Pan-tasy Island 1: Wendy and Mr. Roark
This series of stories is about the Peter Pan myth. In each story the female protagonist is named Wendy, but it will be a different Wendy.
Am I hung up on the Peter Pan myth. As a girl, I saw the play about ten times including Broadway and summer stock. I saw the movie about twenty times in theaters and on television. I even read several books of and about the story. So, no. Of course I am. Wendy Janson here, I am an accountant. I never deal with fantasy in my profession, but I am on a plane, hoping to live one. May is vacation time for accountants, after taxes and before school ends. You can usually get bargains. Mr. Roark's fantasy resort is no bargain. I didn't take a vacation last year, so I have saved just enough to cover his ultra high rates. Look, I'm an accountant, I understand that when you hire actors in addition to resort personnel, the price goes up. But it doesn't increase as much as he charges, so Mr. Roark makes a bundle. Maybe I should try to get his account.
The plane landed and there were smiles on almost everybody, particularly on Roark's assistant, Tattoo. Tattoo assured me that I would be his personal project. The one not smiling was Tinker Bell. Even Mr. Roark could not find a six inch actress. This Tinker Bell was clearly short of four feet, and she was Tattoo's ex-girlfriend. That is, Tattoo thought that she was his ex. She thought she was his girlfriend.
Tinker Bell was no fairy; she was as heterosexual as they come. That was the problem. She was not coming with Tattoo, so she was super jealous. Since she was no fairy, she was something else. She was a witch or something that rhymes with it. Tattoo personally showed me my lodging, made sure the bed was turned down, and offered to help me into it in any way I desired. I told him I desired dinner, and he placed me in the restaurant.
Mr. Roark makes no sexual promises of his fantasies. To do so would make him a pimp, and would be highly illegal. So I was not shocked when Peter gave the vibe that he was the fairy in the story. It could be that was just what he thought the role required. Unfortunately there was no fairy dust. Flying with Peter, was more like a zip line, but it was fun. What wasn't fun was the landing. It was like a bungee jump with a rather rough finish. Peter apologized, and said it had never happened before.