Albeit the clothing, he wasdoing his best to replicate the tea party game with his own toys. He hadmade a crude teapot from Lego bricks and was now "s...rving" tea to anumber of action figures on the floor. Seeing this made tears well up inher eyes. She quickly went to her room and sat down and pondered it. Itwas becoming all too clear that he preferred playing as a girl. Surelytheir parents should see sense if they saw how he behaved?Her answer came before the question had chance to leave her. She shook her head."Sorry. I know it's probably..."She felt his hands on her shoulders. Looked up to see him standing before her, eyes whirling. He let out a sigh."I'm a Hussar, Shanna. I fight on horseback. The King needs strong soldiers for this, not horsemen like me." But I need you," she whispered. He smiled."And I you. But, what was it you said? You wouldn't stay home and be a normal wife? This is the life of a soldier. Going off, leaving family, friends. Hoping to return some day." His. But this time, I was less interested in making myself pretty for him. In fact, I didn’t even do my hair. I simply waited for him. He was supposed to come at 8:30… This evolved into 9:30…. And eventually past midnight. He didn’t call. Nothing. So, I called him… and woman answered his phone, one who sounded as though she was under the influence of many things. (Not just alcohol, but Vincent’s devastating ego as well.) “Hell-o?” She answered. A drunken giggled followed closely behind. “Hi, is. ” That damn leering smile was back on his face.“I see your still the same arrogant asshole you were a couple of months ago.” The words were cruel but the conviction in her voice just wasn’t there.“Of course I am, and I see your still the same hot lady that can’t remember to put on her underclothes.” Fran wasn’t wearing a bra; it was evident by the hard little buds of her nipples pushing her t-shirt out. “So are you ready to ride the horse all the way.” When Bob had someone in his grasp he.