It was still cool, and Ronan thought that it was a good idea to turn the fireplace on. He then prepared some warm herbal tea, Daisy’s favorite. Dais... arrived, beautiful as always, with a summer dress, her favorite, with roses on a white background, spaghetti straps and a short cardigan on her shoulders. On her feet, simple sandals that she pulled off the moment she stepped inside. He offered her the tea and then they sat on the couch in front of the fireplace with no other lights on. She was. Black hair. Big eyes. Great figure. He was smitten. He walked her home in the twilight and was delighted when she invited him in. 'Home' was a caravan parked next to a pub on the tow-path of the canal.His delight was short lived. Mum was at home. But Mum liked soldiers, she said. All the women in her family liked soldiers. She liked to talk. She also liked scotch and was generous with it. She looked like Elizabeth Taylor in Cleopatra, Arthur said, particularly when her blouse slipped to reveal. "Louis directed Pat to park in the shade near the office door. Inside he introduced Pat Grant the grand daughter of Chief Grant and a Choctaw lady. He introduced her to Lark a Choctaw lady, Nona a Choctaw lady, Pearl a Choctaw lady and Cammy a Choctaw lady, his sister and the wife of the owner of the ranch and her new son Robert.Louis took off his hat as he had come in, he perched on Cammy's desk and said "Cammy I have invited Pat to take a ride and then a swim, you want to go?" Cammy said "I. I used the alias of John Smith but I felt certain my true identity was bandied about behind my back by mean-spirited drinking companions.One of the buxom hostesses went by the name of Mary Knockers and she was so top-heavy that I often marveled at her skill in staying upright when balancing a tray of ale. Her close female companion was called Meg and she was a right skinny bitch with practically no breastworks at all. They made an odd pair but I got the vibe that they were close on many things.