Handsome.” “What do you do?” “Help my dad out, part time, on his beef ranch, near Bartlesville, Oklahoma, as well as working part of the year ...ith ten men. I deliver things to people.” As the conversation, continued, she listen to what he said, and how he said it. She sensed that this man was more then he let on. At twenty-four, he had the assurance, knowledge, and ease, of an educated man, who had been around. There was no doubt, from the way he referred to, and looked at her daughter, that he. After a few moments her mother cleared her throat, ?You best not keep your Pa waiting.?Margaret nodded, ?Yes, ma’am,? and hopped out of the chair and trotted quickly outside her long, brown, braided pigtails bouncing. The setting sun was bright making her squint. She could see a shiny new red pickup truck in the driveway. Her father and another man were shaking hands. ?Yes, Pa?? She asked from the doorway.?Come on down here, sweetie,? her father smiled.Margaret, a little shy around. We didn't need to talk. The pleasure of just being alone and together was enough. When the CD reached Norah Jones we had finished our beers. I put both our bottles on the table and leaned over and kissed you. We were both ready to start a long night of making love.The lack of time restraints has a wonderful effect on both of us. Our kissing is subdued and playful, with no rush to passion. My hand cups your breast over your sweater and to my delight you aren't wearing a bra. You look at me. "I. “It’s getting colder,” she said. He snuggled up against her and they lay quietly, his face against hers. His stubble tickled her. She turned away from him and he nestled into her back like a pair of spoons in a drawer. He began caressing her hair, pulling it away from her face, and put his lips on her now exposed neck below her ear. His breath was warm on her neck. “I don’t know what I’ll do when you leave, Alis. I can’t bear to be apart.” “Shh, I know, I know.” He continued stroking her hair.