Jonso then told his story.There was little discussion. Once again, we were at war with the British. Arno, Jonso, and I would go to their house and adv...se them that they had a number of issues. Jonso’s village being one, my house being ransacked being another, and the death of Honso at British hands being the other. Other men and women moved into a position to set their house on fire as well as kill any trying to escape.The three of us approached the British house. One man was outside. I said,. She turned towards me smiling, “There you go Frank, enjoy” she said smiling and I did notice her eyes lower briefly, “I will send someone up for the trolly later” she said as she headed towards the door, she handled that situation very professionally.I poured some coffee and tucked in to my hearty breakfast, absolutely wonderful and at least my morning wood had subsided as I finished off this wonderful breakfast. The service in this small guest house was second to none, they really cared about. I said “How’s your new bloke?” “He’s twice the man you are” she sneered “what about your new woman?” I said “Thankfully she’s half the woman you are... ?”Our eyes met across the candlelit table. She looked so beautiful. I felt my knees go weak, my heart began to race and my stomach turned to butterflies. That’s when I realized I’d drugged the wrong glass.The kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out about something exciting and relate it to the class the next day. When the time. "Oh, Randy," she murmured tenderly in a soft voice, "Thank you!" Randy turned and smiled into her warm lovely brown almond eyes. "You should let me pay you for your time," Peggy insisted."Naw, forget about it. There's no charge," Randy laughed, adding, "Hey, why don't we go out to the kitchen and see if Jennie and Edwin has that coffee ready yet." "Gee, Randy," Peggy teased, "I'd better warn you, Edwin really has a thing for pretty blondes, and your wife Jennie is really stunning! I'm jealous.