her mighty-mite body, Celeste dressed for jogging/running to the nearest bicycle store. It would close at five-thirty so she had to hurry. Jogging on foot would take her thirty minutes to get there. Dressed in a cute black short-sleeved, snug-fitting t-shirt (not tank-top; it was a bit chilly) that covered all her tummy, and a micro-skirt without underwear... and a lot of cursing... she took off.

Celeste had to buy a front and rear wheel, cog cluster, two rim-bands, two inner tubes and two tires in addition to handlebar, handles, and another bicycle-radio. She spent over three hundred dollars. Celeste grumbled and cursed every step of the way. The store personnel that knew her noticed her perturbed state. Asking her about it opened a portal to hell! The worst cursing one can imagine poured forth from her sweet looking little mouth. It was general cussing and cussing out the thief. She complained bitterly about having to suddenly make this running-trip to the bicycle store, wrecking her sleep, and in such a harried state. To say Celeste was not happy about it would be the understatement of the century.

With the help of the bicycle store clerk, Celeste strapped all that stuff in special packaging to her small but able and strong back. She took off, running on foot, for home.

It was almost six in the evening when Celeste returned home. Then it took over an our of assembling and adjusting the new parts. The cog cluster was not the customized set of gears that was stolen, but this would have to do until she could custom build another cluster. All the while, she cursed and cursed the thief.
"Gad-dam, fuckin' shit eatin' piss drinkin' mother fucker go to hell!" would be a mild sample.

It was seven-thirty and her bicycle was ready. Still boiling mad, Celeste set her alarm clock to awake her at ten-thirty, the very latest possible she could sleep and be able to eat and get ready for the radio station. Her broadcast technologist job required punctual arrival, no excuses.

It took Celeste a while to calm down and sleep. This time her dreams were not blissful as before. When the alarm clock jangled her awake before she was ready, the last two dream portions she could remember was, first, she flailed away at the thief with a medieval mace until he died. She continued pummeling him until he was unrecognizable mince-meat.
Then, she faded into the next dream that felt extremely real. She was in the downtown, and spied whom she recognized as the thief, on a bicycle with wheels and handlebars from hers. She charged up to him, and from behind, jolted him forward causing him to stumble into the path of an oncoming car. He was hit with an accompanying sound of crunching of bones. The sirens of the ambulance turned into the ringing of her alarm clock. She felt a rush, a snap, thought she heard a gun-shot and awoke suddenly, leaving her disoriented.

It took a couple more rings of the alarm clock to get her going. Then, she did not have time for a good meal. There was the chopped vegetables she never did finish from the afternoon. Apparently, Dragoness had thoughtfully put them into the refrigerator for her. Quickly, she warmed them up. That and a glass of water was her supper.

Dressing once again in her black, snug t-shirt (well, the season is getting chilly) and micro skirt, she then donned her male disguise. On her just-repaired bicycle, she was off.

By the way, her male disguise consisted of: Long black pants, a long sleeved red sweat shirt for chilly weather, red dress shirt for summer nights, a base-ball cap, and a fake beard and mustache. A secondary benefit to the disguise is that it is warm, which helped with the chilly night ride.

While passing through the downtown, she noticed flashing blue and red. There were police cars and an ambulance. As she drew close, it was difficult for her to see around the crowd, due to her stature. The street and surroundings looked somehow, weirdly familiar. Finally, she made out, a severely injured man on a stretcher, and a mangled up bicycle. The crowd was milling about the ambulance leaving the bicycle to the side, or, somebody had tossed it there to get it out of the road. Celeste, in her male disguise, crept up for a closer look. Though bent and twisted, she saw the bicycle had, possibly, her wheels. The handlebar had scratched in it, a name. A bicycle radio was mounted to it. It dawned on Celeste, that was quite probably her handlebars!

Celeste drew away from the scene and continued on to work. Her mind cooked that one!

At the radio station, an early comment from the dee jay's ever alert and assertive lady friend was "Oh my, Celeste! You've gone back to your primal clothes?"
"They're more comfortable" Celeste could only get past her busy mind...
Celeste was and acted preoccupied. The dee jay's lady friend, always alert to things, noticed and asked, later that night, "What's the matter honey? Your new man giving you problems?"
"Oh no" Celeste insisted, "Not that..."

Before the lady left, Celeste asked her suddenly, "Do you... believe in... curses?"
"Nah!" she assured, "Utter nonsense. Halloween tales! Why, do you believe you've been cursed?"
"Oh no", Celeste assured, "In fact, I'm worried I may have cursed somebody myself... unintentionally. I had parts of my bike stolen. It made me so mad, I cursed and cursed and cursed the thief. Then tonight, I saw someone seriously injured and a mangled bicycle that appeared to have the parts that were stolen..."
"Pish posh!" the lady, who had a slight British accent, assured, "Pure coincidence!"

