0 comments/ 62895 views/ 6 favorites The Rancher's Wife By: egmontgrigor2010 CHAPTER 1 Two weeks before her husband and her unmarried brother who lived with them and worked on the ranch were to leave for Europe, Carl's young wife hit the roof. "These women who've replied to your advertisements to be a companion for me while you two go cruising round Europe after buying young pedigree Angus bulls are as useless as tits on a bull," Sarah said, giving a fair impression of ripping her hair out by the roots and she then stamped her foot for good measure. "Don't get your knickers in a knot, I'll find someone down at the Grady's Bar." Sarah all but exploded, saying she was not having one of his whores living with her for four weeks and the bitch groaning that she wasn't getting sex being incarcerated away from the bar. "Well you go and live in town. The men will probably work better without your over-lording them anyway." "You bastard," Sarah shrieked, throwing one of her best vases at her husband. Carl only just managed to catch the missile and placed it gently on the table and muttered, "Jesus." "Look what you almost made me do with my favorite vase," she sobbed. Carl muttered he could buy a replacement for under a hundred bucks. "Cut the acting your two," smiled the younger Kevin. "Place an ad in the newspaper for an experienced and versatile person for a month to help manage a big home and ranch. Don't say anything more." "What if guys apply?" asked his calming sister. Kevin grinned. "You want guys to apply because you've had no replies from women. If you choose a guy under twenty-five or over fifty-five you'll be safe sexually as at that age they won't be interest in a big-tit thirty-five year old like you." "Oh thank you very much asshole." "Very well Sarah darling," her husband said sarcastically, "Let's hear your superior suggestion or even an inferior alternative." "You know mom and dad won't come here in spring with the cold still around. For them it's midsummer of nothing." "Come on baby, back down. Let's try Kevin's suggestion. A 60-year old could still have the stomach to pick up a rifle and defend your honor against intruders and to provide the backup to ensure the guys work the cattle as you dictate. Some older guys pack more muscle that some younger men in their so-called prime." "Oh all right. We are probably wasting out time. If that fails I'll go down to the quarry and ask Harry if he'd loan me a sexy guy aged thirty-five to sleep with me for four weeks. He ought to get some volunteers." "It would create a riot of competing volunteers," Kevin leered. "That's inflammatory talk Kevin," said Carl sternly. "Shut your mouth unless you have something more useful to say. Sarah if this last-resort ad doesn't work you may go down to the quarry and hand-pick a guy you know I'd approve of and slip Harry the folding money he'd want and that's bound to be at least five hundred bucks plus coming to an agreement about the guy's pay." Eight days later Sarah and Carl interviewed the nine guys who'd applied for the job. They quickly eliminated the misfits and the one remaining guy got cold feet and left, saying he was scared of the dogs and didn't like hearing bulls bellowing. "Jesus," Carl said, slamming a palm hard against his forehead to send his ears ringing. "Vehicle coming," Kevin said. "It's the McPherson's Chevy pickup." "I bet he wants to borrow a box of staples," Carl said. "Well the answer's no because Tim has already borrowed two boxes and not replaced them." "It's his son Yarrow," Kevin called. "He's finished college and is back home," Carl said, screwing a finger into his left ear. "He'll want to ride a horse. His dad has switched completely to farm bikes. Kevin fix him up with Silver." "Hi Mrs Medway, Carl, Kevin. Sorry I'm late applying for the job. I had to pick mom up at the hairdresser's and they were late with her. Too much talking I reckon." "What to help manage the house?" Carl said. "You know fuck-all about ranching." "Mom said the role is to stand between Mrs Medway and the men to stop them trying to fuck her." "Oh Jesus," Carl groaned. "No way am I going to the UK." "How old are you Yarrow?" "I turn twenty-four in two months Mrs Medway." "And you have a girlfriend?" "Well on and off. It's Bess Grant but she caught me humping her sister last week so the Ice Age has come between us at the moment but I'm expecting that to thaw pretty soon." "Did you hear that Carl? And he's under the age limit for younger guys." "I heard. Come to the office and sign on Yarrow. Do you know the meaning of castration son?" "Yeah of course I do Carl." "Well that's what will happen to you if you touch Mrs Medway while residing