Enjoy.It was the late 18th Century; Horatio was a very successful and prosperous farmer. He was in his late 30s and had been an expert marksman in se...eral regiments, but he had gone on to acquire significant land in the Lehigh Valley of Colonial Pennsylvania. Horatio was a tall man with striking features a handsome rugged face and large strong hands. In the growing season, he would till and cultivate the fields of his farmstead from dawn to late afternoon. Horatio was envied by the locals. "I…" He snickers again, then looks up at me somewhat seriously. "Damon, tell me honestly, how do you feel about me?" He glares into my eyes again, his gaze darting from one to the other."Feel about you? I don't know, you're probably the nicest guy I've ever met. You're funny, brilliant, ambitious and always there when I need you. What exactly are you looking for here?"His gaze becomes soft, almost…sad. He shuts his eyes tight and for a moment, I could swear he's about to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm so. Old habitsdied hard, and Randie was finding her male attitude hard going for herhusband."It's like torture. I love the bastard. And sex with him is uncanny.But... I have to lower my sights, lower my... how the hell do womentake it?? I'm a good cook! I like cooking! I even like tiding up! Butit's never enough! But I love the bastard!"Randie was feeling the same. Physically she had adapted, inside therewas still too much..."I had to take control of the company! The idiots got no vision!. Everyone enjoying the water and sun.I lay on my stomach in my black bikini and place my book beside me. I dog-ear the page as images of the historic places pass through my mind. Its called A Day in the Life of Ancient Greece. I remind myself that there are numerous other books I should or could be reading but for some reason, this one called to me today. I can’t count on one hand how many times I have pored over the pages, letting the images come to life around me.I imagine myself there now,.