..........................So far we had been on horseback for over three months, we had not travelled fast, but were now getting somewhat saddle weary... There was still at least another month before we would arrive at our destination in Tanganyika (now Tanzania).We had travelled two and a half thousand kilometres as the crow flies, much more with detours, either to see something of interest or more likely, to circumnavigate the impassable, on horseback, mountain ranges of the Great Rift. "Well," she said, "I guess restraint like that deserves a small reward. But tell me why the girl with the spandex skirt? If you tell me maybe you'll get a better reward." She bent over a bit more and started to hike her skirt up with both hands. She also turned slightly so I got a glimpse of one dangling breast, its erect nipple pointing toward the floor. "There is something about a skirt which frames a girl perfectly, it's erotic to me," I answered a bit distracted by her dangling and. "You aren't serious." Oh, but I am. We accept credit cards, of course, but the meal must be paid for at the time of its consumption."I felt a twinge of irritation. Louis was carrying his jest a little too far. "Surely, you are prepared to make an exception for me," I said."I wish I could, Amanda." You can," I insisted."Alas, it is not my decision. It is a matter already determined by the policy of--" Don't give me that! You are the manager of this establishment." Yes, but I am bound by--" You. No half eaten cake. No empty pizza platter. No cake crumbs scattered across the floor. No beer cans sitting in puddles of their own spilt contents. No piles of clothes and towels on the sofa. No empty wine bottle under the table. No wine bottle cork under the TV. No plastic plates and pizza crusts under the TV either. Just nothing. No mess what-so-ever! The place was totally cleaned up!Jared just rubbed his eyes in disbelief then looked down at his own body. He was in his own pajamas! Someone.