A soft chime in her headset let her know that Mr. Tyler was ready for this mysterious guest.Relieved, she keyed the intercom and spoke into her headse.... "A Mr. Paulus Hooke is here to see you sir"The heavy oak door slid open silently and, without a second glance at the secretary, Hooke walked into Bobby's richly appointed office. His job as a "solo", a hired gun for the rich and immoral, had led him to appreciate the finer things in life. His practiced eye casually appraised the understated. Esme was helping bring horses in from the field. She had on a waterproof jacket and a pair of waterproof gaiters, the kind that left the bottom of her jodhpurs and the crotch area at the front exposed. I was sheltering in our horse’s stable and beginning to imagine the erotic possibilities of this in different circumstances (after all the effect is the same as a suspender belt and stockings) and I think the thought process must have transferred to Esme. She laughed across to me and raised. The food was basic, but the company was great. A couple of cans of beer just settled us all into a comfortable existence. We were sitting round a fire of glowing embers, occasionally someone would throw a half-burned stick further in and a shower of sparks would fly up into the dark, like new stars going into heaven.Above us the dark sky was sprayed with stars, far more than we ever see in town. The big, bright stars were brighter, but beyond were smaller stars, rarely seen; and beyond it, it. "You're just in time for drinks." A gin and tonic all around would be a world-beater," Max told her."I'll go along with that," Jackie agreed. "Can I help you do something?" No. I was just checking the charcoal," Priscilla said. "Come on in for a moment and I'll fix the drinks. Hal's finishing up a shower. You can meet him too."Max allowed Jackie, then Priscilla to precede him up the stairs to the Hudgins' second-floor apartment. Pris' trim, nicely rounded hips bobbed enticingly in front of him,.