TURN BACK THE TIME, BABE. BOOK 5. GIVING IT ALL MY SOUL

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MY DEAREST SECRET FORUM. I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GREAT TIME IN THIS SPECIAL NIGHT. FOR ELIDETH AND FREDDIE  THEIR HALLOWEEN WAS QUITE AN UNIQUE NIGHT BUT I THINK THE NIGHT AFTER HALLOWEEN IS EVEN MORE SPECIAL. I HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY WITH THEM. 

I LOVE YOU ALL. 🥰

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According to Freddie, 1 a.m. was an excellent hour to rediscover New Orleans and nobody would give a damn if he was the leader of Queen or an ordinary man. I didn't share that theory but I wouldn't reject that stroll. I had worked real hard and been through a lot of pressure, for a change. It was time to relax although I hadn't yet forgiven him. He wouldn't fix it with two overwhelming and romantic sentences Mercury style.

We were again strolling around Bourbon Street, in the heart of the mythical french quarter, by the signal post that reads: "Bob Harrington, chaplain of Bourbon Street". On the upper floor the independent minstrel "ruled" their wicked followers down there. Across the street, the ballroom Hotsy Totsy had naked women swinging their hips over an oak tree counter from the morning till night. Just near the local, there was a store not very suitable to under age people, specialized in scatological posters and several sexual fetishism. Freddie loved those things and I guessed it in his glowing and naughty eyes. After taking a quick glance to the window shop he turned to me with a gaze almost of childish excitement.

- Shall we get into?

- Fred, it's not a good idea. The employees and people shopping there will recognize you. You are not an anonymous person anymore...

- I don't give a damn if they recognized me. What could they say? Freddie Mercury visits a sex-shop.

- Visiting a sex-shop holding his press secretary's hand. How about that?

- To me it's really beautiful a couple of newlyweds visiting that kind of store. If I were the owner, I would give us a special price. Come on -he threaded his fingers into mine, firmly and I shivered.

- It's my first time -I said blushing without help.

- Is it for real? -he smiled always delighted with my spontaneous red cheeks.

- I would rather go and eat something. I'm starving -I tried to disuade him from doing that craziness.

- All in good time, cutie pie. Now let's have some fun. What are you afraid of?

- First you are a misogynist and then you will be a sexual depraved. That's what the Americans will say when the news that we've been here will filter. You know how it is this puritan society.

- Nahhh. New Orleans is the most European thing you can find in the States. Don't be scared.

The first thing that caught your attention in that store was its decoration. Despite we were in the middle of the french quarter and there was nothing to hide, when you stepped into there you got the feeling you've just enter a tunnel to another world. Totally unknown, as far as I was concerned.

In the twenty-first century the sex shops were something so common and ordinary that could be mistaken to simple drugstores. But in the latest seventies it was something still "banned" and you could feel it passing through the doorway.

The walls were upholstered with a black paper with golden lines and that added gloom to the whole place. Here and there there were scattered beautiful abstract oil paintings that caught my attention just instantly.

- Are you watching the paintings, mousy? -Freddie cracked a smile.

His beautiful and sounding laughter untied a little bit the knot of tension in my chest. At least the paintings were something familiar though still gloomy. The rest of ítems for me were things right out of the hell.