From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: EDWARD'S CHILDREN 8   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
       Story Code: MF Mg Mf fgg bg Fb ped / pedo inc hetero oral anal ws   
      
      
      
       Chapter 8 THE STORY OF THE MAGIC BUTTON   
      
       "Before I start my story, you must promise me you will never tell   
   anybody about anything I tell you, this is a true story and it's a secret   
   story handed down to me from my great, great, great many greats   
   grandfather! Do you promise?" I asked sternly.   
      
       "I promise," Amy replied timidly.   
      
       With her snuggled into my chest I started my story. . . . . . . . . .   
   once upon a time, a long time ago live a little girl named Amy.  . . . .   
   She looked up at me.  "Yes, her name was Amy also," I said. . . . . . . .   
   Amy was seven years old and she lived with her mommy whose name was Mary.   
      
       They lived in a little cottage I the middle of a forest.  When Amy was   
   still a baby, her daddy had been killed by the trolls that inhabit the   
   forest.  . . . . . .   
      
       "What are trolls?" she asked.   
      
       "Just listen and you'll find out," I replied . . . . . .  Amy's mummy   
   and daddy were poor people and had built a house in the forest because they   
   had no money to buy land in the village.  Amy's dad had cleared the trees   
   and built some huts for the animals and sowed some crops so that they had   
   food.  In those days the forest was a dangerous place during the dark   
   hours. Trolls slept in caves during the day and hunted at night.  Trolls   
   were a scary creature, half animal / half human.  They had big sharp teeth   
   and hair all over their bodies.  They were only small but were very strong   
   and their favourite food was people, especially favourite to them was   
   children.  People living in the forest had to keep their doors locked at   
   night.  When Amy was still a baby her dad had been coming home late one   
   night and the trolls had captured him and eaten him.  Since then life had   
   been hard for Amy and her mum.  They had no money and very little food.   
   Amy's mum decided she must find some work to earn some money.   
      
       One day she left Amy to walk to the Castle and look for work.  The   
   castle was the other side of the forest, it was more than two hours walk to   
   get there.  She returned to the cottage later that day and told Amy the   
   good news; she'd got a job at the castle in the kitchens.  Mary would go to   
   work during the week and Amy would have to look after the animals and   
   crops. Amy was a little worried about being alone all day, the nearest   
   house was her uncle's house which was 30 minute walk away but she knew they   
   needed money.  The next day Mary got up early and walked to work at the   
   castle and walked home later that day.  After a week Amy's mum was very   
   tired of walking for four hours each day backwards and forwards to the   
   castle.  Mary spoke to Amy asking her if she would be brave enough to stay   
   by herself the whole of the week whilst her mom slept at the castle during   
   the week and came home at weekends.   
      
       Amy was scared of staying in the cottage alone at night but could see   
   her mommy was very tied so she agreed.  At the castle was a magician called   
   Merlin.  Amy's mother told Merlin about her daughter being alone and asked   
   him if he could help her.  Merlin told Mary he'd think about what he could   
   do and she should come back to see him at the end of the week before she   
   went home.  On the Friday Mary went to see Merlin.  Merlin gave Mary a   
   magic button.  Merlin told Mary that Amy should rubbed the button with her   
   finger and it would make her invisible to everybody including trolls.  To   
   remain invisible she must have the button next to her skin.  He suggested   
   that she keep the button hidden at all times and if she heard the trolls   
   coming to rub it and she would be invisible to them.  Mary took the magic   
   button home to Amy that evening and they tried it out.  Sure enough Amy   
   became invisible when she rubbed the button. . . . . . . .   
      
       At this point I got up to refresh our drinks.  "Don't stop," cried Amy,   
   "I want to know what happened to the little girl!" She followed me into the   
   kitchen tugging at my robe.  "Tell me!  Tell me!" she cried.   
      
       "Go and sit nicely," I told her, "and I'll come back quickly." I poured   
   us a drink, me wine, her vodka and orange and returned to the story.   
      
       Amy worked with the animals and crops during the day and at night she   
   would lock all the doors and windows, snuggle in bed and rub her magic   
   button.  She did this each day but soon encountered a problem.  When she   
   fell asleep her hand would open and the magic button would fall out.  She   
   needed to have the button next to her skin all night.  She thought and   
   thought about where she could put the button so that she could reach it   
   with her finger and it would stay next to her skin. . . . . . . . . . .   
      
       "Where could she put the button?" I asked Amy.   
      
       Finger on her lips she thought.  "I don't know," she replied.   
      
       "How about in her mouth?" I suggested.   
      
       She thought, "No, she might swallow it," she replied.   
      
       "Good girl," I responded.  "How about under her arm?" I suggested.   
      
       She thought again.  "No it could fall out of there," she said.   
      
       "So where could she put the magic button, so that she could reach it and   
   it wouldn't fall out?" I asked.   
      
       She thought again, "I don't know," she replied.  "So where did she hide   
   the magic button?"   
      
       I leant down and cupped her ear to whisper to her, "She hid the magic   
   button inside her willie!" I told her.   
      
       She looked at me, her little mouth agape.  I could see her thinking.   
   The realisation, that it was a good hiding place.  Putting her hand to her   
   mouth she giggled at the thought.   
      
       I continued the story. . . . . . .  She hid it just inside her willie,   
   thinking that she could easily reach it with her finger and that if the   
   trolls captured her they would never look there.  As the week went by   
   everything was working fine.  Each night she would lock up and go to bed   
   and she would slide her finger just inside her willie to rub the magic   
   button.  On Friday, the day her mommy was due home she decided to take out   
   the magic button from her willie.  It was stuck, it wouldn't come out.   
   What had she done, she was so worried.  When her mommy came home she told   
   her mommy all about it and her mommy had a look.  The button had attached   
   itself to Amy's body and would come out.  Mary comforted Amy telling her   
   not to worry and that she would take her to see Merlin the magician on   
   Monday.   
      
       On Monday morning Amy and her mommy got up early and walked to the   
   castle together.  Amy was very worried.  At the castle Mary took Amy to see   
   Merlin.  Merlin was very busy and Amy had to wait outside his rooms when   
   Mary went to work.  After a short while Merlin opened the door to let Amy   
   in.  Merlin was a wise old man.  He was tall and slim with a long grey   
      
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