She was looking over her shoulder.“Could I wear the boots?” Sam hoped.“Is that what it’ll take to get you to stay?” Max asked.“I think she...meant for the walk home.”“That’s what it’ll take,” Sam nodded.“You’re not wearing anything else if you wear those boots,” Alex challenged. Sam paled.“That’s not how this works, Alex.” I hung my coat up next to Max’s. I yanked off my toque and threw it onto the closet shelf where Max had perfectly aligned her winter gear. I grabbed Max’s hand. I walked her. It failed. I was beaten handily. Naturally I was cheered as the next person's name was called. Naturally I stayed for the next game, both girls wearing strapless gowns. Gay finished the girl off quickly and I was pulled away by the hostess, Marg.She walked me to the patio, where the music was playing, and couples were dancing. She was wearing a backless dress, her breasts covered by two wide strips tying behind her neck. There was no way she could wear a bra and she pressed close to me as we. Of course she was crying as she hugged each of them. She asked me if she could hug me too. I put my arms around her and she hugged me like there was no tomorrow. She felt so good, but I couldn't let the moment fog my judgment. I still needed time, and a lot of it.We all made it home and I asked Sal if she would go with me to my lawyer the next day and make sure this agreement was legit. Ralph was our lawyer for the farm affairs. I handed him the agreement and he told us he didn't understand why. They are open every day from early till late, even on public holidays, and you get the impression that business is all they live for. That was certainly how I saw May. She was aged 50-something, I would say, although guessing a woman's age is something I'm no good at. She was average height and slim, but so wrapped in clothes and overalls that you couldn't get much idea of her shape. Her eyes were small and tight, but she had big cheeks and the sort of mouth that is sometimes called “generous”,.