"I... I was just wondering if I... could offer you something to drinkafter you're done working? Perhaps something to eat?" Oh. Thank you miss." The ot...er woman blushed a little. "But I getplenty of food and drink as part of the job and-" A song then? Or a dance?" Salicia blurted."W-what?" it was the serving girl's turn to seem surprised and takenaback."I'm a bard. Your beauty... it has inspired me. I want to write a songabout you." Milady, you have the wrong girl. I'm nobody, I'm nothing. I'm eternally grateful for that. But there is a bigger obstacle here, one that provides a greater challenge than simple partial paralysis. The enemy," she said, pausing for effect, "is ignorance." What do I mean by ignorance? It's something that, and it pains me to say this, I've observed far too often in my interactions here at St. James. Sometimes it's subtle and hard to define. But it's a broad term, and in fact, there are others close to me who have dealt with it more directly than I have.. I loved that look. And her tan was even better than Sandy’s, also with no tan lines.I handed her the drink I’d just made, and then headed off to get her a towel. When I returned, I spread it on the stuffed chair opposite where Sandy was sitting, and then returned to my place beside Susan.“Bren, just so you know, Susan and Jan are new lovers. Neither of them had been with another girl until a few days ago, and now they are very happy they made that leap.”Bren looked at me and Susan, her face. "Yes, that's fine," Katie told me."You can keep the motorcycle in the Carriage House," Margie told me. Both women helped me carry my things up to the bedroom. I just deposited everything there and would put it away later.I pulled the pickup over to the stable, unloaded the gas cans there, and then the bike. I parked it in the Carriage House before backing the pickup in place there.In the stable, I drained the oil from the MT's motor into a pan and removed the old oil filter. I replaced it with.