here." They were walking away but Sarah fumed when she heard the reply. "Christ Carl, don't be so gross. She's old." Kevin sniggered. "You ought to try to bed him if you can Sis. I know from experience older women like younger guys." "Don't be so gross." "Gross, what's this thing about gross that everyone is on about?" Kevin asked. He wasn't answered because Sarah believed he didn't deserve one. Sarah took the two guys to the airport and howled. That caused her husband and brother to shuffle their feet awkwardly and they looked pleased to get the boarding call. They looked back to see Sarah waving, apparently happily, and that must have confused them. On the two-hour drive home Sarah became brave and thought she'd lay that young jerk to teach him what a good woman was like. Yeah that was being neighborly because his mom couldn't be expected to do that. But by the time she arrived home she'd decided he could sleep in the barn. That would offer her little protection but she didn't want him seeing her pad around in her gown with her breasts swinging. God that would have him shut in the toilet half the day masturbating. Yarrow arrived on a farm bike late afternoon as arranged, in time for tea. As he shut down the noisy motor and removed his helmet Sarah saw the low sunlight highlighting his blonde hair and then she noted broad shoulders for a skinny kid and she felt quite motherly. "Where will I sleep Mrs Medway?" "I'll make up the guest room after dinner," Sarah smiled, wondering why she hadn't said he would sleep above the hay in the barn. As they finished dinner she saw the light was fading and was glad she'd be sleeping with a man in the house, er she would be glad to be sleeping in a house where there was a man. That still sounded awkward, she mused, but then males were awkward to have around. "Do I continue to call you Mrs Medway?" "Yes." "Then Mrs Medway it is Mrs Medway." Sarah made up the bed and they watched TV and she dozed off and when she awoke found he'd gone. She waited thinking he'd gone to the bathroom but after fifteen minutes though even a person with a partial bowel blockage wouldn't take that long. Jesus, he'd gone to bed without saying good night the oaf. But then she though what was the purpose of him saying goodnight when she'd been asleep? Knocking on his door, Sarah waited to give Yarrow time to cease masturbating and cover up. "Come in," he replied instantly. She shot in to catch him at it but he was reading a book. Gee was he gay? Sarah went over and kissed him, the kiss landing in an eye. "What was that for?" he demanded. "To say goodnight like a well-mannered hostess would be expected to do. Do you masturbate?" "Yes do you?" Yarrow asked calmly and that sent the red-faced Sarah scuttling from the room, quite shocked. She wondered if she ought to pick a 30-30 off the rack and put a bullet through his foot for being so gross. She turned and went back to his room, entering without knocking, and said, "I'm sorry for being so personal and asking that question Yarrow. It was so gross of me." "Gross? Not at all. I can understand that as my employer you are entitled to be interested in what I do with my hands outside of work hours." "I-I am entitled?" "Yes of course. Come and give me a proper kiss goodnight if you wish Mrs Medway." "Call me Sarah and no, one kiss per night is all you'll be getting." "I very much doubt that. Good night." "Well I suppose a proper good night kiss is in order. Don't grope me." "Is that a request?" Sarah jumped back two feet and gasped, "Don't even joke like that... I couldn't bear it if Carl cut out your testicles." "Sarah unless you shoot off your mouth how is anyone going to know what we do? As I see it, with me staying alone in the house with you, everyone will simply assume we fuck our nights away. Go off to sleep now thinking what I've just said." "D-don't you want a kiss?" "No because I will feel compelled to grope you." Sarah left the room almost in daze. This was a disaster; it was not going to plan. She had wrongly assumed she'd be in control. Almost asleep, she wondered if Yarrow's voice would go up an octave after he was castrated. * * * Sarah awoke to sunlight sneaking into the bedroom through a gap in the drapes, the morning trills of birds and the whistling one of the guys moving the yearling heifers out of the pasture beside the house. Ah so idyllic. Then her eyes shot open as she thought of the young guy just along the hallway stroking his dick. "God why aren't I thinking of my husband," she sighed guilty and rubbed an itchy eye. Well, she thought suspiciously, those two guys in New York would be pushing the sleepy nude waitresses out of their beds to shave, have