Her face had an extremely sensual look and her tongue was out, curling and touching the right upper lip area. It was so smoulderingly erotic I gasped.... “I hope that was a good gasp,” she said. “Well yeah. You would have to be dead not to feel sexual looking at this,” I offered. “Oh, does that mean you are getting excited?” she said with a wry sexual smile. “If I was lying on my bed naked on the road with you on the phone I would be erect and rubbing myself.” I said. “Thanks. Now that’s a. Braxton-Clark seemed to revel in hunting down the poor ragged men who burned fences to warm, or poached game to feed, their families. This was not what we had been ordered to do, but he was the son of a local landowner and took the law into his own hands. I did remonstrate with him about the actions he was carrying out, which were quite contrary to our orders, but he just ignored me. He was living in his family home at Braxton Hall, which was located just outside Pewsey, a good two hour ride. The stage had brought in ten or so customers and the place was already smoky when they arrived. My gaze roamed the group but saw no threat. My table companion was a drummer, huckster or peddler, a title he preferred, who traveled relatively freely through the area and was a fount of trivia as long as I bought him beers."No!" the girl said loudly, and I pivoted to take in the scene. The younger man was standing, brown wig slightly askew and weskit undone, and pulling on the girl's arm. She was. ’ Queen smiled and offered her hand saying, ‘If Rose likes you, I suspect you may be the one … it is a pleasure to meet you.’ I extended my right hand to shake hers … but before I could ask her about the odd thing she had just said, Rose rapped me on the knuckles like an ill mannered schoolboy. ‘No’ she said. ‘From this moment forward, when a lady offers her hand, you bow slightly, never loose eye contact, slowly raise her hand and kiss it ever so gently. The only exception,’ she continued, ‘is.