Well, Celeste hoped so. But still, it bothered her. Could she have really cursed him!? Celeste pondered intensely. All through the night at the radio station she pondered about it. Is that possible?
"You can't... think a man to death!... or... can you!?" Celeste must have thought again several dozen times.

Celeste was still thinking about it as she stepped out into a frosty eight-in-the-morning to go home. A very pleasant surprise awaited; Dragoness was there on her bicycle!

No rickshaw, too slow for this area. Dragoness would ride together with Celeste!

"You still wear that teensy skirt even in this weather?" Dragoness asked her little micro skirted friend. Notice, it is micro, not mini. This apparel begins at the top of Celeste's thighs and ends just at her hips. In any position except standing up, her "sex equipment" might be visible, along with the fact she forgoes underwear. On the bicycle, her crotch gets a good ventilating!

Smiling coquettishly, Celeste observed, "But you're still in your short-shorts and tank-top!"
"Cause I'm big, and have been exercising. From home, I did start out in a flannel shirt. I took it off later. I got it in my panniers."
"Well, I'm gonna be exercising too", answered little Celeste, "Let's go!"

They rode to Celeste's apartment. While passing through downtown, the scene of the accident haunted Celeste. She craved to tell Dragoness about it, but waited until they arrived to the apartment so she would not be panting, and, where it would be quieter... and private...

Celeste and Dragoness arrived to Celeste's apartment, went in and settled. Now, in front of a window with sunlight shining through and seemingly spot-lighting it, Celeste's bicycle with its short seat tube and 24-inch wheels stood next to Dragoness's giant bicycle, with its custom long seat tube and unusual middle-weight 27-inch wheels. This bicycle was equipped with a heavier duty chain than the usual, apparently necessary to withstand the heavy torque produced by the big, muscular legs of Dragoness.

Celeste urgently desired to tell Dragoness about the dream and what she actually saw last night, and tell she did. Celeste spoke of her dreams, especially the last and most vivid one, and how it compared to what she witnessed...

Upon hearing it, Dragoness appeared impressed, and told of a version she herself witnessed of the actual event...
"From what I heard everybody say, or what anybody asked said, the man who got hit by the car was waiting properly to cross the street, although he would have been jay-walking. Then suddenly, for no reason, he lurched forward, right into the path of the car, and got hit. Fortunately, the car was going slow and braked hard, only knocking him down. The bicycle fell and got rolled over. But the guy only had a nasty concussion. It looked bad, what with the ambulance, him lying still, some blood but only from a single cut, the I.V. bag and all the rest of it. Still, everyone said, it was strange, the way he just lurched forward. It even got the cops to asking if anybody pushed him. Nobody said they saw anybody. He was by himself. Some say it did not even seem he was trying to cross the street at all. Just, suddenly, he lurched, or pitched, into the street, as if with no reason."
"Did you see any of this yourself?" Celeste asked.
"No, none of it. I arrived after it happened. I only picked up bits and pieces of speech, and asked around a bit. Because I'm so tall, I was able to see a bit more than most. As the guy was put into the ambulance, it looked like to me he was beginning to move."
"So... he's okay?"
"As far as I know", Dragoness answered.
"Thank goodness!" Celeste breathed, an actual sigh of relief.
"I thought you'd be glad to see that thief get what's coming to him! Boy, you were mad for a while!"
"Well, that's true, but I don't want something like that to happen. I would want to kick his butt myself, personally, but, NOT kill him!"

Dragoness chuckled, replying, "You want to dispense justice yourself, eh?"
"Yeah, something like that." Celeste agreed. She then continued, "Say, do you believe in curses?"
"Do I believe in cursing? Yeah, good heavens! You should hear me at the diesel place when I..."
"No, I don't mean cussing type cursing", Celeste interrupted, "I mean, actual cursing, like, causing something bad to happen to someone with basically, your thoughts."
"When I was a trucker, I used to listen a lot to a late-night radio show called Coast To Coast A.M. which discussed a lot about this kind of stuff. I still listen to it sometimes, although it interferes with my sleep... and listening to jazz. Anyway, the general consensus is, judging from many of their shows and all sort of like, fused together into one in my mind, cursing is possible, but usually, you have to make a concerted effort. Incidental cursing, like getting really mad at someone, can occur, but it is usually diffused and doesn't cause much to happen. Exceptions to that rule are, people who are well trained at casting spells, or, people who are gifted with spiritual abilities and perhaps, don't know it. I sincerely doubt if your little hissy fit the other day did that to him."

