He was about 5'8" tall with a muscular, athletic build and dressed in a snappy sport coat. He had dark hair and was tan. He was clearly by himself and...found a seat at the bar across from Jennifer. I saw Jennifer glance up at him and I noticed that he quickly returned the glance. He ordered himself a beer as Jennifer nursed her third glass of wine. After about 5 minutes, the bartender brought Jennifer another glass of wine, but neither Jennifer nor I had ordered it. I saw the bartender say. I played with his long, thick, dark hair, looked at his gorgeous hazel eyes, and he gently, and curiously, explored my body with his hands. It was never awkward, just full of understood tension and anticipation. After a few minutes of learning the other person, I started to guide his hands more forcefully, giving him permission to explore. He took full advantage of the opportunity, grabbing my ass, sliding his hands along my bare thighs, and running his hands through my hair and along my neck.. “You don’t need d**gs, or even alcohol, to drop inhibitions.”I laughed, “I have inhibitions?”“Exactly.”We continued up to the little porch and were led into the house. Sitting with the couple in their little living room, I was able to see them much better and slowly decided they weren’t nearly as old as I had originally assumed from a distance. In fact, their appearance reminded me a lot of the people in the tribe in that regard. The struggles of life had etched into their faces and skin more. After hanging up, she put the cell phone on the nightstand by the bed. Chuck ran a hand along her naked belly. She snuggled closer to him.“Who was it?”“My brother.”“What did he want?”“He told me to say: ‘yes.’”“Yes to what?”“To a question that I haven’t been asked yet.”“Then I take it that now might be a good time to ask you my question.”“What question?” Betsy asked raising up to look at him.“Will you marry me?”Betsy stared at him. She hadn’t expected that question. Her mind was running a.