Still, Katrina was even more toned, for reasons that I didn't quite know yet."Are you from Hollywood or Bollywood?" I quipped, honestly not sure about...the latter."No, but thank you for the flattery. I'm Katrina Singh, Rachel's personal trainer ... very personal," she said, kissing my sister ardently on the lips."I can see that. Pleasure to meet you," I nervously said, still a bit hard, to put it mildly."Oh, no, Mark, sir ... the pleasure is all mine," Katrina said, kneeling down to join Rachel. It brought a renewed smile to Vicky's lips and to mine and it made Angela laugh out loud."You've ruined the rest of my morning," she said as we brought our horses to a halt. Angela was sitting on a folding chair with her tablet in her hand. I was happy to see that she was wearing a web belt and carrying a pistol in a holster. It wasn't much, but it was something and that was important. Obviously, she'd been working with our two friends for a while and our appearance had proved untimely."Sorry,". I woke up with Jessie's leg under my head and JoanI laying perpendicular across the middle of my body. The fact that I was laying on my stomach and not my back made this a little less pleasant then it should have been. I think it's was Jessie's other leg crashing down across the back of my head that woke me. It took some effort, but I managed to untangle myself and slide out of bed.Stiff and sore as I was, I went right down to the beach and dived into the water. I still had a headache and my. My manners kicked in and I invited her inside and offered her a small choice of beverages. She settled for sweet tea.We’ve had a number of lightweight interactions since I moved here and she’d helped me with some yard work since she was somewhat of the stocky tomboy type. About 5 foot 4 and chunky. Not pretty but not homely either. I guess you might say ‘plain’.“So what brings you here this morning, Sherry?”She looked at me intently as she replied to that question. “I think you know that I’m.