To the chagrin of many I'd always baulked at letting any of the single ones spend a night here. That was something I'd always viewed as being the firs... step towards that scary thing called a relationship, something that had overtaken most of my few friends and I'd always vowed that I would not caught out.Watching Amanda wearing nothing but a smile and one of my shirts and looking a damn sight better in it than I ever could, I suddenly understood those same friends when they tried to explain. She got up slowly, surprise showed on her face and a lot of annoyance. She thought she had me pegged, but people rarely pay attention. They are so caught up in themselves that they do not notice when someone does not talk about himself or herself.I had wrestled for four years in high school and four in college. I was never one of the best but I could give anyone a hard fought match. My biggest problem was that I was a late bloomer; I was not fully developed until twenty-five. Tara was wrestling. "So how has the first week as a farm hand been Dave?" Henry asked. "Well I've lost count of my trips to the silo. But it's great. Fresh air. Machinery that I new nothing about a month ago. It's a whole new way of life," he answered. "Ah I see the boys have given you the boring rubbish job. Sitting in the truck in the queue at the silo," Henry remarked with a smile. "You have to start somewhere Dad," said Drew. "No I enjoy it, there is always some one to have a chat to while I'm waiting. Plenty. It’s times like these that I hate America. The land of the free had become a playground for a bunch of fools. It seemed playing victim was the way to go in America. Black people did it. They were always blaming all their problems on the white majority. Racist hillbillies from the heartland blamed their problems on blacks and liberals. Women blamed their problems on men. We lived in a culture where male-bashing was extremely practiced and tolerated. It was all ‘ men this’ and ‘men that.’ Don’t.