"I'll bet she comes down those stairs dressed up as fine as you've ever seen her. Just for you, David."David was shaking his head. "Grandpa, this is a...l just bizarre." David, David, David. I keep telling you. Most women put on a spirited front, pretend to be all rational and reserved, but they just want to be ridden. They want a man strong enough to bend them to his will and ride them for all they're worth. Keep your eyes open. You'll see. And I'll point out the ones that are really like that,. I was broke, to say the least; and making ends meet moving furniture for my uncle's company. "Damn, Ollie; you can really throw a couch around!" I remember him saying one day; and he was right. I was 6'6, 310 lbs of pure Minnesota meathead. "You should enter one-a those Strongman competitions!" I did, and I won. Easily. 9 months later and I was in the finals with my pockets full and my nuts empty thanks to a little cardio bunny from the gym I'd been smashing on the side.That all changed when. “Oh fuck,” she said, staring at the screen and probably for the first time seeing the sly mockery in Jay’s face. “Oh fuck, what have I done?”It’s funny how people say such mundane things in a crisis. Actually I may be being unfair because for the next five minutes Carol had her head in her hands muttering things my bugs couldn’t pick up; maybe those were deep words of wisdom. The clip stopped when she the call ended and the screen went blank. Carol got up and glanced around the room at the rest. A bar stood at one corner of the patio, the bartender checking the glasses and wiping any fingerprints that may have escaped the dishwasher from them and placing them in the rack, which hung above his head. In the other corner was a small quartet of stringed instruments, each player tuning his device. She strode past the tables, the bartender and the quartet and entered the ballroom through the large doors that opened onto the patio. The room was lined with tall candlesticks, each one.