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What about your threads?

There were three projects. The warm pants project didn’t have enough interest. The same for winter jacket. I can’t complain. They came through with what I have now and that’s made all the difference. Tons of time and money. It bothers me. I must seem like a bottomless pit by now.

You’ll figure out something to pay them back. You’re just getting started and that’s hard. Hey, there’s a twig with leaves on it stuck in your bloomers.

See if you can pull it out

It’s above what I can reach. I’ll have to climb on you…

Well, you better climb. I don’t know how that works, but maybe you can get a grip on the cloth and just pull yourself up. Or I can reach back.

No, I think I can get on your leg and just walk up… that ok?

Give it a try. Its something I wish Jack would have done. Just don’t tickle me.

You’re ticklish?

Very At school there was a boy who loved to do it when we were supposed to be quiet. Have you ever noticed you can’t tickle yourself? Is it true for you too?

I’ve never tried. Nope .. at least not now.

Don’t do that! At least not with you on me. I’m sooo ticklish there!! I might jump or something. Whatever we do it has to be safe for you. You could try massaging it. .. I can’t feel much. Push really hard. Oooo that feels good. Remember how you’re doing that. What do you call that place? I don’t know the English word.

You mean the back of the knee? don’t know either. There’s a hard part like a tendon or something and it’s soft along the sides.

It feels so good. Here.. I’ll put my legs together. Could you try the other side? I don’t think I should try it on you. Your legs are so small that I wouldn’t trust myself.

I’m sure you’ll come up with something.

Oh I have some ideas, but maybe not for here. It’s just a first date and we have to leave soon.

Ok I’m going to walk up your leg and pull out the twig. Stay still for awhile.

Remind me to have you check my hair twigs and branches too. I’m sure some broke off when I bent over for the tree. Oh and birds too. I think two of the pests were swooping me. They usually pull hair, but sometimes try to make a nest in it. There’s one - I don’t know it’s English name, but I’ve seen them here - that loved to nest. They’d go after blondes. Sometimes I could shake my head and they’d fly out. Mum would go through my hair every night during their nesting season. She really had to search, they’re about the size of my thumbnail.

Are there many hair colors where you’re from?

Nothing like here. Most of us are blonde. If not it is a shade of brown.

There’s your twig. You’ve got a swell ass. A nice shape

I can make it tighter. How’s that?

Guess… But we should start talking about Winter. I’d like to understand as much as I can. I’ll get down..

no — don’t.. I mean if you’re uncomfortable, but it feels good to have you there. Or maybe you could try the small of my back.

Ok.. but I can get in the groove just sitting back here, We should be talking

If you don’t want to…

No, I didn’t say that. It’s just that you get my motor running. You’re getting sweaty too… your legs are glistening now.

Can’t help it.

I don’t mind sweat.. Ok. How’s that?

Mmmm

How much time do you have?

“til we have to leave?

no .. Winter. The twig derailed us..

Oh, six weeks if I’m lucky. The barn is ready soon. It’ll be warm in there at night and very cold days. George, I can’t remember his last name but he has a metal shop, is making two heaters, that burn wood with Jylli-sized controls. Mr H would rather put in a gas heater too, but there isn’t the money now. I don’t know how that works, but he said it will be much easier and no smoke.

When you move it’s quite a ride up here. I don’t mind - it’s a blast so thanks. And laughing like that makes it like riding a bucking bronco.

Oops.. I’ll try and be more still.

Don’t worry about it too much. Back to Winter. You started into your threads. That a few projects never went anywhere. What if someone paid for it?

I don’t know. I guess it would be a lot easier, but its a lot of money. They said it takes about seventy times the fabric, but they have to double that and use two layers so they can put feathers to make it warm. And so much effort.

Is there anything else?

A warm blanket. They’re talking old sheets and sewing them together. They’re going to fill it with chicken feathers. and I’m going to help with the cleaning. Its sixty by fifty feet, so its taller than me and will go around me easily. They meet on Wednesday nights to work on it.

Is that enough? Honest now…

well … no..

Then what?

I’ll have to leave. There’s a place called Phoenix about three days walking from here. They said it’s warm all Winter and there are deserted places near where I could stay.

