But as the eveningwore on, I finally gave up. I went to Grace's bedroom, into her closet.I removed the lingerie I'd hastily thrown into her clothes h...mper earlier,folded them up, and then checked on my breast forms that I'd hidden on hershelf. I returned them to the box that helped them maintain their shape. Lastly, I located my wig and straightened it out. I then returnedeverything where they belonged, and returned to the balcony. I checkedeverything out, careful not to leave a mess for. “Why?” Roy asked.“It will be easier to hit a target at 10 yards if you can hit one at 25 yards,” she told him. He looked skeptical.“Try it,” I told him before Chris and I started firing on our targets. When we pulled them back, we were disappointed.“Those are damn good targets for 25 yards,” the caretaker told us on looking at them.“We’re way off today,” I told him in return, as Chris and I posted new targets and reloaded our pistols. The next targets were better but not our best still the. Yesterday we shared a joke that broke the professional ice, and I've found that Alex will come to my office and ask me to join him for a coffee each time he goes to the staff room. We often get coffee and sit outside alone to talk. At first it was about work, the role, upcoming challenges, but slowly it has turned to more personal topics about life, family, experiences, aspirations. These gestures in themselves are not overly exciting, but I've found that my heart has started racing when I hear. But she missed him, and so she got herself the job at ITI in London. Some days she'd commute the hour and half to London from Bath, other nights she'd stay with him. Then she discovered that on the nights when she went back to Bath, he was a busy little chap! And now she's bitter and twisted and man-shy.She was fairly emotional in her telling the story. I suspected that I was the first person she'd told it to as one complete tale. She didn't give me an opening to suggest that we might date, and.