She'll read it very slowly ... com-for-da-bull."The next two are Compliments of mousepotatoesThree little old ladies are sitting on the nursing home p...rch talking about this and that.One holds her hands about a foot apart and says "I remember going to the store and buying cucumbers this long."Another one says, "Yeah and you could get oranges this bit around," giving a good dimension with her hands.The last little lady says, "I can't hear a word you're saying, but I know who you're talking. There was a lot of talk on the local Rock Springs country music station about the storm and conditions in various locations. Most of it didn't sound like the storm was as bad in other places as it was here, and I wondered about that. It helped pass the time, but also got me to wondering, how we were going to leave here?While I had a heavy winter coat and had definitely needed it when bringing in the firewood and the water, the women didn't have coats – winter or otherwise. The four wheel drive. "You made it. Where have you been?" Tracy shouted being overly friendly and kissed me passionately. "Hi guys." I said waving to the group of black men. They all looked at me and smiled smugly.I sat next to Tracy and we chatted to the group mainly about sports."We should organise an office bowling night." Steve suggested."So you can watch Tracy bend over all night." One of the guys blurted out.Tracy and Steve looked over at me to gage my reaction. I laughed. They all laughed. "Well she does have. Stepping over thethreshold didn’t commit her to anything. Not thisthreshold anyway. She shivered with deliciousanticipation. Patricia had told her about the other thresholdwith a wicked gleam in her eyes.A man, who looked nothing like an Arabian knight, lether in, consulted his appointment book and gave her aslightly unnerving smile, as he slipped her credit cardthrough his machine.‘Go through, Miss Hargreaves. You are expected.’She found herself in a room exactly as Patricia haddescribed..