But Celeste had to confess to the "super" hissy fit that she had when she awoke and saw that she had major repairs to do on her only mode of transportation to the radio station, and with thirty minutes left before the bicycle store closed.
To this, Dragoness commented, "Hmm... Well... I don't know, you're really asking the wrong person. I'm a diesel mechanic, not a... sooth-sayer. Judging from the amount of cursing you did... maybe... although, if that was possible, we'd all be in a pickle. There's always somebody getting mad at somebody. Especially bosses, managers and CEOs. Can you imagine the numbers of people who get mad at those types every day? Yet, I never hear of them having accidents or anything."

Celeste took comfort in the no-nonsense answers of her big protective friend. Finally, she concluded saying, "Well, I hope you're right. Still, it seems a bit strange..."
"Just a co-inky-dink", quipped Dragoness, comically pronouncing the word, "coincidence".

"Now", Celeste began, hopefully done with that issue, and changing the subject, "How did you arrange to meet me? Did you take a half day off again?"
"I slightly readjusted my hours" Dragoness replied, "Simply, I now go to work at ten in the morning, and get off at five-thirty. I negotiated a thirty minute lunch break which is all I need. It took some doing, you know how job world people are, they just don't think clearly, or like we do. Now, I will accompany you to your job at night. I can watch over you that way. I just wanted to tell you that. Expect me here about nine-thirtyish or something. Is that when you awake?"

Celeste slumped into Dragoness's bosom, melting with passion. Celeste barely uttered, "Thank you..."

Dragoness held and embraced her loving little friend.

Finally, Celeste regained her ability to talk and said, "Nine thirty is fine. Are you sure this is okay? Perhaps..."
"Sure it's okay!" Dragoness gently insisted, then asked, "However, I was thinking, if, during your hours at the radio station, if I could come here and sleep. Then I..."
"You most certainly can!" came a muffled little voice from Dragoness's tank-top where Celeste currently was. "You can use my bed. Don't worry, it's a standard bed, it'll fit ya. It's seven feet long. Ooo! And I'll love sleeping where you slept!"
"Okay, ya little Pixie!" Dragoness responded, "I hope I don't crush it. It's used to your little, light weight...
"Oh, it'll be okay, like I said, it's a standard bed..."...

So it was settled. Dragoness went to work at ten in the morning and got off at five-thirty in the afternoon. She went home, had supper, napped a bit, than bicycled to Celeste's apartment. She rode with Celeste to the radio station, came back alone and slept. She then got up to meet Celeste at eight in the morning. A change came at Celeste's urging...
"No need to meet me in the day-light of eight in the morning. Just sleep in. I'll come home and cook you breakfast."
So that was the plan afterwards. The morning accompaniment of Celeste was dropped. After all, conditions were safe at that time. Celeste came home, cooked breakfast for her big amazon friend, after which Dragoness went to work.

After that, some talk was made about the two of them cohabiting in Celeste's apartment. But Dragoness's home was a large travel trailer that she owned and was paid for. She only rented the one-acre lot it was on. She needed the space, as well, to park her big tractor-truck, her only engine-powered transportation. And Celeste found the place charming...

Celeste worked at the radio station Wednesday to Sunday mornings, leaving all of Monday and Tuesday off. Dragoness worked days, Tuesday to Saturday with Sunday and Monday off. This provided Monday off for both ladies. At the first available one, Dragoness took Celeste with her to the "Dragoness Lair"... by bicycle, of course.

Dragoness wore her usual short-shorts with, for that day's casual setting, a tattered tank-top. Her tank-tops for rickshawing are newer. Celeste wore a micro-skirt and snug-fitting white tank-top that left only a small strip of tummy bare. Celeste was... uh... dressing warm... relatively...

Dragoness's property is the kind of place, on the edge of town, a few miles from the interstate, that Celeste normally would not have gone into on a bicycle, and maybe, not even, if in a car. A dirt driveway disappeared in trees and bushes. Celeste normally would be cautious of encountering either bad dogs or nasty men there. And her caution, normally, is well placed. But the "Dragoness Lair" was one exception. Though possibly a bit dangerous for some men to enter, little Celeste was absolutely safe.

Upon arrival to "the Lair", there was a change in clothing... or more accurately, a removal of. They both dressed scantily, if at all. Celeste took all her clothes off and spent the day with Dragoness nude. Dragoness changed and went topless. Below, she only wore a very brief and sheer bikini underwear. Dragoness confessed, the only time she wears underwear, is when it is the only thing she is wearing! Otherwise, she foregoes underwear.

