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  “But...but...how...what...” Georgie stuttered helplessly.

  “You know, sweetheart, you have to work on your language skills before the kids arrive. We don’t want ‘em stuttering...” The grin he gave her would’ve melted the panties off a stone statue - and Georgie wasn’t made of stone.

  “God I love you.” She tweaked his nipple with her lips, laughing as he groaned. “Now what’s this about cash?”

  Theo tucked one arm under his head. “Dragons receive a stipend you know. Something in the negotiated contract that goes back donkey’s years. Of course, we can’t exactly whip down to the mall and spend it, so it just goes into a retirement account, 401K or whatever, and accrues interest. This year I think it’s prime rate plus about five points or so.”

  Georgie was quiet for a few moments. “So, if I understand you correctly, you’ve been receiving money for over a hundred years? And it’s been accruing interest for over a hundred years?”

  “Yep.” Theo looked smug.

  “Theo, if you don’t mind my asking, how much was this stipend?”

  “Well...” Theo looked a bit embarrassed. “You have to remember that this contract was negotiated back when dragons had to put it all on the line on a daily basis. Formation flying is risky enough, but when you throw in the bad witches, nasty elf uprisings, a virtuous and armed saint or two and other things dragons had to deal with - there were a lot of in the line of duty type injuries. And even a few fatalities.” He shook his head. “Compensation had to reflect the level of risk. We had no health insurance per se...just a café plan.”

  Georgie swallowed. “How much?”

  Theo named a sum that made her head swim.

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Nope.” He hugged her close. “I reckon by now I should have just about enough to do what I want with. And what I want - is you. By my side. For ever.”

  “Awww.” Once more tears blurred Georgie’s vision. “I want that too. And I want your babies. Lots of ‘em. Maybe even a few sons.” She giggled. “That would make my father look like a real idiot. More than he does already.”

  “So you think he’ll go for cash?” Theo sounded hopeful.

  “To get rid of a daughter? He’ll probably throw in the castle as well for that kind of money.” She snorted. “And don’t think I’m going to let you offer all that, either. I got an A plus in Negotiation class, ya know.”

  “I know.” Theo tickled her ear with his tongue. “I know everything you did in school. I was there with you, remember?”

  “All I remember was the night you sent me to heaven. With this...” She carefully turned her head and bit down on his tongue.

  “Aargh wffl ooo.”

  “I love you too.” She sucked on it, pulling it deeply into the cavern of her mouth and dueling with it until Theo responded by grasping her buttocks and pulling her on top of him. A fingertip brushed up between her cheeks, grazing her ass and making her shiver.

  Finally their lips parted and Theo grinned. “Wanna try page fifty-seven?”

  Georgie didn’t even need to look. Her answer was immediate.

  “Sure.”

  Epilogue

  And yeah, they both lived...etcetera, etcetera...

  So Princess Georgiana was granted permission to marry Theobald the Amazingly Fortunate by her father, the King. Of course, this was after he’d discovered that Theobald’s assets exceeded the amount currently in the Royal Treasury by a factor of at least five.

  And yes, they both lived happily ever after. Although there was no castle, elegant estate or rose-covered cottage with a white picket fence involved. They decided to build a rather nice Colonial-style split-level home on a nearby hill along with a factory, which produced small, portable devices on which people could write their own fairy tales. And also communicate with others, receive speedy mails, download the latest music by their favorite minstrels and keep on top of the latest jousting scores.

  All of which made Georgie and Theo even richer and resulted in the King finally abdicating the throne in favor of daughter number four - the really gorgeous one - who had married a prince from the next-Shire-but-one. He was also gorgeous, and together they generated vast amounts of additional tourist income simply by swanning around in court couture and waving from moving vehicles and the occasional balcony.

  The tabloid newspapers made megastars out of them, the Princess developed her own line of perfume, and the Prince raised a prize-winning breed of racehorses. They happily took over the castle, converting most of it to a convention center and gambling casino, and leaving the rest as guest rooms for the crowds of other princesses who invariably came to visit for the holidays.

