"Am I going home, is the evening over?" Guy stopped and looked into her eyes. His question was unspoken and her reply was also unspoken."Coffee?" That...would be nice." He nodded.His flat was very well furnished and although furnished as a single man would furnish was nonetheless not obviously a Bachelor pad. There were good modern landscapes on the wall and some vases of fresh flowers scented the air. The furniture was good solid English traditional and highly polished."Have a look around and. ’ He smiled happily at his pride and joy and she forced a smile back, relieved that he didn’t know the real cause of her distress. The carriage bumped and rolled along, taking her further and further from the place where she had been so briefly happy. It felt as though her heart was slowly closing in her chest, and she wanted nothing more than to jump out of the carriage and run back home, back to the clearing and wait there until Al appeared once more… they could live together in the forest. "How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her just the word 'comfortable'?"The brunette explains, "My sister's blonde. The word's big. She'll read it very slowly ... com-for-da-bull."The next two are Compliments of mousepotatoesThree little old ladies are sitting on the nursing home porch talking about this and that.One holds her hands about a foot apart and says "I remember. " Oh ... you've seen a lot then, I guess." Uh, well ... and such a gorgeous body, and I let you talk me into that stupid promise -" Yeah, well if you hadn't made that stupid promise there is no way I would be sitting here like this." Oh, I'm sure you'd find some excuse. You know you like it as much as me." Well, whatever," smiled Sandy, quietly accepting Bob's judgment. "I guess if I'm going to eat I better get a plate and silver." Sandy got up to retrieve the necessary items from the.