The travel trailer, not a mobile home, but a large travel trailer, was in good shape. Outside it appeared new, inside smelled fresh and clean, not the mustiness one might expect from a country person's trailer. The one and only occupant was Dragoness, and, if she could make it happen, Celeste. And, sure enough, there sat a huge, diesel tractor-truck, without trailer, and equipped with a sleeper, just in front of the travel trailer as if almost ready to hitch to it.

"Indeed, I do pull the trailer with it when ever I move" Dragoness explained. "Anyway, it is a fully functional 1970s GMC tractor. I could even pull for people if they wanted to hire me, and if I worked out some legal requirements and stuff. But it's too much trouble. I just as soon stay where I'm at for now. Despite the job world, it's healthier."
"Trucking seems cool though", Celeste said in her sweet little voice.
"I know, little Pixie" Dragoness said as she pulled a willing, naked Celeste into her bosom for an embrace, "But it has it's drawbacks, and it, after all, is job world too. So, I'm better off here."

Celeste just stayed quiet in the bosom of Dragoness. She enjoyed Dragoness's warmth, and the beautiful sunny day with cool, dry temperatures, and the rustling of the mature trees' leaves in the breeze. Ample shadows were cast all around, providing many possibilities for an outside lunch, sitting in the soft, relatively ant-free grass typical of northerly states.

Celeste wanted to explore that diesel tractor truck. Dragoness, by using her big hand as a "seat" for Celeste's bare butt, and with that one arm, biceps bulging, lifted Celeste up to the first steps to climb into the cab. The other arm was used only for preventing Celeste from falling back.

Celeste crawled around the cab of the truck, naked, exploring this and that. She checked out the bunk behind the seats, or that is, the sleeper cab. Celeste found the sleeper cab absolutely charming. She could not wait for a trip somewhere with Dragoness, where indeed, Celeste would sleep in the bunk, behind the capable Dragoness driving.

Celeste explored the travel trailer. She was fascinated with a complete, neat little home that could travel down the road on a whim.

The trailer had been modified a bit. Two small bedrooms, situated at the rear of the trailer, were "fused" into a fair sized one. It contained Dragoness's huge double bed. That was indeed, the inner-most sanctum of the "Dragoness Lair". The trailer had a complete bathroom including tub, small but neat living/dining room, cramped but very functional kitchen and a super cramped little area, where Dragoness had to duck her head, for a washer and dryer.

Jammed to one corner, as much as possible, of the living/dining room, was a heavy duty weight-lifting or body-building station. Many large barbell plates lay around, all in big poundage like, twenty-five pounds, fifty pounds and one hundred pounds. It was obviously designed and set up for a muscular giant, just what Dragoness was.

Celeste returned to the huge bed in the one big bedroom. She hesitantly asked, "Have you... ever brought, you know, guys, back here?"
Chuckling, Dragoness replied, "Rarely, actually. Guys get interested in me for the novelty, you know, 'cause I'm, well, an amazon, so to speak. Men have wildly varying opinions about women who are bigger than they are. Most are just fascinated, but don't want no dates. Many appear repulsed. That one I don't get at all. Others melt. It would appear I could make slaves of them. But just as I begin getting serious with just, having a good time with them, many back off. Almost all men do not want to be seen with a woman that towers over them. Some are hoping for quick sex. For some reason, they equate being an amazon with being a slut. Although I am horny all the time, I... like to go easy. There's too many nasty diseases floatin' around, here lately. Of the ones that want quick sex, they come here, and, even though I am obviously way bigger and stronger, they seem to think they can take advantage of me. When push comes to shove, they are appalled I can take them on and force them anywhere I want, which is usually, off my property! That always ends that kind of relationship."

