I checked out the horse for any bags or sheaths, then the rider for any unusual bulges around the waist. Nothing. He stopped several yards away and go... off the horse before walking to us. Karen looked up from her towel and then looked at me. I looked back at her and shook my head. As the man approached I could see he was not Costa Rican or Tican as they called themselves. He was American. He slowly walked closer and called out to us. I walked towards him stopping about six feet from him. He. All within the rules, mind you.As for those few quick and deft enough to be able to tag me? Bull had tagged me every day near enough, without padded gloves, so I wasn’t shook a bit. I just waded in and gave better than I got. Taking a few punches while standing to is just what a man did.I told Carlton I was losing the next fight. It was a lesson to him- I guess he only half way believed me because he couldn’t comprehend me throwing a fight, but I put enough doubt in him that he didn’t try to. We live at Wood End up there slap opposite the church. And these two are Norman and Eileen Stevens who live next door to us, the far side from here, at the Old Parsonage." They all shook hands."Forgive me if the next time I meet you, probably later on this evening, I've forgotten your names," said James. "It's something I'm terribly bad at." Aren't we all?" answered Eileen. "This man," she nudged her husband, "can't even remember mine most of the time." What do you mean?" snorted Norman."Well. "Look inside." Michelle reached into the plastic coated shopping bag, fumbling past the tissue paper wrapping and felt something soft and furry. Slowly, she pulled out a black cashmere cardigan with tiny pearl buttons. A pleasant surprise. Reaching further, she found a pair of black fishnet knee-high stockings and a black pleated skirt. "Wow," she said. "Are these for me?" "Yes they are. You're going to wear them for me," he stated, now in a firm voice. "Here," he said, handing over the.