Cider Press Hill

Could it be?

The lad has received a phone call from a certain young lady three nights running. She was an interest two years ago when she was 14. Her father, a very tall ex-Marine told the lad that his daughter won’t date until she’s 16—and pretty much scared the lad to death as they all met face to face at a football game.

Well. Two years have passed. And they aren’t talking about homework.

Someone’s walking on air this evening. smile

Posted on 11/09/04 at 08:27 PM
 




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