For some reason the innkeeper believed every word I said, and he asked if the 1st Provincial Regiment knew of the trouble, which they didn’t. Not li...ing my answer, the man pledged to get word to them. He claimed they were the best of the Princess’s three regiments. Yet, given our recent encounter with the men on the road I didn’t care either way, the political issues among their factions made them an unreliable asset.The King’s Road angled away from the coast after we left the inn, following a. This couldn't be any more disgusting or any more demeaning. I wedged my face under his foot and spent several minutes licking up the few grains of sand that clung to the bottom of his foot.Leaving his toes for later as ordered, I turned my attention to his left foot and repeated the demeaning process. I suppose that it wasn't as awful as it sounds. I couldn't taste anything. His feet were reasonably clean. The hardest part was that my tongue and my jaw were already trembling from the strain of. Or should be. The creek has carved its bed either UP or DOWN and sometimes both from one meter to the next. The road above is a firefighters trail and there’s quite a bit of evidence that they had been there recently. A smoky odor lingered over the forest ... was forest. Now it’s charcoal. But one can see where ones foot is being placed. The ability to see the ground is important; the fire uncovered much ... including some deep footpaths. Millions of years ago this was all under water as. Nextwe went to the nail shop, 'Perfect Nails' where I had my finger nailsshaped and coated with a pink nail polish then a coat of clear acrylic,then my toes were done the same.I was feeling a million dollars, and the really best bit was that no onewas taking any notice of me at all, no strange looks, no sneers orcomments; it seemed I was just accepted as another woman.After all that we all went and had a coffee, I had a smile on my facelike the Cheshire cat, the girls were laughing, saying, "We.