So nice to see you again.

The Pyrots overpower you. Before long, you are lying beside Mrs. Ferguson, up to your neck in sand again.

"Well, Well, some people just can't get enough, can they?" says the Pyrot with a laugh. "Shall we get started again?"

The parrots start in with the feathers again. At first it's a brush here and a stroke there, but then they start coming faster, between the toes, over the ankles and right in the middle of the foot. You and Mrs. Ferguson are laughing in harmony. It's almost like a symphony of hysterics. You decide you have to try and make another deal. Somehow, you know the pyrots will be up for a deal.

Written by duster28 (edited by wanderer)

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