I asked her, why do you like me? She was like there is no reason. She would have said ‘Yes’ to marry me if I had asked her dad. This all excited m....I never knew she wanted to marry me. I asked her why couldn’t she give me a hint so that I knew that she loved me. She said she gave me several hints by trying to speak to me but I never responded well. I felt dumb then and I apologized for everything.I said it would have been great if I ever married her. She asked me why and I said she was very. We were to gather around 10 am, for the first game. The bar-b-que would be during half-time of the early game. Then we'd all sit around and talk and snack and drink and watch the second game, before the hometown team played in the 5 PM Sunday night game. We'd fire up the bar-b-que again during halftime of the night game.It was a chilly November day. I dressed three times before settling for a mid-weight wool sweater, not too low cut, and matching brown slacks, jogging shoes and brown wool. "That's to say that underneath these raggedy old Levis of mine, the nylon fabric you saw my sock transform itself into is steadily working its way up my leg. "In other words, Gale, unless I miss my guess here, when everything is all said done, and from the waist downwards I'm as much of a woman as you are, my socks will have magically transmogrified themselves into a pair of pantyhose. "Now, if you'll give me a sec, I'll just put this other shoe on." Using the stylishly tapered toe of his high. There was a half moon looming over the desert so I could see. It was almost dawn when the male hissed a warning. I was looking around and could see an area in front of us that might be a small spring.I leaned forward to hiss softly and scratch his neck before slipping out of the saddle. I had the drama kneel and we waited while watching the spring. Just as the sun began to rise I saw the tiny shifting of small bodies near the spring. I waited and then pulled my swords and moved forward, leaving.