“It’s a Renaissance theme,” she dismissed patiently.“Oh...” I eyed her. “So is that the official theme, or the secret one for people ‘in...the know’?”“Come on, Matt! Who do you think you’re dealing with here?”“Um, you?”She sniggered. “Fine. But Alice is in the know, at least. So don’t worry, we’ll be cool if we show up in black.”“Well, I actually don’t care that much about the theme either way. I’m just going to wear whatever and have a good time.”“No, you’ll be in black.”“I don’t think so. I got. All of the men in the outposts had sense enough to abandon their exposed positions and to retreat to one of the two bastions. Nobody was seriously wounded, though a few did have scratches from near misses.The Methodist church was the first to feel the wrath of the invaders; it began to show flames soon after it was abandoned. Why did they burn it? The Mexicans could have used the steeple as an observation point, if nothing else. On the other hand, the saloon across the street wasn't burned. She smiles and says ok. She got home exited to see him tomorrow and looks through her clothes. She usually wears loose fitting clothes, not any thing that would stand out. She has a thin body small breast and a small behind, she is 5'8, and she has cherry red hair down to her shoulders. She always wears it up. She wears some average looking glasses. She never wears makeup. She wonders what he's doing. She tries to put on make up. She looks in the mirror and is unhappy. She wipes the make up. She was all sugar and spice until the moment of truth arrived and then she turned into a wild tiger difficult to control without some sort of physical leverage to make her behave and take her medicine like a good little girl. I discovered all that real early in our relationship, before my widowed mother married her divorced father in a ceremony that made our happy humping into a cardinal sin just because of a silly scrap of paper. Her pa became my daddy and my ma became her mom and now we were.