Twenty-six year old Randolph Kensington had saved up more than enough money for his first overseas holiday. He was on the bus route linking the Australian city of Sydney and Maroubra beach, as the Maroubra bus route was his preferred scenic journey to the airport. He was about halfway there, when a beautiful woman got onto the bus. She had dark brown hair, full shapely lips with bright red lipstick and very attractive eyes. She was wearing jeans and a white shirt, and had to stand, as the seats in the bus were already occuppied. She was older than him, and this excited him even more.

From the moment that she had taken up her standing position, Randolph couldn’t take his eyes off her. She noticed this, and seemed to smile to herself as the only acknowledgement of the younger man’s clear and obvious infatuation with her. When the bus drew near to the stop where he would catch his connecting bus to the airport, he saw her press the stop button. This not only saved him the trouble, but began to initiate thoughts in his mind about what might happen when they both alighted from the bus at the same stop.

“Change here for the airport,” announced the driver, and Randolph followed behind the woman who had so captivated him.

As soon as she had stepped off the Maroubra bus, she began walking towards another bus which had just pulled up behind it. He followed, and noticed that the bus destination sign said “Airport.”

He got on the bush behind her, and watched her walk to the back of the bus and sit down. The only remaining free seats were at the front of the bus. So he could not have sat near her, even if he’d worked up the nerve.

This sequence of events reinvented itself when the bus reached the airport, and he soon realised that they would both be on a plane bound for Ireland. As if that wasn’t enough, their journeys paralleled right up to the point where they both reached the village where Colleen and Sandra Corlani had both once been schoolteachers. (See Leprechauns and Giantesses books 1 and 2.)

When they reached a small pub, he went in and ordered a large glass of orange juice. The lady came in soon afterwards, and went up to the bar.

“Marilou, welcome back!” said the barmaid to the lady, “How was your trip to Australia?”

“It was just what I needed,” said the lady, now known as Marilou, “It was nice to make a trip without the rest of the village for once.”

Randolph wondered how an entire village of people could have timed their holidays all at once. His curiosity was piqued by the next remark that he overheard.

“Well you’re back just in time for the next shift.”

“That was the idea. I didn’t want to be left behind for two months while the village took off,” said Marilou.

“What on earth could they be talking about?” he mumbled aloud to himself.

“I gather you’re from out of town and would like me to explain,” said the voice of a lady behind him.