I simply said, "Thanks." Can I ask you a question?" She asked."Sure." Do you remember a summer day, around five or six years ago? I was finishing coll...ge and you and Chris were barely teenagers. I had a bunch of girl friends over. We were sitting on the patio playing cards and you watched?"She continued, "You stood behind me all afternoon and watched me play."I licked my lips, because they were suddenly dry.Daisy asked, "Were you looking down my shirt?"Busted, six years late! I nodded."I wasn't. Since more of our mates had arrived it was pretty just our party in the bar and all except Mark knew what was coming up. The lads made a space for her and stood round as the music started coming out of the ghetto blaster she had brought with her. She obviously wasn’t new to this as she started teasing Mark, rubbing against him, straddling him and giving him the odd kiss as she danced about. Her clothes started coming off, the jacket, the blouse, her skirt until she was standing in her bra. With five years passing after Colleen's death, some of the relatives had begun throwing "confirmed bachelor" around when talking about him.Max was a farmer, of course, as were several of the other relatives. One thing that farmers will talk about to no end is the weather. As Max himself had commented on more than one occasion, "A farmer is never more than ten days from bitching about not enough rain," and the little amount of snow they'd had so far that winter had the bitching going pretty. At first I wondered if maybe it was because she was trying to catch me ogling her, but the look in her eyes didn't reflect that sort of sentiment. I noticed that during our evening discussions, where before we would often sit side by side or back to back watching the stars, she now began positioning herself in such a way that she could look me in the face without moving too much. Finally I caught the thought that she considered my eyes to be dreamy.My next adjustment was that she would like my.