I had blown it again. Instead of slowly easing him back into a subbie state of mind, I had to open my big mouth and consequently blown it."Ms Clarissa..., if you please excuse me but I still have to go and wash my car. It's Sunday and it is one of the things you have agreed to, that I could do."Without waiting for my reply, he went up to his room and few minutes later there was the roar of the "beast" for a short time. A look out of the window confirmed that Terry had put on some shorts and tee. He becomes posed, deliberate, affected, overly funny. It’s an act, and one he’s not great at. He bends over the table, fussing with his cue, picking a showy position for the white ball on the verge of the break. His showmanship is bravado – he’s subconsciously terrified of looking bad. The reason for that stands about three feet from him. The blonde girl who is his companion is tall and slim, with clear enough skin to be a cover-girl and an easy smile. She’s the girl who’ll succeed in life. To answer your question," he says facing the guard, "I don't want to go to war with him. I have done some digging and his organisation, although similar in size, is better manned better trained, better armed and better organised."One guard, unsure of himself, raises his hand. Turning towards the guard, Saim nods."I don't want to speak out of turn Boss but can't we just take care of him? Take out the chief and the Indians scatter as they say."It was a valid question, and normally Saim would not. I remember the first time I got really smashed as a centaur. My legs were all going in different directions. They had to leave me to sleep on the floor where I had fallen. The hangovers are killers though." She smiled. "Anyway, there's a specialist in centaur medicine I know just out of town. He'll give you a once over and get you some shoes." Robert dredged through his memory. "Don't they nail them to the hoof?" "Well, you can have that done if you want," said Sarah. "There's quite a few.