She wont .. you know. I mean, you know I love her. If sex is all I wanted in the first place, I wouldnt have waited a year. I was surprised at his fra...nkness. John and I had been friends since we were in the fifth grade, and he was an open guy. Sex was part of our daily conversation but we had never discussed sex with Bella involved. I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. Well, shes only fifteen. Maybe shes not ready, I said. Bella was a year younger than us. John nodded, then. Now get up and let's get moving."Hiking? He didn't remember planning any hiking trips. Oh, well, he shrugged and rolled out of bed and into the bathroom.By the time he finished his shower, her mom had picked the kids up. He lumbered out of the bathroom and saw his jeans, a t-shirt, a flannel shirt, socks, and a pair of hiking boots sitting on the bed waiting for him. She'd thought of everything. His interest was piqued. What fantasy went along with this, outdoor sex? Now that sounded good.He. "Maria?" I said.She was driving this time. "Yes?" If we get through this -- if we can reach some kind of truce with your Dad," I said."Yes?" I wondered if. Well, I've been thinking about, y'know, maybe asking you if you might -- umm" Jesus, Alex! Spit it out!" I've been thinkingabout-maybeaskingyou-to-maybemarryme?" I blurted."Marry you?" Yeah." So -- are you asking?" Yeah." Now?" Yeah. I mean -- not marrying me now, but asking you now, yes!" OK." OK -- what?" I said. "OK, you understand, or. ’ Joining in the laughter he pulled the car out into the traffic, ‘For such a refined Southern lady you have a particularly dirty turn of phrase.’ Slumping down, her bare feet up on the dashboard, her long bare legs rising up from the short denim skirt distracting him, ‘I’m not refined sugar, just a southern girl from the wrong side of the tracks.’ Pointing to a local corner store she told him, ‘Pull over here, I need to get some drink.’ ‘We don’t need it, I’ve got a couple of bottles of wine.