Her hands seemed to be almost givinghim life as he stirred into a response. She said: "This is my husband,David Feilding." Pleased to me you Gary," D...vid said, the word appearing to clearsomething from his throat. "I would jump up to greet you but I am afraidthe second stroke in a year has put paid to that. I want to tell you thatyou are very welcome here. You can stay as long as you like." Thank you sir," said Gary. He knew that he liked this man. His humorshone through whatever was his. “As if you didn’t know.” When I just stared blankly at her, she laughed again and said, “Google it. Now, where’s your costume?”“I don’t really—” I started to say.She gave a little fake scream. “You have to have a costume!” Looking around, she saw a white straw Panama hat, with a wide brim, hanging near the door; I wore it to keep the sun off of my face and neck while working in the yard. “Go put on a flannel shirt,” she said. “The jeans you’re wearing are fine. You can be a cowboy.”When I came. It was clear she worked out and the definition in her legs and shoulders would give any man thoughts. While she wore her clothes cut on the loose side, her bathing suit revealed more. I preferred the suit.She dove in and swam with strong strokes across the pool and back. She tossed her head and her hair shed water like a duck. She laughed and leaned back as she let go of the side. She swam for the next ten minutes while I sat and admired her skill. She always loved the water and she hadn't lost. He headed back in the direction he came from and Jean followed, again staying hidden in the trees but was now near one hundred fifty feet from the road. She adjusted her shotgun back over her shoulder after stumbling over a hidden rock and nearly losing her balance. The spell in her mind broke but not forgotten. She hadn't noticed she was closer to the road. Ben continued to walk for several minutes toward the unseen driveway entrance of her house and would be in about a mile or so. She.