“Would you let a lad piss his gravy into you if you were a lass?”“I would if that wouldn’t put a roast in my oven.”“Then that’s not a pr...blem,” he said. “And what do you want this lass of yours to look like? Compare her to you on this mirror.” He conjured up a mirror, floating over the pentacle. I saw myself: a lad of eighteen, only three years into wizard school, still tall and gangly, with a long face with a few pimples on it, and messy brown hair. “First, no pimples,” I said. The. I saw the sadness in her eyes when I kissed her cheek. Hurrying to my truck I sat in the driver’s seat for a moment to take in the smell of new upholstery. The engine fired first time and ran like a dream. Shifting the selector into gear I gave Mom a wave as I reversed down the driveway into the street. It was a short drive but I took a few wrong turns as I started to get the feel of my new wheels. I pulled up out front of her house and smiled to myself as I honked the horn twice. I saw a. I suddenly realised I was not alone without my knowledge a lady on a horse was watching me from a few metres away I hadn’t heard her approaching the ground was soft and I didn’t hear the horses hooves,, she came nearer and I stopped what I was doing slightly embarrassed by my situation. She dismounted her chestnut coloured horse and walk towards me.She was stunning in her black knee length boots, skintight jodhpurs and white blouse, she took her riding hat off to reveal her brunette hair tied. Old son. So here is how it happen Tony (my boss) and myself were working on an account very hard late nites and long hard days this account could be the begining of something great to the frim so it was a must do sort of thing, after three weeks of this we findly came up with the right campain for the client and it felt great, The frim was happy I was happy and Tony was happy so happy he took all of us and are others out for drinks. My man Jim wanted to go but, we had no babysitter at the.