early breakfast and begin a half day of sight-seeing before they returned to the airport to board their transatlantic flight. She wondered why men when they cut loose in a big city grabbed whores while women chose shopping? Well at least the women she knew did, or so they said. Sarah had been born and raised in this house and one day just after her 20th birthday her friend since childhood from the neighboring ranch on their northern boundary, Carl Medway, had called to invite her to join him for a ride to the river. Her mom said no but Sarah said yes. God it had been almost two years since Carl had last fucked her and she wasn't of a mind to miss out. He'd plowed through most of her girlfriends and they all told Sarah he was very good. Carl had asked on the riverbank was she on the pill and Sarah said no and he'd best put on a condom because she didn't have any trust in guys who promised to pull out early. "No condom, no pulling out. If you get pregnant I'll marry you." "Why would you marry me... you have all those other girls?" "Because I love you Sarah darling." God, she'd fallen for it headfirst. She thought he really did love her; she hadn't thought that Carl's motive was marriage to ultimately merge the two ranches. Well pregnancy happened and Pat (Patrick) and Lucy were now at boarding school. It had worked out well really. They were a happy couple and she knew Carl occasionally jumped the fence to be with one of her girlfriends. She knew about such adultery because women talk. Apart from her brother the only other guy she'd ever had sex with was Carl and he would mount her at every opportunity. Sarah pulled up her nightdress and stroked her pussy lightly and then Yarrow came straight into her room without knocking, looked at her and grinned. "Are you masturbating?" God he was outrageous. Sarah felt as if she'd been caught with her panties down. She thought to leave her hand where it was and not to go red-faced in guilt and believed she was successful. She'd probably turned white in horror but actually she had only been stroking the light covering of hair. "What the hell do you want disturbing my peace?" "Use of your shower. The one in the guestroom has practically no pressure." "Christ Carl had promised me he'd fix that." "Perhaps you'll trust me to take a look at it later?" "Yes take a look and yes use my shower." "Will you join me?" "What?" He turned and dropped his robe and went into the bathroom whistling. Sarah took in his skinny white bum and smiled. What a cheeky little asshole he was. She went out to make coffee and Doug the acting foreman in her brother's absence knocked and came in, smiling and saying good morning courteously. "Coffee?" "Yes please Sarah. Is that young Yarrow sleeping in the house with you?" "You mean is he a house guest? Yes." "I thought he'd be sleeping in the barn." "That would be inhuman. There are rats nesting in the hay." "He'd be okay if I gave him Dell to sleep in the loft with him. She is dynamite on rats and will kill and play with them for hours." Sarah felt sick. Yarrow came out and said hi Doug to the much older man who looked at him closely as if searching for finger rakes and love bites. "I thought you'd be sleeping in the barn. There's a bed in the loft." "Nah it's more comfortable here." "You don't say." Yarrow stepped closer to Doug, bristling. "Exactly what are you insinuating?" Doug scratched his head and, intrigued, Sarah called to him it meant implying. "I don't know how to imply," Doug said, although not backing down. "Well if you are to make up foul rumors about me Doug..." "Whatcha on about? Mrs Medway would only touch you with an electric cattle prod." "Jesus Doug, that's in. Now you are insulting both Mrs Medway and me. Come on, outside and we'll..." "Doug, coffee is ready," Sarah said like a mother used to sorting out kids. "You sit where Carl sits, I'll sit in the middle and Yarrow you sit facing Doug and I want to see nothing but smiles passing between you two. Doug will you kindly take Yarrow when you check on the bulls." "One of the boys is welding the hole in Carl's pickup and Jake has the other pickup in town getting cattle drench so I'll be riding up to the bulls. The McPherson's only know how to ride motorcycles." "I'll ride the ass of you on any horse." "Oh yeah," Doug sneered. "Yeah." "Anyone for an oat cookie? And Doug if you try anything foolish to try to unseat young Mr McPherson or try giving him a half-wild horse I'll kick your butt so hard you'll land halfway into town." "Sarah we are just sorting pecking order. There's nothing to it. Anyway I've seen the kid ride several times and no way could I out-ride him." "Then I can trust you with him