There is also a pond to water my horse. Follow me and we will be there in a few minutes," he said remounting his horse.Evelyn and Clare dutifully foll...owed him. "Evelyn,' said Clare. "I really like Robert and I'm convinced he is an honourable man." I'm not so sure," Evelyn replied. "But we do not have much choice. We must be on our guard in case he decides to ravage us."They arrived at the thatched hut. Robert unsaddled his horse, led it to the pond and it drank profusely. He tethered it to a. She was talking with several, men. Who were busy trying to check out her cleavage.She was red. I mean she had red hair, red eyeliner, glistening red lipstick, alabaster skin and freckles over her cute little upturned nose. She was wearing a tight little red dress, made of some kind of knit material, that molded to her generous breasts, her nipples were hard and stood out against the stretchy material, I assumed she was not wearing a bra. She had thin hips and a tiny waist, long legs in red hose. "Pippa was still gazing at me, I couldn't tell if she was glad sorry, angry or pleased, but as she hadn't yet told me to sod off I kept going, albeit haltingly, and sweating like a pig with embarrassment and apprehension. I told her all about Miriam, how some times our marriage life is fine and then how it changes for no apparent reason. How I had tried to make a go of the marriage, and how now we had this 'understanding' between us and lived practically separate lives. It took some time but at. I'lljust take it out when I leave because pigtails make me look like alittle girl.No sense telling Lisa I don't want pigtails she will just say I lookcute or something like that, and I won't be able to argue with heranyway."There ya go our little California girl all done," I feel her take thesmock off of me, and she turns me around to the mirror.Well I guess I won't be taking my hair out to fast, while I stare at mynew pigtails. "Wow you braded my pigtails too," I look like a littlegirl.