She muttered,"Shopping is my middle name. You don't have to ask me twice. I really liked that little boutique, on the left just passed the Art gallery.... I can't recall the name, but I can show you where it is." To the boutique, Macduff," said Richard, thrusting his hand in the air as if he were holding a sword."Who is Macduff?" Actually the quote is, 'Lay on, Macduff, And dammed be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!' "In Shakespeare's Macbeth, they are his last words, meaning something like. Horses have been my prime interest insofar as bestiality was concerned. Prior to this visit, my sexual experiences with animals have been minimal, bordering on nil, and entirely covert. I was to be his guest on the 150 acre farm and it took a day before I got to know the individual horses, likely to be the friendliest and easiest to deal with, before jumping into anything. There were several on the farm, mares and geldings, all mature, but no stallions. Left to my own devices, Richard had a lot. I suspected Sarah knew a little about sex as she,d been dating a british fellow for six years before I met him, but it had never got serious on her part. In 1967 I was an airman in the US Air force based in what was then West Germany and had taken a ten day leave to come to england. I,d had a stroke of luck on the fruit machines at the hotel in West London then leased by the US Department of Defense and I felt it had been due to meeting her, but when I asked to take her out as a thank you she. All the lights were closed, the interior of the house dark. He sighed in frustration and leaned against his car. Apparently, she didn’t wait for him to get home before going to sleep. Not that he blamed her with all the late nights he had been working. Come to think of it, he had been barely able to kiss her goodbye this morning. He gathered his bag and other documents and fumbled for his keys. He opened the door and reached out for the switch and blinked when the lights flickered. And blinked.