She made us a couple of plates of some really good pulled pork. We ate that and had a beer. Steph was really easy to talk to, she didn’t seem like t...e same “standoffish” woman that most people in the office see her as.Her team got the ball first and marched down the field and scored. 7-0. Stephanie jumped up and screamed! Gave me a little taunt and sat back down.She asked me if I wanted to bet on the game. "How about we bet dares?" I’ll admit, I was a little confused. "If your team scores, I. . okay, I might be assuming here, but I'm not looking for anything else." She hoped she hadn't assumed too much. For all she knew, he'd wanted a friendly peck on the cheek. However, she didn't think she was that inept at reading a guy's signals and so had guessed he'd wanted a bit more. She couldn't tell if he looked disappointed or not as he studied her. "Hmmm." His non-reply didn't calm her nerves. "And what does that mean?" She tried to keep her tone light. "Nothing. Just means I'll have to. I vowed I would never do another pageant again even though I was second runner-up.The good that came from it was I met Tony Grant who was the photographer for the event. He came to our home and had a long talk with my parents. Mr. Grant was just out of college and could already see he didn’t want to do portraits and weddings the rest of his life. He’d done a few pageants and he told my parents that I had a unique look. He suggested that I could make a living being a model.My dad liked that idea. " He jumped over the balcony, much to my surprise, but he floated softly down to the floor, landing gracefully on his feet. "I am Sir John Johnson IV, the owner of the manor, and a magician!" upon saying this, he bowed deeply, a bouquet of flowers shooting out into his hand, which he handed to Charlie, the nearest to him."Uhh, thanks," she said to the eccentric man."It is me who should say thanks! I have grown quite bored, and your company would be much appreciated," he said in response. "I.