She had the radio playing radio 2 and she was reading one of my books.“Just a quick shower, and I’ll be with you,” I said passing the door of th... kitchen.“Want your back scrubbed?” she asked with a salacious grin.“You’d get your clothes wet,” I said.“I wouldn’t be wearing any.”“Then I’m absolutely sure the shower would take too long and I’d be late for work.”She laughed cheerfully and went back to her book. She had no intention of joining me in the shower, though I wondered as I lathered my. I have a magazine to get out. And we have a contract. I expect it to be honored."As she was dictating into her phone, Raoul, the nineteen year old college student who worked as her house boy walked by. Katie made a pointing gesture towards the living room, which he fully understood. "Looking forward to your compliance. Regards. Katherine McClair, Editor-In-Chief."She pressed the 'send' button as the bare-chested Raoul returned. Scrolling down to the next problem that needed addressing, she. I surprised myself as I slipped the top loop of the bowstring into the notch. I had always heard that the English Yew Longbow was the hardest weapon to use. I tried to draw the bow into firing position. There was a little strain in doing that, but I still managed to draw it fully back. Easing back to neutral, I pointed to a long narrow box about 5 feet long. I was right, it was the arrows for this marvel. I took out the first of the 3 foot long shafts. It was a marvel of the fletcher's art. It. S. but my being of Scottish decent drove me to come to Glasgow. I’ve always wanted to live here before I had even seen its beauty in person. When I came here a couple years ago, I decided I’d move from the U.S. to live in Scotland. I don’t really think I’m doing it as an act of homage to my ancestors but simply out of admiration for such a gorgeous land. Another reason I came here was to stay in a mixed hostel where I could maybe find some interesting people, more or less a female. I have.