Rising from some deep dark place inside his ancient body. As if his heart had been waiting for his mind. The urge. The instinct. The butterflies.Never...rush... each step is deliberate... each swing of the arm... the way your shirt creases as you walk.. the way you breathe in sync with your slow gait as you cross the room... shoulders squared... chin set defiantly... nature itself requires the male of each species to dance and preen for female selection... a presentation in hopes of greater. Marion asked Joyce to sit in her office couch. Marion had alwaysadmired Joyce in more than a professional manner and glanced up and downat her beautiful older employee. Marion laughed a bit and Joyce askedher what was so funny.She said, "Your husband Darren was clearly attracted to Renee."Joyce replied, "Yes, he certainly was."Marion then moved to Joyce on the same couch and whispered in her ear,"Joyce, you will never guess, but Darren was really hitting on myhusband, Richard!"Joyce gasped. I thought to myself, 'great, I will have more time with you giving me hand jobs every day.' I asked her if she was ok, as my mom seemed a bit down. She smiled and said yes, adding at least she had me around to keep her company. Then she commented that I looked hard at work so she would leave me alone to finish my homework. Maybe a half hour went by and my mom was knocking at my door and asking if she could come in. I told her to come in as my attention was focused on my homework. "Craig,. Scott could already see groups forming up to represent the various parts of the forces that had met at the original battle.He found himself allocated to one of the small schiltroms under the command of someone who was supposed to be Thomas Randolph, the Earl of Moray, a nephew of Robert the Bruce. Scott knew that this schiltrom had played a crucial role in the real battle and was happy to be in this group.As he watched a large body of men and women came streaming across the field, obviously.