The Incredible Heidi Wasabi

But what I'm leading up to is how Steen met me, me not the doll.

Rufus had actually got rid of it, preferring me without it, hee hee! He let the roadies use it for some joke they were doing where they sat it up in one of the seats, or tied it to the front of the tour bus, in different outfits. He told them Jan was its name, after the singer from the Pictsies. What a liar. The real me was safe in his pocket by then, though I still got lonely when he went home to Patty.

All that changed after that time I was with Rufus in his bunk on the bus and we were bonding, and Steen, much inebriated, fell in on us in the midst of things and blurted, "Is there a bint in here with you lillebro?" His nose wrinkled up like he could smell me, or maybe I just made it tickle.

"Uh..."

"Mmm, looks like you're all ready for me here." He'd spied Rufy's erection poking straight up how could he miss it? while I was wrapped around it and using my sparkles on it. Now his hand swatted me away, dissipating my mouth most rudely, and his mouth and hammy hand began to work on Rufy's rod instead.

My annoyance was like needles and I used it to pry at those intruding fingers of Steen until he yelled "OW" and pulled his puzzled face away.

Rufus got a handful of his long tawny hair and pulled Steen's head up beside his on the pillow so they were face to face. Then he sighed. "Yes, there is a bint in here."

Steen's hazel eyes got green and round and he turned his head toward where I was and looked; really looked. He put a finger into his ear and waggled it as if it itched. And then he said, "Astral bint. Hello."