A groom was there already holding Miss Maynard's horse in readiness. She appeared not more than two minutes later, dressed in a red riding costume tha... complimented her own colours and accentuated her trim figure. She climbed her chestnut mare with the groom's assistance and gave Anson a smile pointing to a path leading in northern direction."I shall follow your lead, Miss Maynard, and trust your sense of direction," Anson declared.Following her lead at first also allowed him to watch her lithe. "Tammy. I'm not gay if that's what you are getting at." Honey ... I know your not gay ... I was just wondering if you everfantasized about being with another man and pretending you are doingeverything a woman would do for a man."I didn't know how to answer her question because I think I may havefantasized about it several times but how could I tell her it wasonly a fantasy and not something I really wanted to do.I gave Tammy a kiss and put my hand on the back of her head, "It'sonly been a. She would be so glad to get out of these crumpled work clothes and she twisted the waistband of her skirt so that she could more easily reach the button and zipper which she quickly unfastened. Having stepped out of it she hung it on the hanger and then added her jacket to it. With a huge sigh of relief she pushed her tights down over her hips and then sat down beside her bag to remove them from her legs. Feeling the air around her flesh was so refreshing after several hours at her desk, even. "They switched on the battery packs to their tape recorders and made sure the tiny microphones were still taped securely to their chests. Hector flipped a coin for 'who got the food court' and the two went their separate ways.Jonas bought a bottle of water and began to stroll down the walkway, pausing every twenty yards or so, to scope out any women shopping alone. Looks were his top priority, followed by age. Nothing over twenty-five was standard for the masquerade. A single female, perfect.