Clare and Cathleen looked very disappointed at this answer.We were sitting in the small dining area in the kitchen after eating when the question came...up."This party, is it to celebrate someone's birthday?" Sheena asked questioningly."Yes, it's Saint Patrick's Day!" Margie answered."We don't know this person. Michael's Mother said that he was important to Ireland. Was he a hero, or famous?" Shannon asked."You're Irish and don't know about St. Patrick!?" both Grandmothers asked in shocked. In fact, I’ve been watching you too. For a long time.”Lee blinked in astonishment. He had been sneaking peaks and fantasising about Marcia on and off for six months, and it now seemed that she had been doing the same over him. His heart rate quickened.“Really?” he said, unable to think of anything clever or sexy. His brain had suddenly turned to shit.“Mmm-Hmm,” she nodded.Marcia lifted herself from the desk and walked over to the door and gently closed it and turned the lock. Why there was such. At the foot of the bed was a thick carved bar, and it stood a lot higher than most beds. I was warned by my mother that if I didn't keep it clean under my bed she would take it back.We finally got to the stage of putting the mattress in, and that was so big and heavy, but we laughed our way through it. Daddy fell onto the bed with the mattress and I stood back laughing at him laying on the bed pretending to be dead. I was, in his eyes, always his one and only little girl, although I had turned. “You don’t even know me.”“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” she asked. “Aren’t we getting to know one another?”“You’re beautiful,” he moaned.“Thank you,” she said.“I mean you could have any man you wanted.”“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, big boy,” said Christy. “I said I like you. That doesn’t mean I’m ready to hop into bed with you or anything.”He was speechless. This was insane. He had to be dreaming. She was talking to him like he was just a normal guy, who had pushed things maybe a.