I hope you don’t mind. Strangely, I used to have a Black Lab whose name was also Max.”“Now I recognize you! You’re the only bus driver who tak...s the time to wave to me.” Her interest being alerted.“I nicknamed you Doris because you remind me of the actress, Doris Day. Your facial features and blonde hair-style and slim figure resemble her’s so much.”“Yes, I’ve been compared to her many times,” she smiled. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for saving my life.”“No repayment is necessary. Just. Do you think you could fetch him early?" I will go check, my lady." Thank you, Eliza."She bristled going out the door.Jimmy was ready. He followed Miss Braxton's as she walked ahead to make sure he was not seen in areas of the estate one would not see a groom and especially entering into Lady Catherine's chamber.Jimmy waited around the corner as Miss Braxton was at the door. Certainly Lady Catherine would forgive her for not knocking this one time. She opened the door and frantically waved. The event was widely known for bringing out the wildest attendees and the antics I expected from my wife wouldn't seem out of place. We'd attended this event several years, earlier in our marraige and I had several ideas of ways to exploit her new motivations. After a great deal of debate, we chose our costumes for the night in question. I'm a 'big dude', to say the least. Standing at over six and a half feet tall and tipping the scale at nearly four hundred pounds, I've been called a "mountain. Sometimes he would stroke her hair, but for the most part, he ignored her. I figured that was part of the game, so I played along nonplussed. Hot wings were in the oven, the smell of her cooking was immistakeable and at one point or another she would ask permission to get up and go check on the food using the softest and most polite of speech she could muster. Until, she made one mistake...The food was about ready I suppose and in her haste to not let it overcook she failed to mind her tone."I.