I hope you will like me as you like Mrs. Viktoria.” “Oh Miss Sara, I am sure I will enjoy your company. I would like offer to you something to dri...nk but I am not sure what your preferences are. Do you want to taste a sip of my drink before you decide?” Without waiting a reply the glass magically appeared close to Sara's lips and she felt obliged to taste a little. The Spumante tasted nicely but the bubbles made her feel strange. “I guess a soda will be ok.. Don't you think so, Sara?” Viktoria. It got to the point where I knew I had to find out if doing it for real turned me on as much as imagining it. We went to a dance club; not a bar-with-a-dance-floor but a converted warehouse in a slightly dodgy end of town with a cheap cover charge and no seats. Drinks in hand, we leaned against the bar and talked about the clientele as the dance floor started to fill up. Heavy bass pounds from giant speaker stacks and he has to lean in close, his lips brushing my ear for us to talk. I point out. If you and my mother wanted me to come here, why did she tell me in the dream that it was time to go home? I mean there was nothing but a burned out farmhouse waiting for me. Why not just lead me straight here?"The wizard smiled. "Because... the journey was as important as your final destination. From the day your mother sent you away to save your life, you have been searching to find one. When you came to London you were too afraid and too badly beaten to trust others and you nearly froze to. ''And do you have women's clothes at your own flat.''Yes.''So why did you want to wear my clothes?''They were something new, something different, for some reason I couldn't stop myself.''What would you say, if I said, I didn't mind?''Pardon?''You heard.''You don't mind?''Correct, I don't mind?''Why?''Well let me put it this way, when you were rummaging in my wardrobe, did you see anything else?''What do you mean?''What sort of clothes did you see?''Well, apart from your dresses, skirts and.