Let's get out there and this night over."Hermione was hurt that her husband did not return I love you. "Quitbeing a baby. I cannot believe you did not...say I love you back. That isnot how a husband treats his wife"As Sammy quickly left the bathroom she quipped back, "Hermione, we justcovered this. I am not your husband tonight. You are the one who said,so you should not expect me to treat you like I am married to you."Hermione knew right then tonight was not going as well as she thought.It would. "Run!" her companion screamed, and like lightening ran herself into the nearesthayloft. The visions of drabness were pierced by light. Her hopes, her salvationfrom her fate; she readied herself. As the regaling dressed beasts came into view, and she saw the prince's darkhair contrasted with the light blue sky, she pretended to run away from theonslaught of hooves, but purposefully lost her footing in her long skirts andfell in front of the lead stallion. Cursing herself, she'd really injured. "Oh great," the dark haired slightly over weight guy said when he saw me. "Don't tell me you're here to play."Taken aback, I only peeped out a "I guess I am." Look at it this way, Frankie," the shorter, skinnier pug nosed sandy brown haired guy said. "We'll be the first to see how good he really is."Sensing they were trying to intimidate me to favor their odds, I smiled brightly and asked, "Have you ever seen a pig fuck a cow?"When they opened their mouths to respond, all they heard come out of. When she'd informed me that we were going to Royal Ascot, I'd been delighted. I loved horses, had ridden a little, and as a teenager had desperately wanted one. But daddy’s indulgences didn’t extend to fillies and on that subject, he had totally resisted his daughter's wiles.But the idea of a day with horses, fashion and Royals, filled me with excitement. I had done Royal Randwick of course, but this was a class above Sydney, for one thing there were actually Royals.Cyn had bought me a floral.