I'd dragged the story out of her, about her father and the marriage deal; I'd kept my thoughts to myself until she was done then we'd started on the tree. I found some old Xmas music and it was playing in the background as we strung lights and tinsel on the tree. "What are you making in there that smells so good?" "Lamb chops, they're the biggest I've ever seen, with baby new potatoes and fresh veggies." "I didn't know you cooked little Anna." "I love to cook." Good, she was relaxing again, for a while there I thought she was going to jump out of her skin, I guess it was to be expected when you tell an eighteen year old (I was almost sure virgin, or at least she better be) that you were going to fuck her after the sun went down. "So, this Mark guy why don't you want to marry him?" "Ugh, must we talk about that? I was enjoying the tree dressing...." "Yeah, we do, I have to be sure that after I stake my claim on you you don't have a change of heart and go running home to some kid." She blushed and hid behind her hair.
