“Is this comfortable Mr Frank?” she asked in her cute broken English, I looked her up and down thinking that she looked perfect and she took a sea...t on the sofa, somehow another button had come undone on my shirt but I don’t think she noticed.“Can I get you a drink?” I asked her, she thought about it for a moment, “You have squash?” she asked and I knew I made a good squash so I nodded. As I stood up she looked across at me and I wasn’t sure if she noticed my half open shirt or the slight bulge. Alan made the comment that my mother didn’t need to be here to discuss things like that because it would just be boring. I told him that I didn’t mind either so he showed me to his study where he had all of his land plotted on a large map. Needless to say I was in awe. Alan owned more than half of this town, he owned all of it. It turns out he was family friends with the founder of the company that Mike landed a job with. As the company grew, Alan leased his land so that its workers could build. Zithrusa seemed pleased with the result of his unorthodox technique, and he was happy that he felt strong again.So the next few weeks passed, and by now John was speaking almost like a local, and well versed in etiquette. It was lucky that this group didn't have many horses, only a handful which were reserved for the headmen and first sons, so he wouldn't have to demonstrate any of his nonexistent riding skills.He was very tuned into the subtle guidance Zithrusa provided him, and could note her. ”“I agree with you. I decided awhile back never look back, or whine, “Oh whoa is me the poor victim repeatedly.”He pulled her closer and said, “That’s the spirit. Honey, I know we just met, but I think we have a spark between us, with a bit of attention will turn into a roaring blaze.”“Oh I’m not sure about that, I’d call it sexual attraction and nothing else.”“I have a suggestion for you then; why don’t we spend this weekend together, and see what happens. On Monday if you want to say.