She was tired. She had been training all day and that fact was very evident in just how sweaty her attire was. Her figure was bulkier than most female...wrestlers, not fat, per say, but her thighs were unflattering to say the least, or at least that is what she’d say. Unlike most, she choose to train in a sports kimono bottom which loosely but firmly caressed her plump rear end and shapely legs. To add insult to injury though, they were charcoal black, making her sweat even more. Even the bottoms. "She hates Winter's music." I'm going to call Katie tonight, then. I'm going to prove that you'refull of shit."Tom pulled out his cell phone and pressed a few buttons. "Don't waitfor tonight," he said, handing the phone to Ken. "Go ahead and ask hernow."Ken took the phone like it was a snake, and slowly held it to his face."Uh, Katie? It's Ken. Say, listen, Tom's spouting some kind of crapabout you and him going to a concert and then dinner with Winter. Iknow it sounds ...." His eyes. "Get away to your chores," she ordered, "You can really get me going when you want, can't you? We'll never get anything done if you don't go now."I smiled at her and pulled my shirt back on and left to feed animals and clean out the horse stalls. I had a couple of hour's hard work ahead of me but I was looking forward to a nice meal and my date with my Mother.Later"You've finished it all, already?" mum greeted me, "Dinner will be served in about 40 minutes, so, if Sir would like to shower and. "I'mMarmeluke Dobbs by the way, Lecturer in Antiquities at Verton. Bertiepointed you out when you arrived. He tells me you use the house onceowned by Sir Grenville Dander." I believe I do, I've heard his name mentioned." Madame replied vaguely."Fine fellow by all accounts, but one with a colossal ego. Got his nosepushed out in the 1920s when he was doing digs in Mesopotamia. Foundsome useful stuff apparently, but at that time the newspapers justwanted to know about Caernarfon's discovery in.