It was open to the “S” entries.As I sat on the sofa, Tamara brought me sweet tea and they both started peppering me with questions.What was Califo...nia really like? Was I married? Did I have a girlfriend? What was my CAP score?When I objected to the direction that the questions were headed, they said that they were both over 14 and were adults. I really didn’t have a rejoinder to that. They showed me their CAP cards, but with an AI link in my skull, I had all their scores available for recall. " So Ian prepped another horse for the ride and Lady Gordon waited patiently, eyeing him the whole time. Together they rode out onto the moors. They talked about the lands and the game on the estate. "Ian, you are out ghillie's son, are you not?" "Yes, ma'am. Born and raised on the estate. I am good at the hunt, but I prefer to care for horses. Your husband was good enough to let me take on the groom's role when old Smith passed." "You do a great job, Ian. Our horses had never been so healthy. Once inside it was pretty secured with no interference. So I asked her didn’t she feel scared about the whole thing. And she goes when I was walking up to her car she checked me out totally. What I wore, my watch, my car and how I was very gentle in my talks. And she decided I was ok. Well so far so good. She offered me a beer and which I gladly accepted, I really needed one to calm me down.As we kept talking about our lives I bent forward and kissed her on her cheeks. The next second our. But, my mind ever so concerned about my vanity would have none of it and so I found myself restored even before the smelling salts were within a smelling distance. And that is how I lost my chance of a brief respite. Walking down the aisle was another challenge, of course it would not have seemed as such had I been but wearing the usual kid-skin slippers .But as fate would have it, I walked in 5 inches high wedge like things, courtesy to my new wardrobe and husband who had apparently chosen the.