Too much."He patted her head. "Okay, we'll cut out if you like. It was... well, I started to say it was damned exciting, but I guess you don't think s.... I..." No, no," she said quickly. "I thought it was terribly exciting. My goodness, I never experienced anything as exciting as that. I just couldn't stand it. I thought I'd faint if I stayed there another second." Come on," he said, taking her by the arm. "We'll get back in the car and go home."They walked to the car and climbed in, and Pete. ” He said with a smug look on his face that no Mother can resist. He obviously treasured his upbringing and how could I possible deny him a repeat. I should have listened to my instincts that evening instead of falling into the “Good ol’ days” feeling that I did because we got out the blankets, put them on the floor, broke out the ice cream and watched our scary movie. I don’t know how many times I grabbed my son or Jesse because I was so frightened and I know at least one time when I grabbed. "This exchange was in the Tartan Retreat: a Scottish theme pub on the twentieth floor of the seventh level. All around were artefacts and memorabilia that marked three millennia of Scottish history but which mostly exhibited a landscape of rugged golf courses populated by highland warriors. Unlike the staff and waiters, the man who addressed Beatrice was wearing no tartan at all. The suit he wore was an exquisite import from the Trojan Asteroids that Beatrice recognised from her frequent visits. Oh, the possibilities...The foursome returned to our booth and slid in; first Faye, followedby the Redhead, then Angie, with the Redhead's escort taking theoutside. We made our introductions. He was Jerome; she, Trisha.Seizing the opportunity, I introduced myself, then my friends, Fayeand her daughter Angie. Although our new guests were anything butrude to me, they were clearly smitten with my companions. For herpart, Angie was clearly nervous. Her first act upon taking her seatwas to down the.