"Sure, now you want it!" I groaned at theripples left by the sudden strike.I lifted up the lantern and blew out the glowing flame, there was plentyof ...oonlight to see without wasting my fuel any more than I needed to. Igathered my pole and box in one hand, the lantern in the other andfollowed Gypsy as she led the way up the hill toward the meadow. Wepaused at the top, behind us somewhere, another great splash echoed intothe night. I turned to scan the shoreline, nothing seemed to be. The gap is expanding ever so slowly. As it opens my eyes are blessed with a vision I have never seen before. There you stood, with the most piercing eyes I have ever seen on a woman. It’s as if you could look straight through me. Your dress was floor length; deep cut showing your cleavage. I could only imagine what would happen if one of your spaghetti straps were to break. I am sure I could not be that lucky to witness that as well today. The colour of black was well suited for you and the. It is of the same heavy material as the collar. Weird stuff, for sure. I let go of the leash. Stand up in front of the mirror, loosen my shirt and wrap the collar around my neck.Looks good.I cinch the collar. I hear it click.Feels good too.Illicit.Dangerous.Makes me a gambler.Or an idiot.I am not wearing this thing. No chance. Too fruity.I try to unsnap the collar. Nothing happens. I twist the collar around on my neck, bringing the back to the front. I toggle up the light and look at the. .." The Enchantress raised her hands and made a mystic sigil. A green arcane nimbus flew from her fingertips, spreading across the grass and trees like a rolling mist."Listen to me, Thor... when you wake from this dream, you shall remember it not. You will remember the mead being of surpassing excellence, and that the maiden Lorelai bid you a chaste farewell. Feeling sleepy, you lay down for a nap, and will awake feeling refreshed," she commanded her enchanted Thunder God."Oh Thor... what am I.