A woman in a short French maid’s outfit stepped up to her, ?Excuse me ma’am, may I help you with your cloak?. Sayuna, silently undid the clasp of ...er cloak handing it over.She then stepped forward into the lobby, joining the noise of conversation and baroque music, wearing an off shoulder black gown, its sides open, the front and back panels held together by crisscrossing ribbons tied at her hip, exposing her long smooth legs as she walked. The crowd that she mingled amongst wore a collection. We’re not used being addressed otherwise,” Jeremiah told him as they shook hands.“Very well, I can see that we will become friends and hopefully conduct a few horse trades while you’re here. First of all, I want to see this magnificent stallion you ride. I have never seen such a well conformed horse for his size. Did you breed him yourself?”“No, I bought him from the Lakota Sioux nearly two years ago. They had him broken to ride and trained as one of their own. He is every bit the horse you see. Can I ask you a question, Sarah?" Sure! I don't have to answer, though!" She grinned."Why? Do you know what I'm going to ask?" Of course. Everyone does. You're dying of curiosity. Go ahead and ask!" How could you tell your Mom all about me for years if you just met me yesterday?" Her face clouded over."Please don't make me tell you that. You'll be mad at me and hate me and I really, really like you an awful lot." She looked nervous, chewing on her bottom lip."Sarah, I could never be mad at you. She was an inch taller than me barefoot but I was taller in the high heels I always wore now. Her makeup was office appropriate and her shoulder length hair very stylish. Her dresses are to her knees and closed at the neck. If she wore a necklace, it was close to her neck. Her earrings were generally studs. She was dressed exactly that way … predictable, comfortable, professional.After the hug, she stepped back but continued to hold my hands in hers. She was looking at me and her eyes traveled.