If you'll remember; the club was a medieval themed restaurant where we were met by a Matre d' dressed as an English squire. I introduced her as Prince...s Christine of the house of Thomas to be treated as the royalty she truly was. The entrance to the dining room was flanked by two knights in shining armor with swords drawn forming a ceremonial archway. The wait staff was dressed in period costumes of lords and ladies of the realm. Even the busboys were dressed as pages.We were ushered to our. Old lounge chairs marked with animal fur lined the verandah and in the middle was a rough-hewn log coffee table. ‘G’day.’ ‘How are you going?’ ‘Bloody hot.’ ‘Me too. How about that aspirin?’ ‘Sure. Come on in.’ I walked into a hallway with polished wooden boards. The ceiling was high and the bedrooms were to the left and right of the passage. A combination of the shaded verandah, high ceilings and limestone construction gave the house a relatively cool feel. My host continued down the hall,. “That’s better!” she sighed. “Perfect!”“More?” I asked.She moaned and shook her head.“Good,” I said. “Now I can have some breakfast,” and I cut two more muffins.She immediately looked contrite. “Oh, Roddy, we could have had one each. Here, sit down and let me.”She stood, tying her bathrobe mercifully more tightly, which while it hid flesh, accentuated her delicious shape, curves top and bottom, especially the bottom.While I sat, she served me, pouring us each another mug of tea.She sat and. There had always been someone to talk to, go to a football game with, and things like that. The circle had remained pretty intact for all four years, with only a couple of people leaving because their families moved. Simon, Connie and the others had attended their senior prom in a large, friendly group, with no defined couples. It had been all he could do not to gape at her that night, she looked so lovely. She had worn a sleeveless red gown with a straight skirt, and a shawl that her mother.