and to respect him?" "Yes ma'am. I'm in no mood to have my butt kicked today. You know Sarah, something's in the air. I've not seen you this fiery since the days of your head-to-heads with your late father." "Well you don't see me all the time. Shouldn't you be checking on the bulls?" "Another pour of coffee please Sarah while this young guy goes off and puts on ranch work gear. The bulls will charge a guy wearing a pink polo and white shorts even if he's on a horse." As the two men went off Sarah thought about Doug noticing the difference in her. Yes she felt aroused, um sexually aroused. A jump into a drinking trough was what she needed. She sighed and knew where she'd gotten that saying from: her father. Doug had know her father longer than she had as her father had employed Doug as a 15-year old who had been banned from further attendance at two high schools because of his wild ways. But her father had tamed him and her mother had given Doug further formal education, or at least had endeavored to do so. Finishing her allotted housework Sarah lay back on her comfortable chair under the deck sunshade and thought that was such a welcome alternative to pushing snow off the terrace, not that she was adverse to winter and its storms providing they didn't inflict too much hardship and outstay their season. She then began thinking of Yarrow stroking her vulva and fell asleep. When Yarrow returned exhilarated and chatted on about the four hours he'd been away and how Doug was a really good guy and was full of sound philosophy and wisdom. Sarah didn't say Doug had picked that up from her father. "Doug said I had to be careful when we checked out the two-year old bulls and I said I wasn't afraid of bulls and he said funny I should say that but did I accept frisky two-year old bulls weren't afraid of me. Well that made me think." Sarah laughed and said she better make late lunch. She tossed her phone to Yarrow and said punch in 666 and Doug would answer. "Tell him I'm inviting him over for lunch. He doesn't have to change clothes." As she was preparing lunch Yarrow came up behind Sarah and placed his arm around her. She was about to berate him but thought better of that and anyway he was still yapping on. "I said to Doug why doesn't he get a motorcycle from a dealer in town on trial and God he was so funny. He looks at me and says, 'Son this old ass has been shaped by horse saddles. How the fuck will it fit a skinny motorcycle seat?' I almost fell off my horse I was laughing so much." Sarah laughed easily and turned to ask Yarrow to fetch the Marinara sauce when he kissed her, full on the mouth. Sarah didn't open her mouth and kept her eyes open and saw his eyes were closed. She pulled away and simply said, "Don't you dare let Doug see you touching me." "There's no need for that. Doug warned me this morning if I touch you he'd kill me." "Oh god," Sarah wailed. "Easy Sarah. I'm not going to let him catch me, am I?" "Y-you be careful, real careful. Do you hear?" He just grinned and Sarah was disgusted with herself. Christ she'd just given him permission to touch her out of Doug's sight! "What else happened out there?" "Oh nothing, the air was great, it was sunny and all signs of winter were gone." "What horse did Doug saddle for you?" "Smokey, a gray filly." "Doug gave you her?" Sarah said in surprise. "She's the best horse we have." "I noted her lines and asked Doug why was he treating me so and he went all shy and mumbled he'd never had a son." "Well that's true, not one that he is aware of," Sarah smiled and then she realized the significance of poor lonely Doug's comment. Oh how cruel live can be, she thought. Doug knocked and came in and placed his battered Stetson over the doorknob. "Thanks for inviting me for lunch Sarah." "You're welcome; I knew the boys would have had theirs an hour ago." Doug walked behind Yarrow and tousled his hair and Yarrow said calmly, "Touch me again and you're dead." Doug didn't react and walked to the fridge and said, "A white wine and two beers?" "Yes please," Sarah said, unable to really believe what she'd just witnessed. Those two were now acting like pals whereas five hours ago they were almost at each other's throats. What a difference half a day can make. She sat down for a drink before serving the sausage pie and fries. "Well here's to the hero," Doug said, raising his glass. "We must be very proud of your house guest." "Proud?" Sarah asked, looking for an answer. "Didn't he tell you?" "Tell me what?" she asked, looking a little exasperated. Doug looked with new respect at Yarrow who was looking out of the window. "Your house guest performed rather well up on the upper flat pasture and thank