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believe that she said that.  I just came out.
                  “I must tell you something, Misty.”
                  Misty nodded, her glistening eyes penetrating into Daniel’s soul.
                  “I am not a good person.”
                  “I disagree. You are a very good person.”
                  “A good person would not do this.”
                  Daniel reached over and lovingly touched Misty’s face.  He pushed her hair away and tucked it behind her ear. 
    Then he kissed her, softly at first, then more deeply.
                  Misty responded with a moan and she wrapped her arms around Daniel.
                  Their embrace seemed endless, a perfect moment when time stood still.
                  “I love you very much.  I wish to marry you.  You are the most…”
                  She let her herself go now, unleashing all of the pent up passion that had been building in her since the moment she met Daniel in the barn.  She took his hand in hers and placed it on her breast.  He lifted her off the ground and set her down in the back of the Jeep.
                  They kissed for minutes, exploring each other, losing themselves in the sheer joy of expressing their affection for each other for the first time.
                  “You not answer my question,” Daniel said, holding her face in both hands.
                  “Use the language correctly, sir.”
                  Daniel smiled.  “You have not answered my question, Miss Buffett.”
                  “Yes, I will marry you.  I love you more than life itself.”
                  “I have no ring to give you, no money.  Only my heart and my devotion.”
                  “The only thing that matters is that we will be together.”
                  “Are you sure?”
                  “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
                  It started to rain, a gentle sprinkling common to the Columbia Gorge in the early winter.  They made no attempt to seek shelter.  As the drops fell, so did their clothes.
                  Misty took off Daniel’s shirt. 
    She kissed his muscular, hairless chest. 
    How many times had she imagined herself doing this, wondering how Daniel would feel, how he would taste. 
    Now it was finally happening.
                  Daniel slipped off her blouse and loosened her belt.
                  The rain began to fall a bit harder, now it was more than mist.
                  They ignored the weather.
                  Daniel laid Misty down in the back of the Jeep. 
                  He was taking off her jeans when they heard a vehicle slam on its brakes and come to a stop ten feet behind them.
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
     
                  No one said a word.
                  Misty put her blouse back on and buttoned up her pants.  Daniel slipped on his shirt.
                  Wilson kept clenching and unclenching his fists.
                  Daniel noticed that and moved between Anthony, Wilson and Misty.
                  Anthony finally spoke.  “Alright, Misty.  Show’s over.  It’s time to go home.”
                  “No.”
                  “What do you mean, no?  Get over here this instant!”
                  “No.  I’m not going home with you.”
                  Wilson moved toward Misty.  Daniel stepped in front of him.
                  “Do not touch her.  I warn you only