Sam kissed her hand again.<br/><br/>“I will never rue this day . . . on the contrary this has been my best day if you count the last twenty-four as it.”<br/><br/>Sam stood, tenderly embraced her, and kissed her as chastely as he could imagine such a kiss might be.<br/><br/>“Of course we may have to edit the story for the children of how we met and proposed . . . at least until they’re older.”<br/><br/>He kissed her not so chastely.<br/><br/>“I’ve never been a fiancé before so I intend to work it some.”<br/><br/>Sam winked at her as her squeezed her left butt cheek.<br/><br/>“I want you now more than ever Irene . . . but we have to do this first . . . the drawing . . . the rest of it will be my pleasure.  Now tell me what you know about this fellow darlin’ . . . the abbreviated version.”<br/>