God I'd given him Smokey otherwise you'd about now been visiting me in hospital if I was that lucky. A stupid 1500-pound bull caught me between my horse and the water-trough I'd just fixed and charged. Yarrow seemed to turn Smokey is half her length and they charged the bull that veered off and away, probably in fright. It was pretty to watch, I'm telling you." "Oh well done," Sarah cooed. "Go on, let her kiss you," Doug said. "Forget what I told you earlier this morning." Sarah, closing her eyes, kissed Yarrow on the mouth and Yarrow stood almost bug-eyed holding his arms out helplessly and that made Doug cackle in laughter. "You'll have to teach Yarrow how to kiss," Doug said. "He looked like a fish out of water. At college he probably only had guys to kiss. You know what students are like." The Rancher's Wife * * * That night after dinner and watching some TV Sarah yawned and stretched, aware her houseguest's guys had wandered from the screen to her chest. "Could I take a shower before you go off to bed?" "Sure," she said. "Yell out if you want me to dry your back." "You mean soap my back?" "Whatever." Yarrow wondered whatever what? What the hell did that mean. Was he on a promise or what? He ran a hand down his stiffening cock, hoping she'd noticed but Sarah was smiling at the comic antics of a guy and gal on-screen. He went off to shower thinking he'd kiss her later and perhaps grab a tit to give her something to think about. As he neared finished showering he yelled, "I'm ready for my back," hoping she had arrived in her bedroom and would hear. Susan came in and asked him to hand her the shower gel. Yarrow almost fell over in fright because he'd not heard her enter. He turned, knowing this would be the first look she had of his dick that was now fully erected because he'd been soaping it and having a bit of a play. Leaving the shower going at the high setting, he said, "You'll get wet. I suggest you take your clothes off." "Very well but turn away; I'm a married woman." He grinned and turned to face the blank wall and cupped his balls. She called, "Okay pass me the container but don't turn round." "You'd be best to stand in here with the door closed and to avoid flooding the floor." "I was thinking that." He waited for her to warn him if he'd turn she would be the one to remove his balls. But there was no comment. She stepped in, closed the door and ran a palm over his back. "You have lovely, fresh skin." "Push your tits into my back; I want to feel them on me." "No, we are wasting our time doing this. Come to bed. Don't dry yourself." She left the bathroom in a flash and he found her placing a chair under the knob of the bedroom door to the passage. He went over and made sure the gaps in the drapes were closed. He turned and she was standing almost at attention, waiting for him. "I'm old, thirty-six and my breasts are drooping and my thighs have thickened." "Don't you want to be fucked?" She giggled nervously and said she'd thought he might have been expecting the body of a younger woman. "I'd almost guessed accurately what to expect. You are an older woman and nothing can change that. I want to fuck you. Is that what you want?" She nodded and said she'd placed condoms on the cabinet on her side of the bed. "If I go into your pussy will you regard that as adultery." "Yes," she whispered, her head dropping slightly. "What if I go up your butt instead?" Her eyes widened and after a breath pause for reflection she said, "I know this is illogical but somehow I don't think it would be adultery in my mind. You are very clever." "Well the chaplain's wife at college taught me that and I regarded her as being sincere." "H-how many times did you have relations with her?" "About sixty times I guess. The chaplain was away for a month. It's also handy for when a woman is having her monthly." "Gawd Yarrow, you don't have to tell me everything," Sarah said, coloring a little. "Are you going to leave me standing like this all night?" "No come over here and suck my dick." "What?" "I said..." "I heard what you said. There must be give and take for a good relationship. You step forward and I'll meet you halfway." "And then you'll get those beautiful lips round my cock?" "Yes, licking or sucking. I'll decide." Yarrow moved forward. Sarah moved forward and dropped to her knees. Yarrow bent down and squeezed both breasts and Sarah was away, smiling and slurping noisily. Working steadily she found him easier to get away than her young brother and husband, neither of whom would warn she was coming. Yarrow groaned, "I'm about to come." "I'll swallow as much as I can." "Jesus," he yelled, and flooded over her. What a mess. She was choking on