But right now, I'm doing a book on the mountains. I've just come from the Rockies---now the Alps.”"Mountains fascinate you?" Mountains are forever. ...rasslands can be built on or cultivated---changed anyway. Forests can be, and, sadly, are cut down. Rivers can be dammed or diverted. Only the sea rivals the longevity of the mountains." Mountains can be climbed."His grey-tinted head shook, "Headlines tell you that so-and-so conquered Everest. There was no conquest. The mountain permitted him. I'm sorry for suggesting that you're too keen on using violence. I saw how you risked your life and almost died to save those two little boys. You're amazing when I think about it. Forgive me?" How can I ever be upset with you? I spend my days thinking about you when I'm not with you. You let me determine how to handle the bad men and I'll let you guide me past the bad women. How's that?" asked Steve as he put his arm around Gwen's waist and walked with her.The weekend came quickly and Saturday. I was not going tohogtie myself this morning, but would use the long rope for my arms andbreasts. I laid the ropes on the bed, ready for action.I wanted to simulate a kidnapping, so I held the wad of cloth in myright hand and the wrist coil in my left. I walked toward the door,innocently clicking my heels on the floor. Then I pulled my left armbehind me and stuffed the wad into my mouth with my right hand.Mmmphing and struggling against myself, I pushed the wad in, thenpulled my right arm. She’s often taken the k**s climbing. Yesterday she made up an amazing picnic and spent the day with them at the lake. They all enjoyed themselves so much that they’re doing the same again today. I drag myself out of bed and make it downstairs in time to join them for breakfast. Sarah’s baked croissants again. She always does at the weekend. The k**s love it. I sit looking at her over the breakfast table, as she laughs and jokes with the k**s, I’m thinking ‘What women bake their own croissants?….