Once they reached the bed, where the horses would have to go single file, he would take a lesser known shortcut so he could see them from high above, ...and intercept Mediha and head her off to the shortcut. Her sisters and retinue would think she was up ahead or back below them, if he got lucky. Even if they raised the alarm, he only needed a few minutes to set up a rendezvous with her. She was right at the head of the equestrian retinue. That was not the best place to be when you want to not be. " I'm not trying to push you to do something you don't feel is right, and if there is even the smallest possibility that you mightthink of me like a slut, then tonight is out. What do you think?"I acted like I was giving it deep thought and like I wasn't sure what the right decision was for us, and I think she was buying myact. I got off the bed and grabbed the stationary and a pen and a hardcover book of tourist attractions tossed it to her side,and said, "If you want me to be very detailed. "Yes, but how can that be? Do you think that your wife and I are somehow related," She asked?"I thought that at first myself, but was unable to come up with any proof to substantiate it. I have recently concluded that your resemblance to her is just a freak occurrence of nature. They say that everyone has a twin somewhere in the world. I believe that you are my wife's," Ron explained."Mr. Morrison, as shocking as this photo is, but it still doesn't explain why your wife and I should be. She was more of a woman, closer to my age, and her eyes seemed intelligent and perhaps more worldly. Her face was covered solely by a small eye-mask and her features were decidedly feminine. The odds were good that her family was stolidly middle-class and unlike most of the rest of these costumed skirts, she wasn’t born with a silver spoon in hand and might have actually worked at least once for a living. I reckoned that she might even have a real life outside of her costume and could pull off.