Somehow, the two sets of parents decided that we were meant for each other. The winter months were spent at each other's house, playing in lavishly pr...vided for toy-rooms. Now don't get me wrong, it was lots of fun, pretending to be a kid. But the toys did not have the meaning to either one of us that they might have had; it was us having each other, that mattered.When we started school, we both went to a private school on the island. Not only was it an old fashioned one-room schoolhouse, it. So my mother worked very hard and long hours. I had nannies at home growing up, they were all live in nannies. Mostly older ladies that also help with cooking and cleaning. By the time I was about to graduate high school and had turned 18, my mother suggested that we did not need a "nanny" any longer. But she was also travelling a lot and often gone for a couple of nights during the week. My mother suggested that we hired a cook and house cleaner when the latest nanny quit. I agreed because I. But she didn’t stop talking to me and somehow I got courage and again kept my hand on her thigh again but this time she didn’t resist. I felt very cold and I took my shawl and covered myself and again started rubbing her thighs slightly while still talking to her some rubbish.In the meantime that drunken guy started pushing me from sideways which forced me to lean on her more. I don’t know from where he came but I should be very thankful to that guy for his indirect help. I pretended to push. "She smiled, "No, Warren, it may be or may not be but you are special to me."I pulled her to me. "Amy Redd, I love you. I want you by my side always as my partner and my wife."Her eyes got big as she looked at me. "Is that a proposal?" Yes, it is." I smiled at her."The answer is yes! Warren, I love you. I trust you. You make me feel valuable and protected. There are a lot of details to resolve but I will be your partner. I want you as my husband and I will be proud to be your wife."We kissed.