THE QUEEN WITH THE PEACOCK FAN AND THE GIRL IN THE SHORT BLACK DRESS (continued)<br/><br/>It happened without warning.  Hera knew that Zeus was near, but he still managed to surprise her.  The blonde muscular giant of a man, taking her hand, pulling her to her feet, taking her by the waist into an embrace and looking deep into her eyes.  The flame in Hera's eyes momentarily told him that she wanted him, right here, right now.  Then those same eyes turned as cold as ice when she heard his voice inquire about Zafira.<br/><br/>Hera's body noticeably tightened.  Her jaw clenched unflatteringly and although it was momentary, it took an effort of will to regain voluntary control and appear something like calm.<br/><br/>"This very charming young lady," Hera indicated with a graceful gesture, "is Zafira."  Then she introduced Zafira to Zeus, using his Roman name, saying, "Zafira, this is my husband, Jupiter.  He's a bit egotistical, but he's also the most physically desirable man I've ever known.  Don't let him sweet talk you, he's good at it."<br/><br/>To Hera's eyes, Zafira looked a little overwhelmed.  Damn Zeus.  But then the mortal appeared to have regained her own sense of control.<br/><br/>Hera turned back to her husband and said, "Don't ogle dear, it's off-putting.  Now, have you been watching the people dancing on the floor.  It looks like fun."