. no, a goddess.“Welcome to my home, my Champion.”I could barely speak as she giggled, “Who are you if you don't mind me asking?”She smiled, �...�I've been known by many name's and titles but you may call me Freya.”I swallowed as my throat went dry, “um do... do you mean as in the goddess Freya(Freyja)?!”She laughed, “yes your kind has known me as the Goddess Freya of love, sex, beauty, fertility, gold, seiðr, war, and death.”I stared at her a moment, “Um what do... do you want from me?”She smiled. ’ ‘In what city is the parent museum of the Guggenheim, New York?’ Antonia had the same look on her face, and Frank grinned, again. ‘Dammit Frank, stop it.’ ‘Do you want to guess or do you want me to tell you?’ ‘Just tell me, because I have no idea.’ ‘Bilboa, Spain. It is called, ‘The Bilboa Miracle.” ‘You now have two wrong answers and one in the correct answer, Antonia. We will go on to the fourth question.’ Frank was smiling broadly. ‘Frank, you are pissing me off, again.’ Rose commented. Reality, that one time had come so close to my fantasy that I knew that I could recreate it with a little effort.The world was filled with big, muscular, clumsy, stupid men, men with little more sophistication than the brutish hulks that populated my fantasies. I would find them, carefully set things up as I had my own sexual initiation so long ago, and then enjoy my fantasy come to life.I started out deciding that the men I needed to bring my fantasy to life were not to be found at the. We’d agreed to start with a good foot stomper and Holly had suggested the old James Brown number I feel Good. Mac tapped the beat, ‘Wooahhhhh! I feel good, I knew that I would Now,’ She flung off the coat to reveal a stunning silver mini dress, silver boots and a blood red silk scarf, which hung from her throat to her knees. The place was in uproar. Shouting screaming, clapping, singing. The place was rocking. We grinned and put the pedal to the metal. Bobby’s sax soared into the riff to the.