Celeste, with her history of being taken advantage of by men, was fascinated with what it would be like to so completely over-power men. With fascination, she asked, "Have you ever... uh... like, let a man... in ya?"
"You mean a complete, full-blown fuck?"
"Uh, yes!" Celeste chirped, fascinated, but bashful.
"That's a rare occurrence because of all the diddly-crap I have to go through to get a man to come here. They come to me so often like they want a relationship, but they are just fascinated. Often, in public places like parks, or whatever, men often want to get a photo of themselves standing next to me. And then, of course, there are my tastes to consider. I like a sleek, fit man. I don't need or want a gorilla, just nice and fit. I usually am the one that has to keep pushing at them for a date. If they balk too much, I have to give it up, because they are just afraid of amazons, period. But I'm afraid I frightened more than one in past years so that they are afraid of amazons afterward... Sorry, other amazons..." Dragoness quipped.
Dragoness continued, "Just several months ago, I finally got a fit, six-footer here. I was the misbehaving one. I practically forced him to take his clothes off. He looked nice and I got horny. He had cute little brief undies on a hard little tush, so I let those stay on. Well, one thing went after another. He was scared. One thing about men, you can tell what's going on from the actions of their... unit, you know... Well, his was softer than mush and practically invisible, so, I could tell he was scared. I tried to behave. But I couldn't keep my hands off him. Finally, one forced hug turned into, well, I sort of like, raised my leg, and rubbed my cunt on him, making his little panties wet... Oh, I was naked, by then. Imagine me in here, naked and pacing back and forth, huffing and horny, and then gettin' on him like that. And here in the sticks, all alone with me..."
"Wow!" Celeste giggled, "Just like men usually get with women!"
"Yep" Dragoness confided, "It was a turning of the tables, as simple as that. Had I had a cock, I think I would have out and out raped him. I practically did, anyway. I'm a little surprised he didn't call the police on me later."
"I don't think guys like to report being raped!" Celeste giggled.
"That might be what pushed the situation in my favor."

Celeste waited for the rest of the story. But she had to prod, a bit reluctant, Dragoness. Celeste asked, "So, you rubbed your cunt on his side, is that all?"
"Oh good grief, no!" Dragoness admitted, "That's what caused me to completely cave in to my desires. It felt good! Then I practically dragged him to my bed, pushed him down on it and positioned him on his side. I got over him, straddled him, and rubbed my cunt hard on his hip, you know, right here..." Dragoness showed Celeste where on herself, then continued, "Men have 'em too, just not as prominent as a woman's. He was slender, fit, sexy, and his hip bone was indeed, fairly prominent. So, I pulled his little under pants off, pushed my cunt lips over that hip, and man, I started serious humping!"...

Unconsciously, Dragoness, dressed only in that sheer brief bikini panty, had her hands in her crotch, rubbing a bit. She stood and paced a bit while relating the account. Celeste noted her nipples poking out and a wet spot on her panty just over her vagina. Celeste smiled, fascinated, and informed not, of Dragoness's unconsciously done action.
Dragoness continued, "I humped and flailed, and he was a pushing at me and a yellin' 'get off me!' and stuff, and I didn't stop, and boy, when it hit, I couldn't even see! That's the best feeling I ever had, I think. That orgasm tore me apart! I'm tellin' you! Then afterwards, I calmed down... and, man, he was soaked!"
"With sweat?" Celeste asked in her high, soft voice.
"No, my cunt juice!"
"WOW!" Celeste breathed, "You did rape him!"
"More or less!" Dragoness admitted. "Anyway, he was soaked... that is, only his hip and that area... where I had been humping. Some had gotten into his little panties and it was dribbling all around, I didn't even know myself how much juice can come outa my own cunt. It looked like somebody had ejaculated. It certainly wasn't him. He was besides himself. He stormed around, I offered to help him wipe that stuff off, he would let me near him; he grabbed tissue paper in the bathroom to do it himself, he put his clothes on and he was outa here! That was that! I've never seen him again!"

"My goodness!" exclaimed Celeste in a high, sweet voice, "that was something! I wish I could have seen that!"
"Why, you little voyeur, you!" Dragoness chided Celeste, in pretense.
"Well, men deserve it!"
"Not that one" Dragoness responded, "He was different. He was sweet. I wouldn't have mind having him on a long term basis. Oh well, I blew that one..."

Dragoness appeared genuinely, slightly despondent. Celeste approached Dragoness and leaned on her bosom. Dragoness gently held Celeste.

Dragoness was obviously genuinely aroused, yet, retained "true-love" feelings for that particular man.
Later, they had lunch, outside in the grass. Dragoness calmed down.
Celeste was fascinated. Curious about just how big a man had been so completely over powered by Dragoness, Celeste had to ask, "You say he was six feet tall; how heavy do you think? Was he in shape and all?"
"He was six feet even and maybe 160 to 170 pounds. He was pure muscle, very fit. He had a shapely, sexy butt that jiggled with each step. Gosh he was sexy in that little underwear of his. Ooohh!"

Celeste noticed Dragoness's nipples jutting out again. Six-feet-even at around 170 pounds, and fit. That was a pretty big and strong guy, Celeste concluded. Celeste knew a guy that size would be one Celeste would have to be careful about. But he was no problem to powerful Dragoness! "Well", Celeste thought, "enough is enough", and forced herself not to talk about him anymore.

