” This one showed the woman standing on a tip toe, one leg bent back as she kissed the horse’s nose.“My god … it’s like she’s kissing a bo...friend. That bond must be amazing.”“Now this one, the same two.” This one showed them walking away from the camera, she is in jeans, boots, shirt and hat, her long hair down her back, the horse’s long tail hanging nearly to the ground.“I love these. This is what I’m talking about. This exudes the sense of the image Sonja wants. A confident, independent woman. It was dark already when I got on the bus and the bus was somewhat crowded as well. There were no lights so it was dark inside. Anyway, I decided to go so I got on and took hold of two handle bars.There were not many women on board and those who were, except me, got off a few minutes into the journey. That was when things became terrifying.Two fat and large hands came from behind, took hold of each of my arms, pulled them back and the right hand slipped by my right arm and took hold of my left. He didn't remember drinking any more but every time he looked down at the bar, the number of empty glasses in front of him had multiplied. Brow furrowed, he looked at them intently, half expecting them to spontaneously multiply. After a few minutes, when they hadn't, he concluded that he had drunk all those shots and consequently must be a lot drunker than he felt. With a start, he remembered his wife. She would be at home, waiting for his return. He lifted his sleeve to check his watch; his. She's feisty and she's hardheaded."I kissed her lightly. "If you want Trish in the circle, all you have to do is tell me. But you didn't, you had her ask me." I thought for a second and continued. "I just don't think it'll work. I envision her trying to shove you out of your place as number one." I never thought of it that way. Do you really think that?" Trish could never share. She has to be the one and only." I'm sorry that I sprung it on you. I should've talked to you first." That might've.