If they were wondering why the both of them spent so much time together, bolting away from them like that at top speed gave them an inkling as to why....ightning could thrill her like no other being on earth. He was showing off his strength in front of the husky men.Top that, the horse was trying to say as they sped from the ranch at top speed, I dare you to do better than this.Her imagination often dwelled on her love for the animal. She also knew that perhaps she was imagining a bit too. This was my cue to enter stage right. Lit by a single spotlight I launched into The man with the child in his eyes, a lovely Kate Bush song. The simple ankle length black gown was slit almost to the thigh, my feet in a pair of black glittering heeled dance pumps. My hair had been styled and set in curls and waves by Mrs. Tyson, a great support to Mr. Tyson and his drama society with costumes and make up. She'd got used to me doing my own make up and fussed about me much like Aunt Jessica had. ‘It wouldn’t be seemly.’ She set her glass on the nightstand after taking a sip and forked up a bit of cheesecake. ‘Mmmmm…perfect, Jacky. Perhaps the princess will let you keep your head for another day or two.’ I sat down next to her and dug into my own cheesecake. Most excellent. I finished it in three bites and wished I had brought more. I supposed I could go back to the kitchen for another round, but I didn’t want to miss watching Jennifer eat. It was truly a sensual experience. She took. A bit of Earl Weaver wouldn't hurt, I was sure of that although I did not plan on annoying umpires for a living. Cal Ripken's dad and his fundamentals would pay dividends even though they had not done much for Cal Senior. And a lot of the White Rat's smarts would be needed, of that I was sure. "Nice guys finish last," Leo the Lip had said a long time ago, and I wondered if I could be a nice guy and still not finish last. Pride goeth before a fall, I said to myself.And then, aloud and annoyed.