He was moving. He was..."What do you think you're doing?" I asked, even knowing what he was doing! He was taking off his boots."Going for a swim."His ...hadow stood tall again, boots discarded. I could see his elbows out at either side of his body. Was he unbuttoning his jeans? He bent, yes, he was now sliding his jeans over his legs."You can't do that!" I said mildly panicked. "It's private property. Leave." I tried to sound stern and commanding."Oh, yeah. It is. A nice piece it is too." He. He didn't need her. He had his sheep to care for and they depended on him and loved him unconditionally.Larry's father had passed away when he was a teenager and his mother had raised him to be a responsible, educated, loving man. As a sheepherder, he had learned to organize his time and his life to accommodate his responsibilities. He was up early to feed the animals and took them out to the pasture to graze every day after eating breakfast with his mother. Little did his mother know how much. I certainly don't want to fuck you ever again either. I'm going to do the 'responsible' thing and go sl*ep on the couch. I'll see you in the morning." Sam pushed him off of her and stormed out of her room.Freddie tried to get up and stop her but a quick punch to his sore shoulder put a damper on that."Just listen, Sam. I do love you, but we need to be responsible, and I want us to be able to make love, but if we want to have the best relationship possible, we can't just have sex all the time.". I used to make fun of her, her friends and her decisions but she was an open minded.Readers darling Don’t be bored ……Part 2: The spark of love:In 4th year we had to make a group for the final year project, for which we asked whether she could join me to which I said okay and we started work on the project from January, for which we had to stay for late evening in the college and I took a permission from the principal for access to the labs till 8 pm the college ends at 4:30 and my other team.