  Georgie and Theo watched it all with amused grins and happy hearts. And - after the children arrived (all five of ‘em) - dark circles under their eyes.

  And the dragons?

  Well, with Theo’s vast wealth, it was quite easy for him to purchase a nice piece of land downwind of the villages and build a very luxurious spa designed specifically to meet the needs of dragons.

  Especially female dragons. He had the best scientists create a moisturizer and gleam enhancer guaranteed to work on even the roughest of scales, thus ensuring that within months a couple of curious female dragons arrived to suss out the new digs.

  The male dragons couldn’t believe their luck, soaked in the tubs a lot, oiled up their wings and found - to their joy - that the females responded with giggles and little flutters of their nostrils.

  Word soon got out and a thriving dragon community developed, unhindered (mostly) by human intervention. When little dragon eggs arrived, everybody - including the humans - was just tickled to bits.

  Yes, Georgie and Theo had truly found the happy ending they sought - and so richly deserved. The fairy? Well, she got what she deserved too. She got eaten - which, come to think of it, was an unfulfilled desire that started this whole tale off in the first place.

  Thus proving conclusively that life is circular in motion, it doesn’t hurt to eat a fairy, and love can turn even the fiercest dragon into a damn good fuck.

  About The Author

  Sahara Kelly is always happy to explain to editors that her spelling errors aren’t really errors, since she was born and raised in England, where an extra “u” is quite in order. She likes to think it adds colour to her writing. Sadly, it’s not a widely held belief, so she’d like you to know she still retains a lot from her English childhood even though you won’t see much of it in her stories.

  Arriving in America with her almost-complete collection of Leslie Charteris’ Saint novels, Sahara’s new life eventually expanded to include a husband, offspring, citizenship, and a certain amount of acclimation to her new surroundings. (She still cherishes that extra “u” though.) Life in New England became complete with the publication of her first novel just after the birth of her son, and over two decades later she’s still writing.

  Now enjoying the greater freedom offered to authors by the ever-developing self-publishing scene, she’s looking forward to many more such experiences, both with new stories and older favorites like this one - well-deserving of a second lease on life. Being freed of restraints has opened doors - for Sahara and many other writers. There are now no impediments; no obstructions barring the path from writer to reader. Which is, in many ways, exactly as originally intended when that first storyteller sat on a rock outside her cave, tugged her bearskin around her shoulders and smiled at her kids across the open fire with the words “Once upon a time...” (or however it sounded several million years ago.)

  To find out more about Sahara Kelly and her writing, please drop by her website and visit her at:

  www.saharakelly.com

  She has quite a few ebooks available from various publishers. There are also some older releases that she has edited and re-issued at a greatly reduced price. To find these books, simply check Sahara’s page here at Smashwords.

  Coming Soon:

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ly’s newest fun adventure: Andrew Cleese and Ms Lyon. Another cautionary tale about trusting fairies and dealing with the fallout from doing something that stupid. This time it’s an inept wizard who ends up with a snoot-full of fairy dust.

  That makes three off-the-wall erotic comedies available for your eReader - since Game Over is already on sale.

  Always remembering there are still a gazillion readers who love the feel of a solid book on their laps, rather than text on their laptops, Sahara would like to encourage those folks to keep an eye out for a print volume containing all three of these fun stories. It should be available late in 2011 or early 2012. It will be titled Dragons, Dames and Video Games.

  Duh. What else would you call it? (Grin)...

  And then there’s the ongoing series of erotic romances based in and around Renaissance Faires... One Knight Only is presently on sale and the other two can be described as works-in-progress, to be released soon. Of course, research has required Sahara spend many happy hours and a small fortune at a couple of Renaissance Faires, but as she likes to say...anything for her art!

  Isn’t life great?

  Best wishes for many hours of happy reading...

  Sahara Kelly