Mistress Sylvia did not speak to them, barelyacknowledging their greeting. She looked directly at Nathaniel, abrilliant smile breaking her otherwise s...ern visage."Good evening," she beamed extending her hand. "You must be Mr.Spotswood." Nathaniel stood and nodded, shaking her hand. "Welcome toTHE ESTATE. I hope you enjoy your stay with us."Nathaniel was trying to think of something to say when a middle-agedcouple boarded the bus. "Welcome aboard, Mr. and Mrs. Harris," the busdriver said,. In his silence he remembered.There was no fixed chronology. However hard he tried to impose some order, memories came at random. The last weeks, ten years ago, twenty. He gave up struggling and allowed his mind to wander where it would.The party. He had first her met at the party. She had been eighteen. He called up images of that bright room, the dancing couples and the joyous music. Some spark had struck and quickly grown to flame. They danced extravagantly, eyes locked, oblivious of all. I looked at her with a questioning smile, she answered with, "You wanted to be sure there would be no rescue attempts." You think you will need rescuing?" I asked."Not me but you might be in need of rescue," she said before throwing herself at me. She did wait until I had turned off the engine but from that point on she was all over me. After a few minutes of tongue dueling she pulled back to say, "I want to try another hand job. I want you to keep your hands off me. I want to see. " Herbert interrupted himself."Okay, Herbert. Then what." Tina was surprised at her calmness. The boy was a total nerd. Maybe she didn't like him. No. She did. She was afraid she was going to have to kill him though."We'll I went in, and I found her sitting on a crossbeam. She was looking down at me, giggling. 'Well, what are you going to do now stupid?' I looked around, but I didn't see anything to giggle about. 'Huh?' I asked.'Gee, your really are dense. Look up here.' She opened her legs.