"Helen's at 9." He said it, then he was gone.Strange, I thought. I washed my beat up body and scraps of hair. Once I had removed any dirt that might h...ve attached itself to me, I examined the skin for an breaks. The sensors would tell me if there were any openings to the air. I just looked to make sure there were no scraps that might become a problem.There were none. I had something in a tube that was like super, super glue just in case of emergencies. Since I had no scrapes, I dressed for the. " My heart was pounding as I studied his face. He has just a light twinkle in his eyes as if teasing me and trying not to show it."I love horses," I told him."Doesn't surprise me. Horses are beautiful and sensual creatures," he replied. The horseman and I talked. He was very close to me so we would not shout to overcome the din. He smelled of leather and, well, dirt, an earthy, masculine smell. He did not paw me as men try to do in bars. When he finally touched me, he rested his hand on my. She could play in his vast garden but she was not to leave the grounds alone. Kat nodded and was told that she could take a pastry to the gardens with her for later if she wanted. Kat grabbed one and headed out with her doll into the sunshine. Kat played with her doll and wandered the gardens for hours lost in her own little world. She thought about her parents and Arora and everything that had happened, since. Then she thought about her meeting with Uncle Mike and decided that he wouldnt do. I was wet again.I took a big breath and ask her to come with me to the bedroom, "and bring your wine" I said. She looked at the room, she smiled, sipped her wine, I took her hand and went to my walking closet. I started to sweat a little then I took the whole glass of wine and opened the door."This is my closet, this is my duality."Olga looked around, had more wine, walked more, touched somethings, opened couple of drawers, had more wine and stopped in front of me and gave me a tender.