Dad was already downstairs waiting, but mom was still sitting in front of her dresser, getting ready. I stood in the doorway and drank my fill. Tight ...umper, white woollen skirt, nylons and gold, strappy heels. She had her legs crossed again and her skirt had ridden up, so I could see the top of her nylons, and maybe an inch of skin. I couldnt tear my eyes away………. In the mirror, I could see Timmy standing in the doorway. He was obviously looking at my legs. The question was – how do I handle. Sherrie tagged along but wasn't consulted beyond perfunctory questions related to special dietary needs, or allergies. Jerry and I exchanged smiles watching Jennifer and Willa interacting.Dinner was superb. Willa ran a wonderful restaurant and we ate with gusto. Jennifer particularly seemed to have an appetite, which inordinately pleased Sherrie. We lollygagged over dessert, which was in a separate room filled with too many choices to reasonably pick from – so we asked for some of everything,. Safely ensconced behind these fortifications, known as The Lines of the Torres Vedras, the British army built up its strength and trained the Portuguese, who would become our valued partners in the fight against Napoleon Bonaparte, Emperor of France.The illustrious Emperor was known as Boney to the irreverent British soldier, who had given their own commander, Wellesley, the less than flattering nickname of Nosey, or Conky, on account of the size of noble lord’s patrician nose.In the meantime. The attack came suddenly and I slid to the left as I pulled both short curved blades and deflected one of the master’s. I continued moving as I slipped his next strike away and sliced with my other blade. It was deflected up and out and I brought my other blade in and turned to block a strike.This was not the first time we had faced one another and I let the motions flow through me. Block, slide, slash, shift, turn, stab, block. Finally the master stepped back and bowed. I sheathed my blades.