After lunch, they strolled about the property, making sure not to go near the highway. It was secluded, so their nudity or near nudity went unnoticed.

Celeste was still fascinated with the tractor truck. She climbed all over it, looking at this and that. Later, they went back in to clean dishes.

After that, Dragoness wanted to lay down a bit. She took Celeste to that most inner lair, Dragoness's bed.

Dragoness did not only lay down... She caressed Celeste, rubbed or gently scratched her small, shapely back full of energetic little muscles, and sometimes just laid next to Celeste. Celeste enjoyed immensely. Basically, they just basked in each other's company.

For a while, during the warmest period of that afternoon, Celeste became sexually very daring with Dragoness. This was when Dragoness was really and truly, beginning to settle into an honest nap. But a naughty little friend would make that difficult...

Celeste sensuously explored the awesome body of Dragoness. Dragoness remained submissive, allowing Celeste to explore. And explore she did. She dared entering "forbidden zones". Celeste felt of and tickled Dragoness's huge nipples.
"Look at that", Celeste chirped in that high, sweet voice, "Every time I touch them they get bigger!"
"Let's see what happens if I touch yours!" Dragoness suggested as she reached out with one finger to gently caress one of Celeste's tiny nipples. But she pulled back, giggling. Dragoness gave up and continued to lay submissively, allowing her impish little friend to continue her explorations.

Celeste's little hands finally dared enter and probe around Dragoness's large, firm vaginal area and her deep, prominent vagina lips (labia). While doing so, the brief sheer undies Dragoness wore became wet with secretions. Dragoness groaned and breathed heavy. Her nipples poked way out. Celeste giggled like a torturer enjoying the torture.
"Now your tits stick way out even without me touching them!" Celeste observed, giggling.

"You best cut that out, you naughty little Pixie girl!" Dragoness "pretend" warned.

Celeste only giggled and continued. She became aroused herself. Celeste pushed her fingers pretty far into Dragoness's vagina-lips. The material of the bikini panty was soaked. Finally Dragoness begged, "Really, little Pixie, I'm not kidding! Please stop!"

Dragoness was squirming, breathing heavy, and her huge muscles quaked with power, currently being held back. It became clearly obvious to Celeste, Dragoness was intensely aroused.

Celeste began wondering, could that 270-pound, powerful amazon actually be driven to rape her? And if so, how... would a woman... rape another woman? Would Dragoness hump on Celeste's hip like she did that guy? "That would crush me" Celeste thought. One thing for sure, there would be no stopping her should Dragoness loose control. Celeste figured she would be better off not finding out Dragoness's limits, or what would happen. Celeste pulled back from her exploration and experimentation on Dragoness's sex-equipment.

Celeste sweetly said "Okay", and laid back down beside Dragoness. Celeste cuddled into her side. Dragoness raised her big arm and around Celeste, gently embracing her. Celeste turned onto her side and began letting her fingers "walk" around Dragoness's prominent abdominals and around her breasts. Celeste was going to let her fingers walk up her breasts, but her nipples were protruding a whole inch and Dragoness was breathing heavy. Celeste backed off that plan.

Giggling, Celeste asked, "If a man did this kind of stuff, would he be beaten up or raped by now?"
"Probably!" Dragoness breathed heavily, obviously intensely aroused.
"I have special privileges, don't I?" Celeste asked softly and sweetly.
"Yes, little Pixie, you have special privileges", Dragoness replied, then continued, voice breathy and shaky from arousal and in a begging tone, "But don't push them, please!"

Celeste backed off the sex-oriented landscapes of Dragoness's physique. But she continued studying other areas of her impressive musculature.

All in all that day at least, nothing serious happened. But this is only their first day together.
Anyway, for now, Celeste received a good dose of Dragoness's home, and an orientation, including, knowing from that time on, how to get there. This may be important to understand what happened a few days later...

The day ended sweetly. Wearing back their skimpy clothes that they wore to come there, Dragoness accompanied her precious Celeste home. Later, Celeste and Dragoness had sweet dreams. A few days later, Celeste had a sweet dream of unusual proportions... that even Dragoness observed... This would be yet one more small piece of evidence, that maybe, the elf-eared little Celeste was indeed, somebody unusual...

On the usual day, at the time Dragoness returns home from work, it is about six in the evening. Before she changed her hours slightly, it was five-thirty in the evening, so, it was about the same. At that time, Celeste is sleeping. Celeste usually sleeps from about three in the afternoon to after nine in the evening. The period around five to nine in the evening will find Celeste fast asleep and toward her final sleep cycles, where most dreaming takes place.

