“I beg your pardon but I’m not able,” Porter explained with humility.“Put up your sword and fight!” she snarled.Porter was leaning on his sw...rd with his head down. The sweat was dripping from his forehead and into his eyes. Without warning Leeza swung her blade and took out his sword from underneath him. He took a step sideways trying to regain his balance as he stared into her angry eyes with incredulity. She swung again and with the flat of her blade slapped him solidly on his rump. Porter. This is how it was all those years ago at school and how it has been every night in my dreams ever since. Please don't judge me too harshly; I would change if I could but this is what my heart demands and all my head can do is follow blindly along. In truth, the only thought in my head as I left the café was how could I possibly get ready for him in only five hours.I have 43 possible outfits scattered across the floor of my bedroom. Some are plainly unsuitable but there are at least a dozen. When they pulled up to the valet parking at the hotel, Bob started to open the door. Casey caught his arm. "Wait, honey, let the boy open it."Just then a grinning teenage boy opened the car door. As Bob swung his legs around to get out, the slit in the dress opened to reveal his complete leg. He heard the sudden gasp of the boy as the teenager helped him exit the car. Bob's heart jumped. He looked at the boy's face and saw the horny young eyes staring at the body in the black dress.Casey came. Someone had rescued the hotel for a B&B. The owners added the piano bar to draw some local business as well. The lady who owned the B&B and her daughter played the piano. They were both very, very good. The mother played show turns and light comedy music, while the daughter did a lot of classic rock. In other words the music was great fun. They served drinks and a couple of different sandwiches with a railroad theme.I had a glass of wine but nothing more. I didn't even like wine, but it was.