He led us into a bedroom, drew the curtains, turned the overhead light on a sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled out some money and finally said ‘S... lads, here’s a tenner for each of you’ before adding in a more serious tone, ‘but I want a good show, mind’.We stuffed the notes in our pockets and Colin started to take off his shoes and socks so I followed suit. We playfully unbuttoned our shirts, getting into the swing of things and Colin made a big show as he took his off. I was a lot more. He tried again. "Please, wait. I want to talk to you." "It's not my fault," she said. He blinked. "What isn't?" "The game, the loss," she said, dark eyes blazing. "I heard you, and I'm sick of being blamed for things like that. First Jason, now you. I didn't have a damn thing to do with how many goals were scored or not." "Of course you don't." Dom realized she'd misunderstood his comment to Karl. "That's not what I said." "I heard you," she repeated, but now she was uncertain. He gambled and. "We went to dinner and instead of a father and daughter we let them think we were a couple. I sat next to him instead of across from him and I made sure my legs touched his thigh. I leaned close to him and flirted with him. I could see a few looks from people in the restaurant. Some looked envious of him others looked mildly disapproving because of the age difference. Most just ignored us.Part way through dinner he couldn't help himself. He put a hand on my knee. I immediately put my hand over. No other kids around, most of the farmers my age or thereabouts. I want him to do well, but high or low, I want him to go to the stars.” Mr. Boyer told them.“He wants to be a farmer, sir. He loves your place. The animals, the open spaces.” Max said, shaking his head.“I know he does son, but the farm is just about dead. It is a shadow of its former self, what with the big corporate outfits sucking all the profit out of farming these days. We barely make ends meet, and in a few years? We’ll have.