Do you want to?

It scares me. I have my friends, and with the H’s family too. I’ve started school. Being around people who haven’t seen you is hard. Even now about half the people scram when they see me. They’re all frosted when I try to talk to them. It will be nothing but that if I leave. And my things. My barn, toilet, wash pan, cooking pot. It took time to make them And it gets so hot I’d have to leave anyway when Spring comes.

You said you were hoping for a miracle..

Mrs Grosse has great ideas. She’s out of sight clever and knows people in big cities.

What are they? Her ideas?

I don’t know the details. Something about a magazine .. I don’t remember the name, but she said the editor knew people who might help.

I wonder if we could get you into sports somehow?… They’d change the rules, but you could easily take on a football team.

Mr H loves football. It sounds crazy - men lining up against each other to move a ball one way or the other. I don’t think I’d like it. It would be too easy to hurt someone.

You’re, well, different Jylli. And in a good way too. People love different. Maybe there’s something in advertising.

Vogue! That’s the magazine’s name… We should probably get going. I need to make it back before the dusk curfew and you’re probably starved. I know I am. Get on the ground and away so I can stand up. There. I’m getting better about not pushing in the ground. What’s your ride sir?

I thought I was going back with you.

Yeah… hand or shoulder? Oh - don’t forget the picnic basket.

Righto Let’s continue talking on the way back. Maybe we can come up with some ideas no one else has.

That means shoulder. Talking should be easier. Ready? I’ll come down just like before, but you’re going to have to find a good position and hold my hair or something. Tell me if it isn’t going to work. My hair used to be really long. That would have made it easier.

Take a few steps like normal walking Jylli… stop! This is hard to hold onto.

Maybe if you put your legs into my shirt and your arm around the back of my neck. Let’s try that. I’m starting out slow.

I think that’ll work. It isn’t great. You need something like a saddle up here.

Hang on. I’m tucking my shirt into my bloomers. If you slip, try slipping down inside and you won’t tall out. And I can catch you easily. If it doesn’t work I’ll carry you by hand. Now I’m going to put the basket in my other hand.

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What about your threads?

There were three projects. The warm pants project didn’t have enough interest. The same for winter jacket. I can’t complain. They came through with what I have now and that’s made all the difference. Tons of time and money. It bothers me. I must seem like a bottomless pit by now.

You’ll figure out something to pay them back. You’re just getting started and that’s hard. Hey, there’s a twig with leaves on it stuck in your bloomers.

See if you can pull it out

It’s above what I can reach. I’ll have to climb on you…

Well, you better climb. I don’t know how that works, but maybe you can get a grip on the cloth and just pull yourself up. Or I can reach back.

No, I think I can get on your leg and just walk up… that ok?

Give it a try. Its something I wish Jack would have done. Just don’t tickle me.

You’re ticklish?

Very At school there was a boy who loved to do it when we were supposed to be quiet. Have you ever noticed you can’t tickle yourself? Is it true for you too?

I’ve never tried. Nope .. at least not now.

Don’t do that! At least not with you on me. I’m sooo ticklish there!! I might jump or something. Whatever we do it has to be safe for you. You could try massaging it. .. I can’t feel much. Push really hard. Oooo that feels good. Remember how you’re doing that. What do you call that place? I don’t know the English word.

You mean the back of the knee? don’t know either. There’s a hard part like a tendon or something and it’s soft along the sides.

It feels so good. Here.. I’ll put my legs together. Could you try the other side? I don’t think I should try it on you. Your legs are so small that I wouldn’t trust myself.

I’m sure you’ll come up with something.

Oh I have some ideas, but maybe not for here. It’s just a first date and we have to leave soon.

Ok I’m going to walk up your leg and pull out the twig. Stay still for awhile.

Remind me to have you check my hair twigs and branches too. I’m sure some broke off when I bent over for the tree. Oh and birds too. I think two of the pests were swooping me. They usually pull hair, but sometimes try to make a nest in it. There’s one - I don’t know it’s English name, but I’ve seen them here - that loved to nest. They’d go after blondes. Sometimes I could shake my head and they’d fly out. Mum would go through my hair every night during their nesting season. She really had to search, they’re about the size of my thumbnail.

