Back downstairs, I saw that Holly was feeling a little sore again; Diane was plainly completely wrung out. Despite their mild protests, I went into th... kitchen to make breakfast. By the time I was done, both of them had been drawn into the kitchen by the smell of bacon and cheese omelets, hash browns, and toasted English muffins. Diane set the table while Holly got us all set up with milk and orange juice; by the time they were done, I was too, and delivered the plates to the breakfast nook. The dark-haired daughter of Robin Hood was kneeling in docile reverie inside the tiny chapel next to the main gathering room of the castle when Sir Lawrence strode in with all the pomp and circumstance of a Knights Templar intent on his mission to communicate with God. She huddled under the shield of her forest green hood and tried her best to shrink into a puddle of invisibility in the corner pew made of hand-split oak. She drew her cloak tighter around her shivering body hoping the handsome. She had felt so much pain that the girl didn't realize that her skirt had pulled all the way up to her hips."Where's it hurt?" her brother asked."Ow! There...easy!" she winced. Johnny gently began rubbing his sister's leg and gradually the pain started subsiding. After a few minutes, she said,"It's better now, John-boy. Thanks."Johnny continued massaging her leg and now that his sister seemed to be okay he himself began to relax. It was at this time that the boy realized that he had a full view. He didn't wait for her answer before continuing. "As you know I ride well a few of us are considering doing a nude ride, mainly as a publicity stunt. The rides are common in Europe, not so here so we thought to have a go and introduce the ride, if it fails, well we tried. At the minute there are eight of us and that includes three women, wives of some of the riders. However, to introduce it to other riders we thought we would produce a leaflet, similar to one you now have in which there would.