.." Her head turnedto Elizabeth, staring into her eyes. "...is good, I meant to say.I...I feel like...like I can get away when I?m around you. I?m soh...ppy I met you tonight."Liz smiled, rubbing the tips of her fingers along Tamara?s cheek. "Didyou want me to stay with you tonight? At your place, if you have one?" I do," Tamara answered. "I do have my own place, I mean," Her ownhands went to push locks of hair out of Liz?s face. "And I?d likethat. I really would."Liz giggled cutely at this,. ”“Yes. A sixteenth century translation reprinted by an American university press.”“Oh. That’s Harington. He’s far from accurate and he cut thousands of Ariosto’s lines. But he tells a fine story in English verse.”“Well, I’ve followed the action so far and enjoyed it.”“I’m even more amazed. I never imagined I’d meet an Australian who would read and enjoy a verse romance.”“Just living in Australia is romance; and there’s plenty of Australian verse – Banjo Paterson, Henry Lawson, Gig Ryan, Les. Brads a big boy about six foot two and hes really well put together. I know he can bench press two hundred fifty pounds because he used to brag about it. As I said we live in a small town about ten miles outside of Lincoln. I grow a lot of corn and some wheat and even though there aint a lot of money in it, I also make some additional money with my internet business. Hey just because Im a farmer doesnt mean Im a dumb hick. I guess Brad thought I was at the time. I dont reckon he thinks so any. What did he mean?Phil made Sally stand close against it, and adjusted the height of the beam so it was level with her waist, too high for her to bend over if she was meant to keep her feet on the ground. But anyway that wasn't what was required.She was shocked when she discovered Phil's intentions. "This is what is called a Wooden Pony. In my next story Jennifer is going to ride one of these, and I want Sally to ride it now so she can tell me how it feels, and I can then accurately describe.