’ ‘Dad, kill him before I do.’ ‘Son, if I were you I would tread very lightly on that subject.’ ‘My fiancé has no sense of humor dad. I w...ll work on that with her.’ ‘Your mother and I have been married for nearly 10 years. I’ve been working on her sense of humor since we met. I failed miserably. I suggest you follow my lead, and back off.’ Jennifer smacked me on the back of my head. ‘It’s 13 years you numb numbskull.’ ‘Do you see what I mean Gordon, she has no sense of humor.’ ‘I have a. As I rotated, I noticed a door in the room opening. A tall man in casual clothes entered the room I now occupied. Not a tall man, but with an aura of confidence he carried himself swiftly to my side. He took my head in his nimble fingers and moved my face slowly one way and then the other. During this procedure, I had time to notice him and my surroundings. He wore button up shirt in a vague color of gray over black jeans. These fit well but not snugly across his body. His face at first glance. He smiled directly at her."I couldn't let you be treated that way... it's not right," he said."I don't get it," she answered back."No male should ever treat a girl that way. It's wrong. Sorry if I scared you when I hit him, I tried to get him to back away without fighting." he said apologetically.Samantha looked at him with what could only be described as awe. Never had she encountered such a boy, well man really. Most boys their age pretended to be nice to get into girls' pants, and then they. My ex-wife was a townie, preferring to relax in the city cafes rather than savouring the trees and rolling fields of the outlying countryside. The only walk I took during our marriage was from the front door to the car. After the divorce, I started to visit the countryside, walking for hours through the local woods and seeking consolation in the gnarled trunks of the ancient beech and oaks that characterised the Chiltern Hills. The scenery was lovely, even on dark and wet November afternoons.