Talk about mutton dressed as lamb. Wurzel put it better."I've seen better looking bitches in Battersea Dog's Home!"Ah well, beggars can't be choosers ...o it was up to us to find the best of breed for the night! Wurzel spotted a couple of likely sorts and we moved in on them."Evening ladies, mind if we join you?"He sat down and beamed at the two rather buxom 'girls' who were probably pushing 40, or had even pushed over that age. He was the best chatter-upper in the battalion, even better than. . no!" she pled."You wanted it straight," he said. "I gave it to you straight."She sat there, staring into nothingness. He let her. His previous shuffling of papers had simply been a nervous reaction to waiting for HER reaction. Now he sat quietly, letting her adjust to the new information."What do I do now?" she finally asked.He was prepared for that question, because a lot of women asked it. He ignored the fact she was a doctor herself. She wasn't thinking like a doctor. She was thinking like. "The Count of Meghem, in Brabant, desires a wife, and he would be content with a modest dowry, say that castle you have, on the River Rhine?" He would, would he? But of course, my dear stepmother would be most unhappy, living without her sons." The count has no sons, and seeing that he is over sixty, he may never sire any. He should be most happy if his future wife brought three strong sons into the marriage." But then again, revered father, that castle on the River Rhine has been most. I agreed, figuring it best to get the awkwardness out of the way asap. She came into the room, and sat herself on the bed beside me and apologised for not locking the door, and that she didn't want me feeling uneasy or awkward around her as we still had a few weeks staying with her and seeing your mother in law naked wouldn't make for a comfortable remaining stay. We agreed to laugh it off, and because of our close relationship decided it was no big deal. Carol suggested we have one more drink.