I had noticed two females that seemed to be daughter and mother, they would come in early morn and stay in their room. The young girl was close to my ...ge and very light skinned, the one I thought was her mother was some what darker and had a heavier build. One morning I was returning from an all night party and was just a little bit drunk. I saw them as they pulled in and the elder of the two ran from the car saying something about '...can't hold it much longer need to get into the toilet...' . With mighty vigour, the blade parted flesh. An unseemly and off-putting amount of flesh was carved out in a red-gashed line for all to see, off-putting before my very eyes was this sight of heinous carnage. His left arm hung useless from the wound, nearly sheared off by the slice, shield arm useless, and so he stood, his white gambeson dyed red with streaks of blood, beautiful in a way, but also distressing, off-putting. The warhorse did the rest to the pain stricken man, kicked and bit and. The skirt was full and, with the number of petticoats she had under it, it looked like she was ready to go dancing. Especially when my eyes got down to those high-heeled boots.But I could only spare a moment to look at her pretty legs. Her face was glowing. Her blonde hair hung in ringlets beneath the brim of her white Stetson. Those sparkling eyes, just took my breath away. I hardly noticed her father walking with her until he placed her hand in mine.“Take good care of her, son,” he said.. " Horses?" Yes. Sarah spends all of her free time at the stables down the lane." Jane shook her head."God! What sort of mother am I? I knew nothing about that."Marilyn returned carrying a tray."I thought we could eat out here. It's so nice; we should enjoy the weather while it lasts." Jane got up saying."Can I help?" Marilyn nodded."Yes. There are a couple more trays to bring out if you don't mind." I moved the table to the shade and arranged the chairs similarly. I couldn't help but think why.