<div class="floatright">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/Nynah_zps6a19158e.jpg)</div><br/><strong>To Aramis and Miriya</strong><br/><br/>Nynah appeared from behind the cactus having "dressed" again. She now possessed the easy yet innocent allure that all women seem to gain when dressed in only a man's shirt, enhanced by a sudden breeze which revealed soft pink panties embroidered with white lace flowers. And when she took a look at Aramis in his current state of undress, she regained the pink cheeks and flustered expression she had when he had first come to her rescue. "You... what... happened... pants?"<br/><br/>But that line of questioning was cut short by a diminutive canine leaping into her arms and licking her face with feverish enthusiasm. It was hard to believe that the pooch that proved such the menace should be such an angel  in the company of attractive women. "Alessandro! Did you miss mommy? Yes you did! Oh, you're dirty. Do you need mommy to give you a bath?" Suddenly another fierce glance in Aramis's general direction made everything clear. The terrier obviously knew somehow that the man had joined the happy fraternity of those who knew that Nynah's current shade of dirty blonde was her natural hair color and the central theme of that group (at least in Alessandro's doggie-style opinion), much as that of the Highlander, was that<em>There Can Be Only One</em>.<br/>