Maybe you should just pretend you are a horse. You are a little horse face, you know.”“Johnny, that is so mean! I do not have a horse face. Now, t...ke it back!”“Oh, all right. You don’t have a horse face. Better?”Mollified, Beth just huffed and walked away. But one thing did stick in her mind, his suggestion that she play at being a horse. So, for the next couple of hours, she pranced around the yard pretending she was a horse. Johnny was so bored that he watched her for a while before wandering. This seemed to have grabbed the guys attention and Mrs O being Mrs O opened her knees giving him a good view of her crotch. The guy pretended not to look but it was obvious he stealing a glance every chance he got.I needed to go to the mens room so i gave her some money to get a couple more drinks in as the bar was about to close and left the room. On the way back I saw Mrs O standing at the guys table talking. I sat down and she came back and told me that the guy had stopped her to tell her. That seemed to work for her.Jean collected her brood at five-thirty without my noticing; they were gone when I sat down to dinner with my new family at quarter to six. Karen put it on the table and hit the door, headed for work. Pete and I hit the pool at seven-thirty; Kate had apparently had her fill earlier. But a few minutes later, Heather and Jean trooped in across the back yard wearing beach towels -- and nothing else, it turned out. Pete and I mixed the qualities of a pleasant host with. ‘Hello Kim, my name is Margot Deveraux,’ A voice that almost dripped with honey spoke on the other end of the line. ‘You were a customer in my store the other afternoon, I believe you spent a great deal of money on lingerie.’ Kim shivered, this woman was Julie’s boss. How much did she know about what had gone on between her and the pretty salesgirl? Skarlett had said she would smooth things over with Julie’s boss — had she failed in her efforts? Kim decided that she better play it cool and see.