Dina had earlier said, that no way did they intend singing tonight. The applause they received, I think stunned them. I saw Dina look at Dawn and she ...simply nodded. The DJ being a clever sod had anticipated just such an event, he had the backing tracks all ready.They conferred for a little while, ***********ed the songs and the order, then they sang. They sang like two angels, never had I heard them so good. I realised that they were singing to each other, not us. We might as well not have been. Apprehensively Lindsey took the package and opened it. Inside she found a pink see through nighty and a frilly pink thong."Ron I've told you before, I just don't see how dressing like a slut is sexy." I know you're not all that keen on the idea babe, but you have such a great body and all you ever do is hide it behind sweats. I'm always going to that damn country club you adore so much without even a complaint. The least you could do is dress a little sexier on our anniversary," barked Ron a. The warmth created a cosy feeling that pleasantly combined with the other pine kitchen furniture. Corrin took a seat at the kitchen table while AnnaLee filled the kettle. "Do you mind if I ask how you spend your day, besides the obvious cooking and cleaning that's the bane of my life as well?" asked Corrin. "I listen to the radio a good deal... and do some reading from mother's collection of classic books." "And...?" prompted Corrin. "Not a lot more really." "So writing doesn't take up. ‘What?’ Josephine persisted. ‘I… I… I don’t know,’ I managed feebly. My face burned with my chagrin, how could I tell her that I found her beauty daunting? I wasn’t any Lord Byron, I couldn’t flatter her with prose or sweep her off her feet. Until I joined up I was a farm labourer, a hired man, what did I have to offer a delicate girl like her? She wasn’t brought up to a life of robust work such as a farm wife endured, she was worth more in my limited view, much more and I just didn’t have the.