The redhead is Drenka, the brunette Olga." So why are they called Tillycoat and Nibley." They're the names of two nannies that once worked here when L...rd Dammartin was a child." How many other girls have there been?" Caroline asks. "I don't mean servants — girls like me." Too many." And does his wife always pay interest in his girls. Caroline said she didn't." She rarely does. She has her own diversions. You're honoured." Oh? What kind of diversions?" I don't tell tales. I know which side my. “You won’t make it and you know it,” he said softly, his breath puffing against her ear, “especially now that I can get you undressed. Come on, say it, you’re so hot now after just the warm up, how will you feel after a few more minutes of serious attention. Say it, you know you want to, you know you are going to eventually.”My wife shook her head again, but I could see the hesitation in her movement and the uncertainty in her eyes. With a smile Jim went back to kissing Brenda and she returned. We looked, and glassed until we found a small herd of about 15 animals late that afternoon. Since the temperature was cool we decided to kill the animals now. I asked if the girls wanted to shoot the animals, they said they did not really care, and would just keep watch while I shot. I moved up to within about 300 yards and set up. I picked our 3 young bulls, and shot 3 times. They all fell in seconds. I know why the old timers liked big bore guns. We moved toward the herd and they moved off. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Don’t worry babe. Tomorrow you will feel better,” I responded. “I’m going out for a walk ok?” “Be careful,” Patricia said, as I quietly exited the room, carefully assuring that the door would not slam. * I walked through the empty lobby and saw Arlene behind the counter. She was smartly dressed in a long sleeved white blouse, a crisp black vest and perfectly pressed black slacks. Her braided hair reached below her shoulders; the ends whimsically tied to white beads..