TURN BACK THE TIME, BABE. BOOK 4. SUNNY SKIES BREAK THROUGH BEHIND THE CLOUDS

SURRENDER TO THE CITY OF THE FIREFLIES

I watched myself up and down in the mirror, fascinated. I was Freddie Mercury but without moustache and with tits. And red lips. I couldn't believe his clothes suited me so fine. I got into his red vynil pants with a belt and his tshirt Lost in the disco with no sleeves (very apt for me tonight).

- Here you are, honey.

Freddie helped me to sneak my arms into one of his beautiful black leather jackets. I looked at myself with the whole outfit and looked at him behind me with that wolf half smile.

- Now you are ready to Munich night life. Let's go.

When he said that my belly squirmed strangely. Of course I was frightened, but if I held his hand I wanted to think the depravation that awaited me turned into something less dreadful. I had combed my long blonde hair very tight in a low bun and I looked like a feminine boy. I felt myself a little weird, but I loved my looks. I loved wearing Freddie's clothes over my skin. If only all those clothes could speak...

- Don't look at yourself so much, smug girl. The clubs won't wait for us eternally -he said grabbing my hand as I quickly grabbed my bag.

- But, won't Barbara come with us?

- I'm sure she'll find us.

- Freddie...

- What's up now?

- Don't let go my hand all through the night.

Freddie burst into laughter and caressed my cheek as I was a precious china porcelain.

- Darling, I will try. But with a hand I'll have to hold my glass and with the other I aim to touch several bottoms. How am I suppose to do it?

I kept on staring at him pleading. We didn't even get out and I felt as though I was in the row waiting for climbing a roller coaster.

- Don't you worry, deary. We can try but I cannot promise you anything. My pants looked nearly, just nearly, better on you. I am afraid a lot of hands will end up squeezing that ass of yours.

I puffed upset and he laughed again holding me and putting his lips on my temple.

I was having a first glimpse of the so called Bermuda Triangle in that 1984 Munich. It was one of the most modern cities in Europe and no wonder Freddie regarded it his perfect tax exile. Those tortuous and winding streets were part of his inner balance. His daily oxigen. He had chosen that city. I knew that, as any other Queen fan, but one thing was knowing it and another one living it. Most of all when you regarded already an important part in his life.

The shining lights as thousand of flickering glow-worms called us to get into those dives's mouths. The atmosphere there, was very different from what I've lived in the 74 in New Orleans's French Quarter. This was more lively, noisy, colourful, huge inside its exuberance. It was the gay stronghold par excellence in Europe. There was not a single gay at home tonight because this was their place, where they could feel comfortable with their own sexuality.

- Let's start soft, darling. I'm keeping an eye on my little husband and then the night is ours. Is it alright with you?

I thought I had never been at Freddie's mercy like tonight. Alright with me? I was simply at his mercy. With his clothes on and all the inexperience.

Winnie owned a restaurant called Sebastianseck, formerly Sebastianstub in the middle of clubs area. It was the typical home made food restaurant in which you could only end up if you suffer some kind of post time travel side effect like mine. When you could eat even your own leg.

Winnie emerged out of a swing door pure wild west style. Again I wondered again, what did Freddie see in this brute man?

He didn't even reply my hello. He threw me a brief glance, as though I was an insignificant bug. With my clothes and my hair didn't seem to recognize me.