”“She didn’t ride out with you?” Bob asked.Rowdy snorted.Linda looked injured. “A girl in her condition? Riding around on a horse? Bumping a...ong? I wouldn’t hear of it!”Bob thought about how Dannie had ridden regularly until she was seven months pregnant with Kyle. Then, the only reason she stopped was because her belly stuck out so far that it rubbed the saddle horn uncomfortably. He decided this wasn’t the time to educate Linda Ronson.Now Bob did let Ranger run, for as long as he wanted to,. ”Opening the bag, it was a pair of warm up pants. They were black with the Cobra Muay Thai East logo and name in blood red down the left leg. They looked pretty good and fit well. Changing back into my normal Muay Thai shorts, I went into the office. Master Boripat looked up at me.“How did they fit?”“They fit fine. I’m guessing they are for Friday?”“Yes. The AKF (American Kickboxing Federation) requires the fighters to wear pants. That pair is a gift for your first professional fight. You pay. My twerpy brother is old enough to take care of himself so my mother shouldn’t object. I’ll see if I can look around this week to see what might be available. Thanks.”“If it doesn’t work out, this apartment is paid for through mid-August,” Phil said. “You can make this your home if you’re stuck here.”Phil noticed that Tiffany’s face had gone even paler than usual.“What’s up, Tiff?” Phil wondered.“Uh, could I stay here this summer if I’m in town?” she asked.“I, uh, well, sure,” Phil said. “Are. She was wearing a frilly apron on the front of it was a picture of a girl wearing a rubber cat suit and holding a whip, the caption underneath was 'I'm the chef - who moaned about the food!'I sighed, "Sausages again?" I asked her.She giggled, "No master, hamburgers, but they do spit as well." She said — this was why I allowed them to have the apron, I didn't really want to cause them to burn themselves with fat... at least not when I didn't order it!I nodded to her and then asked, "You did.