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Percy was lying in bed recalling what had happened to him in recent weeks.
It began two months after Percy's young ten year old self had last seen the twelve year old Jennifer Winters. He had been staying at his grandparents' house
over the December and January Christmas holidays, while his parents were overseas.
He had befriended a young girl who lived behind his grandparents' property. Her name was Jenny Winters. She had encouraged him into an early youthful love affair
which had been brought to an inevitable end by Percy's return to his parents' house at
Killara in February, in time to start with sixth class.
He was still missing Jenny in April. One day he concluded his Friday schooling
and boarded a train to take him home to Killara. The train had arrived late and was
therefore unusually crowded. He walked up and down the carriage searching for a
vacant seat and found none.
"You can sit beside me if you like, little boy," said a beautiful lady.
She had her hair done similarly to Jenny's. It was tied behind her head, but not in a
ponytail. It was blonde like Jenny's. The lady looked like an adult version of Jenny,
except that Percy still thought Jenny to be the prettiest of the two.
"Thank you," he said, "My doctor thinks I shall grow to about five foot seven when
I'm an adult."
"I'm Ilona, and I'm six foot five," she said.
"Then I suppose I shall never be as big as you," he said, as she moved her bags to
make room for him, "I'm Percy Dale."
"Well Percy, you may sit beside me until I alight at Wahroonga. That way you won'thave a crowded train to worry about."
"Actually, I'd be getting off at Killara. My grandparents live at Wahroonga though."
"Whereabouts?"
"66 Burnseid Street."
"Well why don't you come over for some afternoon tea and then catch the train, if you
need to later? Maybe you'll like to stay."
The offer was irresistible. A beautiful lady, who reminded him of Jennifer Winters
was showing him every kindness. He would accept the offer. He felt happy sitting
there with her beside him. It was almost like having a cuddle. This lady was a grown
up, but she cared about a ten year old boy.
"Thank you very much, Miss Ilona. I would like to have some afternoon tea."
The train eventually pulled out of Killara. Some people had alighted at previous stations, and there was now plenty of room. Percy had been looking at Ilona as often
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The Sneaky Spy
FantasyA boy grows into a young man and tries to take his mind of his giantess fantasy by becoming a crime solving adventurer. But can fantasies really be forgotten or denied forever?