For those not interested in extreme clothing detail,please skip ahead. Starting from the inside out, I had on a green thongthat said 'PREP' on the fro...t in pink capital letters, and a cotton candypink bra on. Some people are surprised that I don't go for the ultra-feminine apparel, but girls don't spend all their time in skirts either.Thus, I had on a pair of camouflage-pattern capri pants with ties at thebottom of the legs and the waist. They were exploding with bronze pocketsand jangling. Stop disagreeing with her, especially in public --you should always have your wife's back.Buy her presents. Candy, flowers, pastries --they don't have to be expensive. Just let her know you're thinking about her.Start paying for things she usually pays for.Start doing chores that she usually does --don't ask, just start doing them.Offer to do her laundry.Text her when you're apart and tell her you're thinking of her. Ask if there's anything you can do for her.Just make your wife's day-to-day. More horns sounded.“From the west,” Zanyia cried.“They’re closing in on us!” Kora shouted.“So we have to ride faster!” I spurred my mount again. He neighed, hooves thudding on the ground.“We’ll kill the horses!” Kora shouted.“We have remounts.” My heart thudded. I threw a look over my shoulder. The fog behind us swirled, revealing a patrol galloping in full armor. “And they can’t ride as fast. Not in the armor. We have to keep pushing. No stop. No rest.”“Right, brother mine!” Kora said, voice. I noticed a pack of cigarettes in his pocket. I told him he couldn't smoke in my car. He slipped me a twenty and said, "No problem. I appreciate the ride."I paid the attendant, got in and started the car. I pulled out of the station, hot the highway, got up to speed, setting the cruise control.The k**'s name was Doug . His grandmother gave him $500 for his 21st birthday. He was using it to spend some time travelling. We continued to talk as I drove along. Just small talk, nothing else.Later,.