“There’s a barn dance out at the Kincade farm just east of town. You’ve said before that you’d like to fit into the community better. You’d ...e welcome there. Jake Kincade goes to the gym, and I know you two get along. He’d be happy to see you there. Gee. Is this your car? Great wheels.”We’d reached the Mustang and I’d popped the driver’s door open. “Yeah, it’s mine. You like it?”“Man, it’s the best ride I’ve ever seen in this town.” I knew I had him.“Maybe you’d like to take a ride in it. ?May I?? I gestured forward with the bottle of Champaign I had picked up on the way over upon noticing her empty goblet: I was rewarded with a small nod and the delight of pouring another glass of Frances finest for her.?I have not seen you within the city before, generally I am privy to the arrival of all the charming young ladies such as yourself, you must have slipped under the radar somehow??A small compliment, a tad sleazy with a pinch of cockiness: a concoction many young women had taken. Dixie heated the beef stew and cut some hard crusted Italian bread. She put all the food on the table and stepped back. If I get them to over eat maybe they’ll get sleepy and I can sneak out of here, she said to herself. Dixie sat back on the bed as the three men sat and began eating. ‘Damn this stuff is almost burnt,’ Sam complained looking at Dixie. ‘I think you did that on purpose.’ ‘I never claimed to be a cook,’ Dixie replied. ‘If you don’t like it do your own cooking.’ When Sam finished. "Fuck! I remember way back in Infants School; she'd show you her knickersfor a bite of your toffee apple," the other responded, laughing wickedly."My Uncle Stan reckons they'll bury her in a Y-shaped coffin!"They both broke into peals of laughter and then one of them saw me anddigged the other in the ribs and the laughing stopped.Call me na?ve, call me stupid, anyway I married her. I lost my virginityon my wedding night; well sort of.I'd always had a fetish for nylon stockings, tights and silk.