I then found Mistress Angel handing me a glass full of reddish fizzy liquid with ice cubes tinkling in it.I looked at her quizzically. "Red Martini an... Lemonade," she mouthed at me. Being a beer man myself who'd never touched anything so effeminate as martini, I suspiciously I took a small sip... it wasn't bad, slightly too sweet for my taste but stronger than I'd have imagined. To be honest, I'd still have preferred my usual pint of John Smith's Bitter but, dressed as I was, I guessed that was. I'll talk it over with Stan and let him know that it's not because we need extra money, it's because I'll go crazy if I don't get something to do." Stan never told me," Amy said, "what exactly did you do?" I actually have two very different degrees, one is in Fashion Design, that's what I was doing since I graduated, designing clothes. I was pretty good at it, but I got tired of the big labels getting the credit for my ideas, and I couldn't get any backing, financially or through recommendation. Heavy brush and dried grasses wherever there was water. Lighter brush and scrub where there wasn't, and even trees, though none of them could compare to the trees we were used to in the north wood.Winter may have come in the Vale, but it was still summer here, for a while at least. Hunting was no problem for the pups, as they had discovered the herds of high plains antelopes which ran the plateau in eddying knots that spoke to them of fine dining. They even brought me one.It had been an odd. I asked why I couldn't wear pantyhose. She said"You have to learn all the womanly expressions, maybe some day you canwear pantyhose". The nylons felt so strange, I asked how often womenwear these. Cathy said "a lot, so get used to it now. Pretty legs arejust one part of a pretty woman"!? I didn't want to hear that.She handed me a shirt but I quickly said my bra would show through.Cathy said, "so, you wear a bra, it's no secret. You have breasts, thatis why you wear a bra, it's no secret". "I.