At about nine Dragoness will leave to go to Celeste's home so she can escort the little "Pixie" to her job and see to it she is safe. Dragoness has become, among other things, Celeste's protector. And at six-feet-seven at 270 muscular pounds, and carrying a medieval mace, she is a capable one!

Celeste had a dream so real, she could have bumped her head on something in it... And she did hug something...
With no memory of how or why she was there, Celeste was in Dragoness's "Lair". She was nude... that is how she sleeps. Celeste was in the small but nicely arranged living room of the travel trailer. Dragoness, all muscular six-feet-seven of her, was nude, having just taken a bath. She was in the kitchen, preparing a meal for herself.
Feeling impish, Celeste quietly came up behind Dragoness and threw her small but strong arms around Dragoness's muscle-laced waist. But Dragoness lurched aside away from Celeste's embrace with a short scream. "Who's there!?" Dragoness asked desperately. She looked toward Celeste, who, surprised at this reaction, backed off a few paces. Dragoness looked straight at her at one point and looked away... then her gaze returned. "Celeste? Is that... you!?"

Before Celeste could reply, she felt a rush, a severely jolting snap, as if being thrown to the ground, and heard what sounded like a gun going off right in her room. Celeste woke with a severe start and screamed, thinking for sure a stranger with a gun was in her apartment.

In extreme fright with her heart pounding, Celeste looked around. But all was quiet and well. Nobody at all was there. Pulling a sheet with her to put around her nude body because she shivered, Celeste cautiously got up. Her small, simple apartment was, at least, easy to check and secure. There was only a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen/living-room "combo", and a couple closets. Nobody was there. Outside was dark as would be normal for seven in the evening that time of year. Outside, on the apartment grounds, normal activity of people, mostly college-aged, was going on. All normal.

"What in heaven's name was that!?" Celeste asked aloud to herself.
Calming down, realizing it was just a weird dream, Celeste returned to bed... after turning the kitchen light on. It would shine in a diffused and reduced manner, into her bedroom. Celeste just wanted a little light, that's all. She returned to bed. Disoriented feeling and groggy, Celeste was thankful it was only seven in the evening and so she had another two to two-and-a-half hours of sleep. It took a while, but Celeste finally slept. The alarm clock, set for nine-thirty, and a knock on the door from Dragoness was the next thing Celeste was aware of, that evening.

Still sleepy, Celeste slipped on a black, snug-fitting t-shirt and... nothing else. In that attire, and after checking through the peep-hole, she swung open the door for Dragoness.

Fairly accustomed to this type of greeting by now, Dragoness entered saying, "You know, you little rascal, one day you're going to throw that door open, with you naked, and there might be folks passing by behind me!"
"So?" Celeste chirped happily and care-free, "First, right now, I'm not naked. I'm wearing somethin'. Second, they shouldn't be so up tight!"

Celeste fell into Dragoness and her warm bosom and arms. Dragoness caressed Celeste's tight, muscular little bare butt, and rubbed her back, feeling it's small but shapely, firm form.
"Wearing something, eh?" Dragoness mocked, "Okay...". Dragoness continued feeling over and hugging Celeste.
"You feel cute! Little Pixie!" Dragoness confided.

Dragoness continued to embrace Celeste while Celeste soaked it in readily. After quite a bit of time, Dragoness finally "encouraged" Celeste to leave her bosom.
"But it's so warm" Celeste begged, her little voice muffled from being in between two big breasts.
"Put more clothes on, rascal!" Dragoness advised, "My goodness! If everyone in the world was like you, clothes manufacturing concerns would go out of business!"
"I don't like clothes, except for decorating my body" Celeste confided, with her head still plastered on Dragoness's bosom. Celeste further confided, "If it weren't for weather and society, I wouldn't ever wear nothin'!"
"Wow! My goodness!" Dragoness patted Celeste's sturdy little back, "Extreme, aren't you? Well, I wouldn't wear none either except for... well, just like you said, decorations. Little tassels here and there, beads, necklaces, bracelets and stuff, you know..."
"Yes, exactly!" Celeste agreed, her voice finally clear as she lifted herself off that warm bosom.

Ignoring Dragoness's advice to put more clothing on, Celeste, remaining "bottomless" and began preparing a meal, for her and Dragoness. Dragoness noted that and asked, "Am I driving your grocery bill up? I know I eat a lot, certainly way more than you. I can help pay for the groceries..."
"No, no, no" Celeste insisted, "Do NOT worry about that!"
"Well, I'm just being practical", Dragoness explained, "I eat here a lot now, almost like I live here. So, I'll just do ordinary grocery purchases and, just bring them here. I'm not using much groceries at my place any more."

