Friday was usually fairly quiet I remember, and I would watch the men and try to understand their play. One of them was named Reg, a friend of my Dad'.... He was so much a friend that I had called him ‘Uncle Reg’ for years. Family relationships and respect for older people demanded a proper form of address . Reg was single and lived with his sister, also single, in a street quite close to ours. As we walked to the club he would come out and walk with us, and was always very pleasant and would. Dinner was very French! There was a large dimly lit dining room with lots of tables, of which two or three were currently occupied; the waiter showed us to one that was set for eight and removed a couple of place settings. There were two bottles of red wine already on the table, he gestured to them and when Adrian nodded, he whipped out his corkscrew and opened them.“Aimez-vouz les cous-cous?”We nodded vigorously, although none of us actually had a clue what they were – we just assumed that it. Ms. Maynard chuckled and said, "How cute!" She licked her lips, brought her face down next to mine, and then began rubbing her warm, soft cheek against my own. "Mmmhhh, your cheek is so soft, Enyo," she said, kissing the crook of my neck. Soon Ms. Maynard's mouth was hovering over mine; I could feel her lower lip against my own as her hot breath tickled my chin. Seconds passed by and we still didn't kiss. I knew she was playing with me. Suddenly her pink tongue darted out and into my. Grinning, she showed me the two bolts, both with no blood on them. “It work good,” she said proudly, giving me a wifely I-told-you-so look.When I turned back to the battlefield, it was a bloody mess--their blood and mess. Taking full advantage of our superior range and faster rate of fire, our archers annihilated the French archers and slaughtered the greatly reduced charging cavalry. The bodies of the two nobles who shot at me and their horses lay almost where they had been when they released.