He began climbing up the ladder talking to her, knowing that he was driving her crazy.He started walking towards the far end of the loft where he knew... she was hiding. "This here loft only got one way in and one way out, Tammy. If'n yore up here yore stuck!" he said, teasing her some more. He came around a stack of last years' hay bales and saw her pushed up into a corner of the barn. "There ya are! Now I'm gonna git ya good, girl!" Billy Williams, don't you dare! Billy please! No, Billy, you. Sam's knckiers. "I've come" she grinned "Dirty cow" I replied "(and me)"We staggered back to the bar at the end of the set, and I sprung for a bottle of champagne to share. We found a table then, and sat our juicy bmus down"Well that's the most fun I've ever had with my clothes on" said Samanfa We laughed uproariously, and with our eyes closed, then we heard a chair sc**** at close quarters. It was Luka, come to bask in our adulation. "Hi honey" Said Samanfa "drink?" "Too posh for me" , he. He had called her on the way up and told her that he wouldn’t be able to make it, he told her that he was on his way to work because they needed someone to stay late and had called him as a last resort. Just before he pressed ‘call,’ he closed his phone shut and decided to try and drag out the surprise, surely she’d be even happier if he just burst into her room with a big smile on his face and some flowers in his hands. He tried the door and to his surprise, it was actually unlocked. He held. Never say never, as I have now learned. A week or two after that first, brief contact, I found his name, floating in my buddy list, but I couldn’t remember who he was. Side effect of the lifestyle, I suppose. Just to clear things up, I contacted him, to see what was the what. He automatically replied with ‘you are the one who didn’t want married guys’. Oh yeah. I was bored, so I still kept talking to him. As the hours, and then days went by, we found that we had much in common. Food, books,.