Monroe and we left. On the ride home my mom asked me what happened while I was there. I told her the same story as Mr. Monroe had and it wasnt brought...up again. The next day in school was long and Mr. Monroes daughter, Kaite, kept on asking me why her dad wanted me to help him at the tack shop instead of her. Although, I knew why. I just kept telling her it was because I ride and know what horses need and that she needed to practice for the swim team. CHAPTER 3 The next Saturday rolled around. I am in 5th place nationally by only 6 points. The competition is tough and I have got my hands full here. I know I can do it.National Finals week is a very busy time. It's held in Las Vegas at the Thomas and Mack center. The arena is just a little tight, but not bad. The whole town is so alive and busy. The lights, the casinos, the people.....it's all so fascinating to me. Phil did not qualify, but came with me to boost my morale and keep me up for the event. I ride the last night of. One day I found myself alone in the house for a reason that I no longer remember - I must have been about f******n at the time. It was rather a large house and my sister and I shared the use of one the bathrooms. She tended to have untidy habits and had taken to leaving her stockings and suspenders lying around on the bathroom floor. There they were again - dark brown coffee coloured stockings and a rather nice white lace suspender belt. Only this time she had left a pair of her stilettos with. I am not quite sure what it was. Butit was there for sure. One night, after I had cooked dinner and hadserved her, I stood obediently next to my wife, waiting for permission toaddress her.She looked at me. "What is it, maid?" Madame Beringer, I think someone is looking at me."She laughed. "What gives you that idea, maid?" Madame Beringer, as I move around the house from room to room, at timesI glance out the window and I think I see eyes looking here."My wife laughed again, continued her dinner.