Are there many hair colors where you’re from?

Nothing like here. Most of us are blonde. If not it is a shade of brown.

There’s your twig. You’ve got a swell ass. A nice shape

I can make it tighter. How’s that?

Guess… But we should start talking about Winter. I’d like to understand as much as I can. I’ll get down..

no — don’t.. I mean if you’re uncomfortable, but it feels good to have you there. Or maybe you could try the small of my back.

Ok.. but I can get in the groove just sitting back here, We should be talking

If you don’t want to…

No, I didn’t say that. It’s just that you get my motor running. You’re getting sweaty too… your legs are glistening now.

Can’t help it.

I don’t mind sweat.. Ok. How’s that?

Mmmm

How much time do you have?

“til we have to leave?

no .. Winter. The twig derailed us..

Oh, six weeks if I’m lucky. The barn is ready soon. It’ll be warm in there at night and very cold days. George, I can’t remember his last name but he has a metal shop, is making two heaters, that burn wood with Jylli-sized controls. Mr H would rather put in a gas heater too, but there isn’t the money now. I don’t know how that works, but he said it will be much easier and no smoke.

When you move it’s quite a ride up here. I don’t mind - it’s a blast so thanks. And laughing like that makes it like riding a bucking bronco.

Oops.. I’ll try and be more still.

Don’t worry about it too much. Back to Winter. You started into your threads. That a few projects never went anywhere. What if someone paid for it?

I don’t know. I guess it would be a lot easier, but its a lot of money. They said it takes about seventy times the fabric, but they have to double that and use two layers so they can put feathers to make it warm. And so much effort.

Is there anything else?

A warm blanket. They’re talking old sheets and sewing them together. They’re going to fill it with chicken feathers. and I’m going to help with the cleaning. Its sixty by fifty feet, so its taller than me and will go around me easily. They meet on Wednesday nights to work on it.

Is that enough? Honest now…

well … no..

Then what?

I’ll have to leave. There’s a place called Phoenix about three days walking from here. They said it’s warm all Winter and there are deserted places near where I could stay.

Do you want to?

It scares me. I have my friends, and with the H’s family too. I’ve started school. Being around people who haven’t seen you is hard. Even now about half the people scram when they see me. They’re all frosted when I try to talk to them. It will be nothing but that if I leave. And my things. My barn, toilet, wash pan, cooking pot. It took time to make them And it gets so hot I’d have to leave anyway when Spring comes.

You said you were hoping for a miracle..

Mrs Grosse has great ideas. She’s out of sight clever and knows people in big cities.

What are they? Her ideas?

I don’t know the details. Something about a magazine .. I don’t remember the name, but she said the editor knew people who might help.

I wonder if we could get you into sports somehow?… They’d change the rules, but you could easily take on a football team.

Mr H loves football. It sounds crazy - men lining up against each other to move a ball one way or the other. I don’t think I’d like it. It would be too easy to hurt someone.

You’re, well, different Jylli. And in a good way too. People love different. Maybe there’s something in advertising.

Vogue! That’s the magazine’s name… We should probably get going. I need to make it back before the dusk curfew and you’re probably starved. I know I am. Get on the ground and away so I can stand up. There. I’m getting better about not pushing in the ground. What’s your ride sir?

I thought I was going back with you.

Yeah… hand or shoulder? Oh - don’t forget the picnic basket.

Righto Let’s continue talking on the way back. Maybe we can come up with some ideas no one else has.

That means shoulder. Talking should be easier. Ready? I’ll come down just like before, but you’re going to have to find a good position and hold my hair or something. Tell me if it isn’t going to work. My hair used to be really long. That would have made it easier.

Take a few steps like normal walking Jylli… stop! This is hard to hold onto.

Maybe if you put your legs into my shirt and your arm around the back of my neck. Let’s try that. I’m starting out slow.

I think that’ll work. It isn’t great. You need something like a saddle up here.

Hang on. I’m tucking my shirt into my bloomers. If you slip, try slipping down inside and you won’t tall out. And I can catch you easily. If it doesn’t work I’ll carry you by hand. Now I’m going to put the basket in my other hand.