Celeste hesitated a few seconds. Indeed, big amazon Dragoness needed a lot to fuel all those magnificent muscles. Celeste had been buying over three times as much vegetables as before. She finally ventured, "Okay... Yeah, I suppose, if you could, merely, just bring your groceries here... Sure!"
"All right then!" Dragoness agreed, settling the issue.

Dragoness went silent a moment, than related a startling event to Celeste that Dragoness apparently experienced earlier...

"The absolute weirdest, strangest, spookiest and even scary thing happened to me this evening after getting off work." Dragoness began.
"Wow! What happened?" Celeste replied as she chopped vegetables and prepared to cook.
"There I was, home alone, in my trailer; you know what it's like, you've been there once, now."
"Yes, and I loved it! Can I come again, this Monday?"
"I don't know about bringing you there, you rascally little Pixie." Dragoness said, in teasing. "Exploring my body like that and making me all... wantin' to... fuck and stuff..."
"Please, Dragoness?" Celeste sweetly begged, "I won't do that again... if you don't want..."
"Aw, little Pixie, I'm just joking", Dragoness assured, "You can come anytime!"

Busy with dinner preparations, Celeste was unable to run to the inviting bosom of Dragoness as she wanted, so she turned, and kissed the air towards Dragoness.
"Little rascal!" Dragoness cooed, and then kissed the air towards Celeste as well. Warmed by that, Celeste continued dinner.

"Anyway, let me tell you what happened", Dragoness began, continuing her account, "And it involved you!"
"Me?" Celeste responded, now remembering her weird dream and wondering, if just maybe... Celeste ventured, "But... I wasn't there. I was here, sleeping..."
"I know, it's weird... to high heavens! But it happened!"

Dragoness related, thus: "Anyway, like I said, I was in my kitchen getting something to eat. Then, I felt someone... or something... hug me! It felt like small but strong appendages wrapping around my waist. It scared the holy-shit outa me! I couldn't see what did it... Although I thought I saw... little hands... on my tummy... when I looked down. Well, I was so startled by it all, I jumped aside. I saw some kind of mist, and I wasn't boiling anything yet. I looked around, and in the corner of my eye, I thought I saw you! I looked straight at it, and I could just see into a spot that was... I don't know, doin' somethin' weird to my eyes, like I had eye-matter in them or somethin', like it gets in the morning, you know, when you first awake. Then, all cleared, and everything was normal. Man o'-goodness, Lord have mercy, I was scared!"

Well...

That silenced the bubbly little Celeste for a while. She stayed silent so long in fact, that Dragoness asked, "Did you hear all that? It was... like a ghost... or something..."

"Uh..." Celeste began, but it was gravelly, inducing Celeste to clear her throat to continue, "Uh, I... Well... Let me tell you what I dreamed..."

Celeste had to delay her dinner preparation for this one. She even turned a stove-top off, making sure she would not burn something as she anticipated being distracted.

Celeste thoroughly reported what she experienced, earlier that same evening...

"Oooeeeooo!" Dragoness uttered, making a "spooky" sound. "Now... look a here, little Pixie... First of all, Halloween isn't until next month!" Dragoness declared, joking and laughing nervously.

After a bit of delay, while Celeste returned to making dinner, Dragoness began, "When I was a trucker... and still now, sometimes, I listened to a midnight to morning; well, it depends on what time-zone you're in... Here it comes on at midnight and goes to four in the morning, or five, if the station lets the first hour get repeated... Anyway, I listened to a show, and still do sometimes, to a show that discusses all kinds of paranormal stuff. UFOs, ghosts, and, a thing called 'near-death-experiences' or, it's related effect, 'out of body experiences'... which I do believe, you just may have had!"

"You think so!?" Celeste asked, amazed...

This required research!
They had to get ready for work, but definitely, later, research began, principally, on the Internet. After some researching that started with the Coast To Coast A.M. web site, they eventually ran into a book by William Buhlman called Adventures Beyond The Body. Celeste was so eager to get the book as soon as possible, she paid for next-day-air delivery from the Internet book store they found it on. Celeste had it by the end of that week.

The effects described in the book matched those of Celeste. It did indeed appear, that without having to do any procedure to induce out-of-body, Celeste was doing it. That would make her a "natural". This important and amazing finding of little elf-eared Celeste would be well retained by both ladies!

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Disclaimer

KNIO, as described in this story, is fictitious. If there is one somewhere (probably west of Mississippi), we here do not know of it.