“We got in last night and I’m just exploring. Husband was up half the night cos he had to relax after the drive. I’ve been snooping around, up a...round the main house. Says it’s out of bounds, but I’ve always been a rule-breaker.”She looked at me intently, I thought, trying to gauge my response. A rule-breaker engaged in what could be construed as chatting up a stranger. You never know how much to read into people’s off-the-cuff utterances.The woman had a small, round face and innocent, blankly. If that wasn't enough to nearly knock the young woman on her bum, then the fact the sign proclaimed the old man to be a wizard certainly was.When Sara turned back around to face the shopkeeper she found that he had quietly closed the distance between them and was poised to catch her should she have fainted. She didn't but her knees were wobbling as she asked for confirmation. "You're a wizard? I mean the real thing? You know... an honest to goodness spell slinging sorcerer? Like Merlin in. She was sitting with her legs thrown over the edge of the banister that divided the entrance area from the main floor of the bar, and she had to turn almost sideways to look at him.He shouldered his way through the crowd towards her, pushing aside couples already locked in the throes of passion, pushing aside women and men trying to catch his attention. He approached and leaned against the railing beside her, making the old wood groan against his weight. "'ow much?" He asked bluntly, voice. She followed me in as I put the beer in the fridge and pulled two out. She said, “I actually don’t drink beer… do you have something stronger?” “I have a little margarita mix and tequila if you’d like?”“that would be perfect, tequila is good. makes me feel warm and fuzzy” she purred and hugged me again. We kissed again, this time I sensed her passion and gave a little nibble to her bottom lip and she moaned. I quickly made her a margarita and asked if she approved. “mmmm, this is so good and.