“I told you I’d get you,” she laughed. “You naughty little girl, you’ll pay for that,” he retorted. The lights flickered in and out of t...e passenger seat on the drive home, capturing Skye’s polo shirt and tights. She too had been playing with water. 'Maybe she had wet herself when hosing down the horses,' Cliff thought, as her wet polo shirt caught his eye. Anyway it was summer, and no doubt she would be straight in the pool when they arrived home. Like so many other English polo grooms,. The county tried to stop the construction, but then suddenly withdrew all objections. Jones & Jones crew had arrived in style and some in simplicity.There were a dozen or more very fancy motor homes and another dozen or so old school busses that had been converted into mobile bunk houses. With the well hooked up and a new tank installed there was water for all. Some of the motor homes had wives and kids that went somewhere every day - to the ocean I would bet.There were all kinds of working. ’ ‘Is she the woman?’ he asks giving his cane a twist till the dog head is looking at me. ‘What? No … lord no. I mean I love my Mom but not like that.’ I stutter at the idea. He gives a shrug. ‘Well, you got to admit that would be a complicated situation. Never mind me, though. Continue.’ I look at him for a second then nod. ‘Well like I said Mom just got divorced.’ ‘From your Dad?’ he asks lifting an eyebrow. ‘What? No. He was my step dad. I never knew my father.’ I watch him take out a second. They seemed to be expanding as well: bone and skin and something surprisingly soft and pliable beneath. He groped them and endeavored to force them back in, but it only provoked them to puff out with a renewed power. He pinched the skin on his hips and it rose in thick rolls. He pinched it again and still thicker rolls were left in his fingers. New creases and folds appeared where they have never been found and his skin took on the dimpled appearance of fat. And when he finally faced his.