Funnily enough, I was more worried about losing my dignity by weeping at the funeral than anything else. I didn't want to disgrace Grandpa's memory.Th...t week, the political shenanigans at Westminster finally sorted themselves out. Ted Heath had tried to form a coalition with the Liberals in order to retain power; Jeremy Thorpe demanded too much in the way of electoral reform, so Harold Wilson and Labour formed a minority government. Without control of the House of Commons, and with the newly. Without warning, Brenda was suddenly bouncing around like she was in an earthquake. She had automatically reached for the horn, at his comment, and gripped it frantically as she felt like she was being tossed three feet into the air. One foot came out of the stirrup, and she wailed, knowing she was going to fall.“Whoa,” said Bob, and both horses slowed to a walk again. They had only gone thirty feet.He looked at her, without smiling.“See what I mean?”“Ow,” she said, leaning to rub at her. You need to calm down and work out why, okay.'A momentary flash of anger rose up up before I quashed it and nodded.Asking Janey to stay there I got up and pulled out some salt, my bedding and a stick of the damn chilli incense from my pack, walking slightly away from the camp. Sitting down, I lit the incense and started an extended calming ritual, trying to work out why I was so easily angered.Scraping out a circle in the ground, I laid the bedding on top, sitting down. I collected a handful of. Jen reached out and firmly grabbed my wrist, pulling me through the entryway. I caught a whiff of her soapy-clean scent and just the slightest hint of arousing perfume. I just wanted to grab her shoulders and throw her up against the wall-- taking what I wanted most in the moment, but alas, I hesitated.“Why don’t we go into the bathroom and have a little chat,” she said, guiding me immediately in towards the shower the moment my feet hit the foyer. Jen closed the bathroom door behind us and.