You will put on theclothes I have put out for you on your bed. And of course I want you toput on heavy makeup. When I am going to arrive I want to fin... my littlewife all dolled up. Is that clear?" Yes!"Some moments later the sorcerer went away to the city. I enjoyed somehours of freedom without having to wear restrictive clothing and withoutalways having to behave ladylike. That those hours ended much too earlyand I had to change myself into the proper lady my husband wanted me tobe.First I. That scared me. It was her blood, I can tell. She patted me absently and then hurried off to school. I was frantic by the time she got home. I raced to the fence."Oh Wiggles," she said, "are you glad to see me?"And then she burst into tears. After a little fumbling with the gate while I ran around in circles, she came into the yard. She dropped her books and hugged me as tight as she ever had in her life. I licked at the tears before they even stopped. They finally stopped, though. She laughed,. Then one day, talking with the husband of one of my cousins, about such incidents, he told me something which had occurred to him, and suddenly, almost as quickly as a magic lantern throws a picture on to a wall, this which had occurred to me came into my mind. I have since thought over it a hundred times, but cannot recollect one circumstance relating to the adventure more than I have told.My mother had been giving advice to my cousin about maids. They were not to be trusted. "some time back,. Gotta run." But, but, but, the cost, the details, the times..." Sarah stammered into the disconnected phone as Julie had hung up and disappeared, as quickly and abruptly as she had four years ago.The next day a courier arrived at Sarah's house with an envelope containing a first class ticket to Mexico City, with a hand written note that said, 'Short Stuff -- My Treat. Your Pleasure. -- J'.Sarah hemmed and hawed over the decision, while gently sniffing the note that carried the aroma of Julie's.