“It’s not any of our business. You’re a grown woman now. As long as you and Jack are happy then that’s all that matters.”She smiled faintly ...at his response. She had always been his little girl but now he had used the term ‘grown woman’ for the first time.“There was no need to come and tell us all this,” he told her with his reassuring tone. “It’s your business not ours. So let’s leave things there.”She smiled again. He was the complete opposite of her mum. She would want to know the details;. The little girls frowned hard at me."We think you're just cruel - Sending away your little pig!" I wascondemned in their eyes."But Rasher is thoroughly enjoying herself at the petting farm!" Iprotested, "Every day lots of people - especially lots of children makea fuss of her and stroke her and tickle her under her chin ..." I think tickling a helpless animal is cruel!" Saratoga glared at me."But Rasher really likes being tickled!" I protested - I even like itwhen your aunty Sheila or aunty. "Cassie and Ned are here, finally!" Melinda said and rushed away. Jason let out his own relieved sigh at the judicious end to an awkward moment and followed his girlfriend. He almost ran into her halfway down the stairs when she stopped and gasped. "Ohmigod, Cassie, that's gorgeous!"Jason edged around Melinda as he turned his gaze towards the front door. The vision that met him made him linger a few seconds longer.Cassie's costume was gorgeous. Jason could not think of any other word to do it. When his face finally achieved a passablelevel, he actually smiled at his appearance. Next it was time for the wig.The long, dark red one loaded with curls called to him and he gently slidthe cap over his head.Finally, it was time for the shoes. Although he now owned more than a fewpair, there was only one that would fit the bill this afternoon. He gentlystepped into the black stiletto heels and a sense of peace washed overhim.He spent more than a few minutes staring into the full length mirror.