”We arrived at the Sokolovs’, Tasha used her key to unlock the front door, and we exchanged a soft kiss.“Good night, Mishka! I’m sorry you hav... to sleep alone!”“I’ll live!” I chuckled. “See you in the morning for church?”“Yes. I’ll come back to the house at 7:00am, because I know you need to set up.”“Good night,” I said.We exchanged another soft kiss, and once she had gone inside and shut the door, I made my way back to Doctor Blahnik’s house, retracing our steps. When I arrived, a number of. "I am not even sure if I can walk straight. Do you have any idea how much I have had to drink?" I asked her, trying not to slur my words."Not as much as me," she replied. Looking at her I could see she wasn't feeling any pain either.She gave me that sad look. Her face pleading with all the feminine charm she could muster in her drunken state. I hate it when she does that."OK, I will do it but if we fall on our asses it's your fault," I told her walking over to the bed to investigate the costume. And, of course, given my track record, the appearance of this Goddess-like creature beside me at the bar energised me. It felt like a switch had been thrown in my mind and I needed to be closer to her to enjoy the source of her power, and, if I am honest, to see whether mine matched hers. Her glance lingered on me as it unashamedly travelled from my feet up to my eyes. And having checked me out, she then turned to the barman, and said, “I'll have what she is having.” “These are Sydney's best. ‘Dear, oh dear.’ He said bemused. ‘Now what? My plan is doomed to fail I hear. If only I had some herbs, you know, something to draw a tea from perhaps, that would make a subject highly susceptible. But where would I find something like that? I would probably have to travel all the way to India and then buy some herbs that presumably help you focus within your meditations, then after drinking that tea myself, I would discover they’re basically just psychotropic drugs making someone highly.