"Barbara?" "Yes?" "Let's be sisters." "What a wonderful idea! We could 'adopt' each other." "And we could share secrets, and all the things we wanted ...o talkabout as kids." "We should celebrate. Say, I'll open some champagne!" They giggled over pulling the cork, Barbara holding the bottlebetween her legs, and Michele stroking the neck of the bottle. "What a big one you have, and what an odd color!" Michelelaughed. Secretly, she was fighting an urge to touch Barbara, findingthe brunette. Both Generals stared around them at their new surroundings in shocked dismay for several minutes before they began to recover."WHAT? HOW... ? How did we get here?" General Clark demanded in a seriously upset voice, as he continued to look around at his surroundings."Now you know how we felt every time they would appear out of nowhere at Johns Creek," General Sullivan told his superior."But how did we get here?" General Clark repeated his demand in a voice just short of anger."I transferred us. Last time we were at the Faire, there was a really strong wind and it blew some of the canvas signs which hang over the tent up onto the top. You could still sort of see them up there. On the back side of the signs it said, “Wassermesse” in a really strange, old looking font. I looked up Wassermesse on the web. It means “Water Faire” in German. I also looked up Dunklermeister. It means “Dark Master” or “Dark Lord.” I was always just a little afraid of Herr Dunkler, now I’m even more so.The. "And I wish to hear all of it, but not until after you have eaten and bathed." Sensing my discomfort, she went out the door. "Change and drink your tea. I'll be waiting downstairs." With a final smile she left me.I was unaccustomed to dresses, but it was clean and looked comfortable. It hung somewhat loose on me —Storm and I are of the same height, but she is more filled out than I—and was lower cut in the front than I am comfortable with, but was warm and sturdy. The tea was nothing I had ever.