Monica had all of the ingredients ready and waiting in several grocery bags that lined the hallway behind her, and she was standing amidst them with a...sweet and very helpful smile on her face. That, of course, was not the problem. The problem was that my sister was wearing an outfit that did not so much suggest French Maid as scream it in the dirtiest French possible. My sister, all five foot nothing of her, was propped up in shiny black stiletto heels that made her well-proportioned legs look. She's not like that. I was her first."I snorted. "First today, you mean."He was suddenly angry. "Mary - that's very unfair. She was upset, shocked, hurt, confused, wanting to be loved, wanting me to love her - unlikely as that seems. And very definitely a virgin. And before you say anything else, I asked her to marry me - and she accepted. Now - deep breaths!"I couldn't take deep breaths - only splutter in a most undignified way. He sat patiently, looking at me.Well, he's a handsome man still.. “I was worried you’d had a heart attack or something, and you joke about it.”She turned and stomped away.Without closing the door.I realized I had finished a long time ago, and had just been sitting there thinking. I couldn’t remember what I’d been thinking about. I suppose I’d been woolgathering, as my grandma would have put it. My teachers called it day dreaming. It was differences in language like that that made me love words, and then books.I got up and pulled my pants up. I flushed and. Sensing danger, the sheep huddled together for protection. Meanwhile, the sheep dog, who had started to protect the flock, recognized instinctively that Duke was not a danger, so he just lay down and watched. “That’s a good dog, honey,” Marion commented to Don. “He was going to take on Duke, regardless of his size, until he realized Duke wasn’t going after the sheep.” Don agreed.Moving closer to Duchess, Marion communicated very softly that they were going to have some fun. With her face.