Thought Id share it again under my new nameI had a dream last night. This is not your normal shagged a girl until she screamed and begged; it was more...realistic than that. I felt it had happened already. That’s what was so, almost upsetting about it.I was away sailing on my boat, it was somewhere warm and there were people with me who I seemed to know well. We had all jumped over the side and had been skinny-dipping, nothing new for me and I’ve done it for so long I consider it normal practice.. I need someone to Photoshop me, not paint me.”“Well, let’s go back a bit,” I suggested. “Let’s say you’ve never seen me—in other words, like five minutes ago. How did you imagine me?”“I imagined you had a beard,” she began. “I thought you would have long, narrow hands and an angular face. I thought you might have long hair, probably pulled back in a ponytail. You were taller.”“Were you disappointed?”“Perhaps. But not anymore. The artist I imagined was not very bright.” We laughed and the ice. This time they went south finding a luxury hotel at the southern end of the Gower Peninsula. The weather was fine if rather cold but they walked and talked. They also went to a choral concert in Swansea. Reg relaxed and Eleanor helped him to do so, not in a sloppy, over-caring way but gently and encouragingly."Belle," he said as they lay in bed on their final night. Belle had become his pet name for her. "Belle, I've fallen in love with you all over again. I never thought I could love you more. " But ... but that's not..." That's not negotiable!" Dale snapped. "I will in no way interfere with your work. If everything goes perfectly, Faith will never know that I was nearby. If she is moved between rooms, you are to tell that woman the room number." He pointed to the agent."Is there some kind of a threat?" the very nervous assistant asked."She is in a situation where we need to be extra cautious. We are being married in two days and I will not allow anything to happen to upset her.".