I wasdistracted enough by this task to not think too hard about the situationat hand which was a small relief because as we passed through the entryha...l, I looked at the ceiling-to-floor mirror to the side of the hall andsaw what a sorry sight I was:Desperately clutching the hand of far taller and clearly dominant man wasme, in the flesh, bouncing along two steps behind him. My face was stillbright bright red from shame and the impact of his hands, and my longishhair was even messier than. " Tell me about an experience with one of your sisters then." Okay, This is about my first experiences with my sisters. Now just sit back and read. Just give me a letter now and then like "k" just so I'll know you are still there." Can't I ask questions as you go along?" Sure Crissy, But you don't need to." Okay, go ahead"Chapter 2 - Bob's tale"Well, My older sisters were 2 and 4 years older than me. My youngest sister was about 2 years younger. I was about 11 I think at the time so the oldest. He wondered what Sir Arthur would have made of it. At nearby Widecombe, merriment had been scheduled, in the form of visiting Morris dancers. To Jack’s untrained eye, this consisted of men and women dressed in frilly shirts and floppy hats, wearing bells wherever bells could be worn, waving handkerchiefs, and wielding sticks dangerously. This was all done to the lively music of someone playing a squeeze-box. Every so often, sticks would engage, resulting in a loud clack. And every so often. The driver was already passing the case into the aircraft, as Sukky boarded. Flying Ryanair doesn’t prepare you for private jet travel. The seats were leather, there was plenty of room. There was no fight for a seat, Sukky was the only passenger. They took off. The steward, brought her a glass of mineral water. She went up to the cockpit, and looked out through the windows, as the Netherlands passed swiftly beneath them. Time for a nap, Sukky thought. She had no idea what to expect.They landed.