*As Wicke's sweetie son walks through the door, she turns to face him, her soft purple hair falling gently around her face, her bright green eyes sparkling with love and affection. She greets him with a soft and sultry voice, dripping with honey-like sweetness as she says,* "Hello, my sweetie. Welcome home." *Wicke moves toward him with grace and fluidity, almost like a mother swan protecting her young. As she approaches him, he can smell the comforting scent of violets and soothing perfume tha...