![]() Give me a swell memory to keep me warm on the trail at night. Come on, Maggie, just one time-and I won’t look, I promise. She couldn’t see Jim’s mouth but she could feel him smiling at her. Can I touch ‘em, then? He paused his hand in front of her. You said you’d marry me but you won’t let me see them? He was shaking his head and Maggie could see dark curls bouncing. Maggie relished the aroma of the small barn and took in breaths filled with fresh hay, polished leather, and newly oiled machinery. Just two weeks earlier, it was still warm enough for late corn and tomatoes. The evenings were starting to get some October chill to the air. ![]() ![]() She tucked her legs under her a bit tighter and shivered. She could barely make out his chiseled silhouette in the darkness of the barn. Can I see ‘em? His broad hand reached for the ribbon, the damned double-knotted ribbon, that sheltered Maggie’s breasts. ![]()
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