When the fight finally ended and the last of the attackers fled into the underbrush, I sank down to my knees in the grass outside the inn, gasping for...air and dripping with sweat. Those around me turned instantly to trying to put out the fires: shouting and bringing pails of water from the well and the water troughs. Within a few minutes the fires were under control. The girl – whoever she was – was nowhere to be seen. From inside the inn came angry shouting and after a couple of moments I. Morning was a blessing, as Sidra came in to ask how they were coping with the flock of babies. One started crying as soon as she arrived, so a zonked-out Reg called out, “Deal with that one please, Sidra. We need some sleep after a busy night!”Reg and Frances slept late, never noticing when Jessica came in to feed Rex again, nor Elizabeth coming in to allow Sidra to have her beakfast. It was only when Sandra burst in that they woke.“Mr Robertson! Mrs Robertson!”“Yes, Sandra? What is it?”“I’ve. Damn Joe, you are forgetting this is just a crazy vivid dream. This would never happen in the real world and you know it. Don't fight it!When I got into the shower I half expected her to get in naked with me. Instead she stood outside the tub at just the right place to get me wet where she wanted and then scrub me with only her hands and arms getting wet. I was soon squeaky clean, dried and then sitting in a chair reclined back with a hot towel on my face. Very carefully the woman lathered me. Understand. This is a beautiful family tradition, originally intended as a surprise ... a pleasant surprise, if you will, especially for the husbands. But also the wives, of course,” Horace smiled after Enid coughed a bit.My father-in-law was definitely a straight guy and that was a good thing from my perspective. He was not my type. He was, however, a pleasant enough and ruggedly handsome fellow, just very keen on the whole summer wife tradition. His own summer wife was Francine, much to my.