Sex should only come from a permanent relationship, and that means marriage.’ ‘We were doing some heavy kissing and petting, a short time ago. Wha...t about that?’ ‘I know. If it gave you the idea I wanted to have sex, then it was wrong. I’ve got strong male hormones and I got carried away. But I stopped it before we went too far.’ ‘In order to have sex, we have to get married. Then are you asking me to marry you, so we can have sex?’ ‘Heck, NO!!! We’ve known each other for three weeks. That’s not. I'd driven past the place many times, and I'd always been intrigued by it, and I wanted to go inside and see for myself what it was like; but I'd always driven on past each time I'd initially thought I'd go in---except finally, on a very hot and humid summer day in 1981, I pulled into the dusty gravel parking lot and, with my heart pounding in my chest and neck, I walked in through the front door!The first thing that I noticed about the place was the heavy aroma of cigarette smoke. The place. You need to take a break and rest for a few minutes.” She says in a very caring way. I am touched by her gesture and can’t find any words that adequately capture my gratitude. I drink the water and say “Thank you. That was very nice of you to bring me the water.” She smiles and rubs the nose of one of the horses I was brushing. She looks around at the other horses and says “I love it here. The horses, cows, dogs and even your chickens.” I am still standing in the barn stall brushing the horse. How about when you were free and single?”I did do it long; before I was married; when I was young.”“Did you enjoy doing it when you were young?”“Not to start with; but eventually I climaxed a lot that way.”Her answer was full of ambiguity. I was utterly intrigued.“Was he anyone I would know?” I asked casually.“I suppose you did in a way Dick.”“How do you mean?”“Do you remember your grandpa Richard from when you were very young?”“Only vaguely mom; why?”“Well my father was a professional.