What really settled all my suspicions was that mischievous half smile she gave me when she saw us sitting on the hillside. The truth of the matter hit...me full force, the girl I had been so struck with for the past few hours was the baron’s daughter! When the couple finally reached us it was painfully obvious the baron and baroness had widely differing opinions about their daughter associating with a peasant boy. The baroness was still showing us that radiant smile, but the baron had a scowl on. Greta smiled, genuinely happy to see Andy again. She and Arlene were impressed with the woman with him, who presumably was Diane. She was tall, slender, and dark-haired, somewhat like Margaret. I never know how to describe hairdos, but she had something fairly short, with wavy hair, flipped up at the side, and bangs.Diane’s attire, however, pushed right at the limits of professional office wear, and was far wilder than Margaret would consider without help. She wore a black blazer, a crisp. In the other was a paper bag, shaped in the obvious form of a wine bottle. His coat was open. He was wearing grey flannel slacks, and a navy, wool vest with a plaid shirt underneath. He finally reached her door. From her view at the window Marge noted that he was as predictable as she had predicted that he would be. ‘Come right in, Walter!’ Marge didn’t wait for him to knock. ‘I heard your car in the driveway.’ Walter entered and Marge seized his coat and hung it in the hallway closet. He. Then almost as a compliment to his dancing skills, he managed to whisper in my ear that he loved the way that I moved! I felt as though he had done this many times before and he knew his compliments took him to higher levels. My heard swirled as I listened to his compliments and felt his hard body come together with mine along with the tempo of the music. This time I accompanied him back to their table rather than returning to the bar…. He was a tall rather muscular guy with broad shoulders and.