She is wearing a white, too-tight t-shirt, and what appears to be a Wonderbra beneath giving her firmer, rounder boobs than before; her skintight blue...jeans show off her wide hips (she’s slightly pear shaped), and knee length boots. Her hair is loose over her shoulders, and she’s wearing large sunglasses and too much make-up. It’s almost as if she’s trying to hide her identity. Second thoughts?“Not second thoughts ... No ... But I won’t deny I’m feeling a little bit nervous. The closer I got,. Rosa melted. "Oh, I love roses of any kind, but I think the white ones are the prettiest." I got it in honor of your name," he said softly."Thank you, Dutch, it's beautiful," she felt her eyes tearing."Its nothing compared to you," he grinned and kissed her free hand.Her heart leapt.Pleased with how the date had begun, he asked, "So, how was your day?"I'll tell you, but I wish you hadn't asked."Dutch kicked himself for having asked what might have been a very dumb question."That bad, eh?"Rosa. "Tomorrow, maybe." He lifted the jug to his shoulder, and I kicked it out of his hands and pulled him to his feet. I hit him hard in the belly, driving him back to the barn wall looking very surprised. He gaped at me as if he had seen a ghost. "Who the hell are you?" he gasped, trying to get his feet under him."Don't matter," I said, "you are discharged, like the lady said. Get your things and go, right now." They owes me," he said, "ain't paid me."I looked at the woman. "I stopped paying when. Friendship was the safer, more sensible option.But now we were single. Both of us out of relationships that had taken a toll on us. His girlfriend, to “save” their relationship and take it to the “next level”, had pretended to be pregnant, and then dumped him when she realized he wasn’t rich enough for her to really want to marry. My boyfriend of five years had cheated on me for two of those. So there we were, miserably single, at a party where everyone else was happy-happy-happy.“so, when are.