To say I was surprised when I arrived home, would be an understatement, three set of clothes were strewn around the living room and two of them were o...viously female!"Well" Jim laughed, "I'd say my nephew enjoyed himself last night" Oh bloody hell" I wanted to laugh at my son's naughtiness, "Give him an inch"He was going to say more, but I was on my way upstairs,"Donna" he hissed, "Just remember when us lot were fifteen, right?" Right" I grinned and if the truth was known, I wanted to see him. ‘Why are you talking to me?’ He looked back at me with a disapproving expression. ‘I had thought that part would’ve been fairly obvious.’ I didn’t reply and he took another sip of his coffee. He softened a bit and poked my knee with his index finger sending shivers up my spine. ‘I guess you could say that I’m a bit fascinated with you. Never have I met someone so patient and content with just watching.’ He was right in a way. Watching must’ve been what it looked like on the outside, but during. Coming back to northern Illinois gave Ken a sense of relief. Florida was nice and he probably would go back to spend his winters there but maybe he would also spend some time with his two daughters' families since Texas and New Mexico weren't bad places to winter in.Ken tried to resume his life and activities now that he was back north. He started golfing with a group of his men friends that played every Wednesday. He was also member of a golf club that played once a month and this group. Sara was knowledgeable about the game and I found I enjoyed talking with her. I guess the only way to describe her would be working class as I always saw her in jeans and the Steeler jersey she wore to every game. You know the type, average, brown hair, somewhat chunky but not fat. I’m just saying, although not beautiful she was not ugly. I never thought of her romantically and we barely talked of anything other than football. I never noticed any romantic vibes from her but then I knew she had.