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ould find our other sustenance before returning
to the hotel. There we would dance together without music; sometimes without
moving. Sunrise would find us wrapped around each other, naked, still
dancing.
Our last night in Vienna was marked by an early return to our hotel.
Victoria got up in the middle of the night. must have stood at the bal-
cony window for a couple of hours, looking at the Danube. The moon was full,
and it illuminated 's profile in a way that made 's look ethereal. Tired
of being alone in the bed, I walked over and touched her. Or what I thought
was her. The ghostly image of 's near-perfect body and exotic face was just
that. 's laughter, light and sweetly mocking, filled the room. "Victoria?"
I asked, somewhat bewildered.
I looked at the moon and beheld 's face. "I am close to home, and my
power is strong at the time of the moon," 's voice said. Victoria's face
vanished from the moon's surface, then reappeared outside the balcony window.
"Come, David, my husband. Come to me, my love." I opened the balcony door.
Not too bright a move. A cold, cold wind howled around me. I shut the door
quickly and shiv
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