" Her eyes traveled down his body and stopped. "Oh, I see," she said with a smile. "You had your -- uh, mind -- on other things, Mr. Martelli?"He trie... to stammer out a reply but nothing came to mind. What could he say? "Yeah, I was thinking about fucking that tight cunt of yours, Miss Grant?" Instead, he said nothing. Let her make her own conclusions."Look, Bruno," she said, "I'm sorry if I'm keeping you from some hot date, but I really need to practice this piece, and you're the only one who. Time never passes as slowly as when you consistently look to see what time it was.Finally, forty-five minutes had passed, so I thought that was long enough and I headed back to the hotel. I tried to put myself in the mind-frame of a traveling businessman, done with a meeting or convention and after a long day, only had one thing on his mind.I walked through the hotel doors and into the bar area. The place wasn't really that crowded. There were a few businessmen there, a couple guys watching a. When you're ready." Thank you." Now go see how Weena and your sister are."He ran up the steps and into the house. I followed him and found Dad in the kitchen with a stack of paper and a cup of coffee."Hey." How'd it go?" Pretty well. He was crying on the way home. The number of changes hit him. He's only six. Losing the ranch and the nungungi at the same time was too much. But he'll be okay. Wait till he sees the rocking horse."Dad laughed."And how was your meeting with the solicitor?" Fine.. "I swallowed. The thought was terrifying.Maybe, I thought, if I just do well enough on the tests..."What," I stammered, "what do you want me to do?"He put his clipboard on his car. He showed me. "Put your head back," he said, "put your heels together. Close your eyes..."He made it look so easy.He glanced down at my shoes. "Do you want to take those heels off?" he asked me.I looked at them too. I shook my head. The road was wet.I tried to do like he had done. But as soon as I closed my eyes I.