The comments were of such a nature that I was both embarrassed and flattered. Morna seemed to be enjoying my discomfort.After a hardy morning meal, th...ings seemed to normalize. I was now in the embarrassing position of having to explain my rash actions to my guest. Did the word 'guest' even apply? At this point, I didn't know if I had rescued her, kidnapped her, or just seduced her. I immediately discarded the last possibility. I did not have the looks, charm, or verbal skills to seduce. Our yearly trip to Vegas was coming up and Jeff told Bob he had until the night before we left to give us our money or else. About that time Jeffs cell phone rang it was Tim. We had sent Tim to talk to Bob so he could understand things. Tim said an agreement had been reached and we needed to sit down and talk. The next day we went to lunch Bob told us had $15,000 and that was all he had. Sarah had found out what he owed and threatend to leave him if he didnt pay up and she would take. By then I was now riding and as any girl will tell you who mounts a horse, your cunt will ache for months. Beth commented that Jockeys love to get the girls after six months, as their cunts are like the Bank of Scotland, hard to break into, and like when your caught, they have a grip like Scotland yard.Beth's s*******nth was celebrated with the top boy in the stables, when I say boy, I am being literal, he was an old jockey, now into his forties, and hung like a stallion.On the morning in. We passed a wide stairwell going up to the loft. "What is up there?" I have one tenant up there. It is a woman artist and she leases sixty-seven feet on the north end. She tells me that is where the light is best for what she paints. You'll notice that there are large windows on the end of the building. Do you want to meet her?" Sure, I'd like to. Maybe she would like to paint my picture. Do you know anything about her?" Not too much. She is local to the city. She rented the loft a little over.