After perhaps a minute, I heard the bathroom door open. I figured that John would simply leave the soap on the counter. I was quite surprised when ins...ead, he actually drew the shower curtain open and handed it to me. There I was; steaming water cascading over my utterly nude body, my son gazing at me as he gave me the soap. He stood there for no longer than a second. However, I'll never forget the look on his face in that instant. He was speechless, stunned, his eyes wide open. He glanced at. The other, a mare with a reddish-brown coat and a white blaze over almost all her forehead, was more docile and certainly attractive. I don't mind redheads!Mark gave me two sets of reins, loading up each arm carefully. He then took a saddle and blanket from a rack and indicated I should lead the way back outside.Kyra had a hand brush and was giving both horses a brisk rubdown where the saddles would go. I guess you didn't want some burr underneath the saddlecloth when you put your weight onto. Brenda wasn’t the jealous type, but it was still nice to know that she had the same desires. ‘Did anyone see where Sheri went? I bet all this talk got her hot and bothered for her mystery man.’ ‘Renae, he’s no mystery guy. She’s got the hots for Tom Crawford, one of the guys in our class. I was teasing her about giving him a ‘happy ending’ kind of thank you for getting us out of that essay, and it turns out that’s really what happened.’ ‘No shit?!? Lucky guy. Lucky Sheri, too — he’s pretty hot. ~ ~An hour or so later they were at a table for two in a waterside supper club.Ben had ordered a small bottle of champagne; the ambience was romantic and cosy; a scattering of casual couples; some were mature men dining with younger females; like themselves.A baby-grand piano tinkled by a very small dance-floor and through the large picture window was a grand view of Sydney Harbour Bridge.Through the meal they had chatted with small talk; both avoiding the topic that was foremost on their.