We detoured to the office and allowed Art to band us.“There’s no cops ... Let me get you a couple of beers.”“We’re under age.”“When will...you be 18?”“That’s right! Wyoming is 19!” I said.“You didn’t know?” Angie asked.“I grew up in Montana. In the colonies the drinking age is what ever a persons parents decide.”“Here,” Artie handed Angie a six with Boddingtons Pub, Newcastle Brown, Harp, Smithwicks, Guiness and St. Pauli, “I’ll carry a tab for you two.”Before I could say anything, he rushed to. Whispering these words in my ear is how Susie loves to start her bedtime stories when we have sex. I knew this was going to be a good one. Susie continued, “Honey, I want you to understand I love you more than anything. I can’t wait until we get married this summer. We are going to have the most wonderful life together. We have the best sex life. We like the same things, right honey?”“You love when I tell you explicit details about my past. You’ve even shared stories about me on those chat. At least it gives me something to do with my time. It keeps me from having to sit here in this house all alone all the time." I keep telling you it is going to get better honey. It won't be much longer." Well I've got a news flash for you Jake. It had better not be much longer because I've been offered a promotion. I've turned it down twice because it means that I would have to travel and I didn't want that, but if you are never going to be here anyway I might just change my mind."She got off. As we further walked we were not sure where we need to go. As I looked back there were no people behind us.It made me uncomfortable but gained little courage because I have her for a while. After walking we thought to rest and she rested on the pavement. So did I. She rested her head on me for a while. I didn’t know I was holding my hand on her shoulder and I gave a quick peck on her head. She looked at me and the next thing I did was kiss her on the lips. She at first resisted.But later.