Many times the asker has no idea he is overstepping the bounds of courtesy thus insulting the giver even further. Often the asker fails to understand ...he subtle hints and feelers the giver is sending and thus neglects to offer said favor. Their standard line when approached about this is, ‘all he had to do was ask’ something the giver is loath to do. As I look at these two cultures, it is not hard for me to see why my first marriage failed, as she definitely was an asker and I am a staunch. "I don't think it's worth getting stuck or going off the road. Stay here for a night, roads will be clear tomorrow." DanyAnne looked unconvinced, so I continued." I've got everything that we need and then some, we can have hot-buttered rum and play games, I'll bust out the grill. You can board the hills and trails on the property if you want."I had to slow down. I didn't want to look too eager, even though who could blame me for wanting some female company?"DanyAnne, you can go a night or two. "My friend needs me," I said to the operator and hung up. I went to Sue, but I also dialed Sherry's cell phone number. She didn't answer the call right away. Her cell phone was probably in her purse.When she finally said hello, I said, "I'm going to need your services as a defense lawyer again." Huh?" she said.I quickly related what had happened."Where are you?" she said."In the woods to the right of the parking lot somewhere," I said, suddenly feeling light-headed."How is Sue?" she said. From. She remembered Fabren Rooft from happier times; when she was a recruit studying under Sir Givens. The man was not a warrior; he was a rancher. He raised goats and the occasional chicken. His skill with a bow came not from idle practice but from hunting; he supplemented his goat meat and chicken meat with venison, squirrel and, when he could, the odd boar. She knew he didn’t belong here, fighting the Red Guard, but she had need of him and he had volunteered. She also knew he really had nothing.