The driver has parked the limo out on a promontory that is directly across a harbor from the main heart of the city. The clouds have broken up and the... full summer moon illuminates each wave as it gently caresses the black velvet of the waters edge, and rising above that, the city, in all of is nightly splendor. We settle back into the sensuous leather and listen for a moment to the sound of the waves. It almost faintly sounds like a jazz quartet. It turns out it is, the driver turned on the. They didn't see a scrawny little girl with thick glasses, acne all over her face, crooked teeth, awful looking hair, in plain clothes. They were looking at a beautiful redhead, sparkling green eyes without glasses, smooth as a baby's bottom for a complexion, taller than Mom, fully figured attractive young lady. They saw the new me."Sara?" Mom sputtered."Guilty as charged," I laughed, leaning forward to kiss my parents on their cheeks. "I'm your Sara. A little change here and there but still. I’m not dressed properly because I hadn’t expected to be out long.”That’s when I realised the dress Lizbet was wearing was a flimsy nightwear.I took off my extra jerkin and gave it to Lizbet. “Here, take this. I’ll be back at the village in about three hours and the walking will keep me warm.”“Thank you,” said Lizbet, putting on my jerkin over her nightwear but under her cloak.“What are you going to do now?” I asked.“I don’t know. Perhaps another pale-skinned tribe might take me. But I wouldn’t. As planned we headed out for a quick lunch at the hotel bistro. Although we didn't have much time I ordered a bottle of Moet champagne. It doesn't take much to get Kaitlin pissed and there's absolutely no doubt that the best way to get her to lose he inhibitions is to give her a few glasses of French champagne. This was, after all, our fifteenth wedding anniversary, so why shouldn't we spoil ourselves. Having pushed a few glasses through Kaitlin and with time marching on I suggested we head.