The fire was warm as I stepped closer onto a bearskin rug lying in front. Everyone must have one of those around here I chuckled to myself. He came b...ck carrying his robe, told me I could go into the bathroom and change out of my wet clothes. He had stripped off his wet clothes and was wearing a pair of jogging pants with a t-shirt. I went into the bathroom and removed my wet clothes all except my underwear and put on the robe which was 2 sizes too large for me but, the smell of Gavin was on. “Jane, I think maybe you’re feeling bad, but not so much because of what happened as the way it happened. You kind of did the same thing Chrissy did.”“What do you mean?”“You thought you were doing it all for me—and I know you were mostly doing it for me—but I think you were also doing it at least partly to see if you could.”Jane started a furious denial and then stopped. He was right. “Oh Peter, that makes me feel worse!”“I’m sorry, Jane, I didn’t mean to. I’m just trying to sort things. More than my job or any past relationship, my la heure vertes, my so-called ‘green hours’ spent with the fairy have increasingly become my primary pleasure and enjoyment of life. My income would allow me any other sort of diversion and recreation that I could wish, but just being home and relaxing is invariably pleasure enough. As for inspiration, my green dream lover provides that too. In my weeks off here at home I can indulge my novice skills as a writer, and when properly inspired, I’ve. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an education.The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.That deer EXPLODED.The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity.A deer-- no chance.That thing ran and bucked and.