You need to be breeding that stud to all the fast horses he can mount. He has the blood of a wild stallion and the heart of a winner. He’ll never le... another horse beat him, unless his heart busts wide open.”Lilly Beth was first in line at the hotel desk when the horse breeders and owners came down to pay their gambling debts. She watched closely as the man counted out nineteen thousand eight dollars on the desk. Before she picked up the money to leave, she counted it again while her sisters. After a two-day march north, they encountered another troop of mercenaries, these under Danish flag. They were of equal strength, and for three days, the two groups had a stand-off. By this time, field pieces had been summoned from Lubeck, and the Chief Gunner took it upon himself to subject the Danish to a veritable cannonade. One or two cannonballs even landed inside the Danish camp.The following morning, the Danish emerged from their camp in fighting order, that is, they marched in a ragged. She took me to my first biker rally; an event by a small locally-based club, and after we set up the tent and began socialising in the evening, I found she knew plenty of faces there, including several members of an all-female club who'd turned up for the rally. Well, people were dancing in the marquees and getting drunk, and she was being flirty with several blokes, including dancing with a tall, dark-haired guy. A woman she knew said "Oohh, he's nice, isn't he?" when Nici returned to me. Nici. After a while, she asked, “Why did you do that?”. “I don’t know, it happened spontaneously”, I replied. She questioned me, “Do you have any feelings for me?”. I was numb. I said nothing. “You are like my son Rohan, how could you have done that?”. I started crying, “I am sorry for that, it won’t happen again!”.Sangita kept her hand on my lap and looked towards me. We were looking into each other’s eyes. Our eyes were filled with tears. Suddenly, she leaned and kissed me on my lips! Our lips were.