And he quickly made my plate for me. I waited patiently for himto make up his. He sat down, and I was very impressed with his manners. Held his fork...in his left hand cut with his right, put his knife down,took his fork in his right hand, and ate. He kept his left hand on hislap unless cutting his meat. Such little things that have go unnoticedthese days, but it shows a bit of sophistication. He only took bites offood when I did, and he took small bites. I was very impressed. And. But that work ethic paled beside what Sugar bought to the riding arena. Simply put, Sugar turned out to be one of the most athletic horses ever entered in competitive equestrian in Australia. God, it pissed off the la-di-da equestrian types that a slip of a girl came out of the outback with a gigantic horse and jumped fences at will.My parents soon realised we were beyond competing for ribbons at the Dubbo regional show. So, dad drove us down to Sydney to ride against the best. And her name was. ‘Miss Yvette?’ he asked. I smiled. I really liked the way my new name sounded. I nodded. He gave me a curt nod. ‘Your car awaits, Miss.’ I took a breath. Here we go. ‘Lead the way.’ *** My ride was a black Lincoln Towncar, with dark windows and a lot of room in the back. There was a little dry bar stocked with top shelf liquors, and a little compartment for my coat. I stayed away from the alcohol, not wanting to start my first date drunk. I needed to be clear-headed and focused. The driver. He wandered up to the pool deck, and found Freaky swimming in his pool, as usual for this time of day. He sat at the patio table and helped himself to the orange juice that was in the pitcher, pouring it into a clean glass, and waiting for Freaky to finish.Something seemed a little off about the way Freaky was swiming, he seemed to be skim- -ming through the water, and he was swimming faster that he had ever seen him swim before. Faster than it seemed it was even possible. Steetch settled back,.