"We want a formal wedding, and we want at least a six-month courtship, Leon," said Sue Gambel looking her husand in the face with a tight, proud smie on her own face.

The huge fat woman wth newly cut and frizzed black hair standing behind her tried the same kind of smile, but somehow it was coming out as a grimace, particularly with the way she was holding her big knuckles with the valentines tattooed on them tightly against her hips.

Leon Gambel took a slow, deep breath of the cool morning air laden with the scents of honeysuckle and sheep n the nearby pens. This new liaison of his wife with the woman who called herself Susie in honor of Sue, and who stood a head taller than even him was throwing him. He never knew how to react next.

But there was at least one thing he did know how to react to--"Oswald K. Underfoot," he fairly snarled at the little, dark man behind him, "stop that giggling. Stop it now. A fellow can hardly think when you start giggling every time you see Susie."

"I can't help it, Leon, she's so purty, pretty, pretty Susie," Oswald K. Underfoot said while wrinkling his nose, and extending his face at the large woman with the heavily mascara-covered eyebrows and eye lashes.

Oh, God, was she? Yes, she really was sticking her tongue out at Oswald K. Underfoot to return the flirt. "OK, stop it.................................................