Field mice twisted and stretched inside his belly, and his gaily-coloured kilt swung happily in the breeze once more. The ponies were let out in the f...ield for longer during the day, their hooves creating a quagmire of the boggy land, and they started to pay him more attention than they ever had before. Lulled by the soothing sounds of the sea, he was often in a daydream world as the ponies galloped towards him, splattering his long john-covered legs in mud and horseshit. It was a game for them,. Mental, which determined brain power skills points and how fast you learned new things. Magic, which obviously determined your magic potential and how powerful your magical abilities were. There was also overlap on these stats when it came to skills. For instance accuracy with a sword was pretty much Physical related, but firing a gun was both Physical and Mental. Especially when it came to firing weapons at a distance. You engaged the trainer you downloaded and raised your stats pretty high.. ....................A few hours later in the suburb of Newtown, Mike's sister Angie walkeddown a dark quiet street towards the railway station, the sound of herhigh-heels clattered on the pavement and resonated down the desertedstreet. She was in a hurry to get the next train home. Angie has afourteen-year-old daughter, the result of a tempestuous but ultimatelydoomed affair, and she wanted to get home as soon as possible so thatthey could share dinner together and share their day.Angie is in. He knew that the young daughter was one of his early conquests in the sleepy town but he also knew that she was one of those bright-eyed Senoritas that had a different boyfriend every night and that he was probably Johnny come lately when it came to plowing her baby-making furrow with fertile seeds of creation. The risk that he was probably not the true father was enough to make him right skittish about standing up at the altar and saying, “I do!”It was time for him to be hitting the back trail.