Another thing that they were curious about was my stirrups. I had gotten tired of not having any, so I had rigged up some stirrups to hang from straps... over my horses back. I still did not have a saddle in the sense that I was used to; I was still using the folded blanket as a saddle pad. It did take some experimentation until I could get the stirrups to work the way I wanted them too, but I finally got a workable solution to my needs.For one thing, I needed a solid platform for my feet if I. 00. While Manny and I huddled in the library discussing work, the ladies barricaded themselves in the bedroom while Carol finished getting ready to go into town. ‘Boss, I got a call from an old friend of ours yesterday. You remember Craig Miller from the Army? He went mercenary when he left the Army about 8 or 9 years ago. Big guy, pretty useful… a good leader?’ ‘Yeah I remember him. Hell of a good shot and a good man in a bar brawl. He saved my ass in a punch up in Panama one time. Hell I. Everyone had a blast and then the DJ night for few more hours everyone put the dance floor on fire with their moves… and I too danced along with everyone and Shalini didi was too much into me dancing along with me, and while we danced in crowd she did some sexy moves by rubbing her hips on my trousers and sometimes taking my hands and placing them on her hips while dancing and sometimes leaning her head on my chest, everyone knew us so took all that as brotherly and sisterly affection… no one. So the whole day we all enjoyed a lot. Awesome food was cooked and some more relatives and neighbours too were in my uncle’s home. We all were dressed in traditional clothes in the evening. Dipali (my cousin) was wearing a gorgeous black saree and she was looking like a bombshell in that saree. I had never imagined that Dipali looked so hot before seeing her on that day. So pooja and everything was done by 9-9.30 pm and all neighbours were returning to their homes. Then later Dipali asked her.