the first stream and the next went over her face and eyes and the next soaked into her hair. "Jesus Yarrow, you might have warned me." He protested that he had done so. "Now I mean warned you come in a torrent," Sarah said, wiping her eyes and holding her dripping hands out in despair. "I normally don't stream that heavily Sarah. You're so damn sexy. I'll fetch towels." Sarah's pussy was aching for him and she cleaned her face and hair. She felt so elated now he thought of her as being so sexy. Oh what a wonderful thing to say to her. She returned from having a pee and asked if he were ready to go again. "Yeah but will have to soften your ass ring first. "No it's okay. I want you up my cunt. I've decided it's more important to me to have a good fuck than to worry about committing adultery. "Will I have to wear a rubber?" "No it's a safe time for me at present I think." "You think?" "Oh come on Yarrow, I'm sure it's safe and anyhow it's usually difficult to conceive when you passed your mid-thirties. If anything goes wrong I'll handle it. Just get it into me darling." Yarrow slid in and Sarah pulled his head down and they tongued long and very wetly. While that was going on he was grinding the tit he had in his mitt. She loved having her tits punished. After a while when they were both groaning for it Yarrow jumped off the bed and pulled her on her back to the side. Grasping her legs near the ankles he held them apart and began pounding her, Sarah pushing back and puffing a bit. "Oh darling, this is s-o-o-o good," she cooed. "Yeah well it's what you deserved. You are built for fucking and have the right attitude for it," he said, making Sarah think that was rather a profound statement for one so young. Obviously he had more experience under his belt than she'd given him credit for. Sarah's head felt woozy and at the way her body was tensing she knew she was preparing to climax. "You fuck better than my husband and my brother," she gasped without thinking it was crazy to shoot her mouth off like that. "What, you brother?" Yarrow yelled. His face turned purple, Sarah could feel his cock thicken round the mouth of her pussy. His eyes bulged and breathing heavily he ejaculated, making her aware he was delivering the biggest flood of semen she'd ever received. The poor guy collapsed beside her. They were both sweating and breathing heavily. She hugged him to her and cooed he was such a lovely boy fucking her so well. "You mother will be so proud of you. Er but you are not to say a word about this to anyone." "Okay I know to do that. Because your husband has threatened to cut out my balls if I touch you and no doubt your brother will be his jealous and vindictive assistant and Doug could slap me around although he might stop short of killing me." "Oooh. Your mouth is certainly going to stay slammed closed about these encounters with me. Let my know as soon as you are ready to go again darling. Shake me awake if I'm napping. Thereafter every day except Sunday Yarrow would leave the side of the sleeping Sarah, grab breakfast and right on 6:00 Doug would ride up with Smokey in tow. They'd arrive back anytime between 11:00 and 2:00 having shifted cattle and checked and repaired fences and attended to anything else that popped up as being a chore. * * * Yarrow stayed on for the arrival home of Kevin and Sarah's husband Carl, who'd called Sarah every third or fourth night during his time away. Yarrow thought if he were to be punished he preferred to get it over with on Carl's arrival home rather than have Carl come looking for him and catching him cold. The boys came over for a beer with the boss and after Doug and Kevin led them off Carl looked at Yarrow. "You look stronger and more of a man since I've been away and I reckon you've lost ten to twelve pound in weight. I wonder why that is?" "It's due to all of the sex I've had with Sarah." Sarah turned white and almost dropped her wine. "Is that so? I had expected you to lie to me." "Dad has always said you don't lie to your neighbors." "Yeah, great sentiment." "Well you've done a great job. Sarah's blooming. Excuse me for a minute, I have something for you Yarrow." "Omigod, are you suicidal?" Sarah hissed as soon as Carl had left the room. "I reckon a prompt confession means he'll go easier on me. You have to remember Carl was young once and will remember how it is at that age not knowing where your next fuck will be coming from." "What?" "Shhh. Here he comes," Yarrow said confidently but the confidence ran out of him, his shoulders slumping, when Kevin walked in carrying a lever-action Winchester. "Carl!" Sarah screamed. "What?" he said, looking surprised. "I bought this as a present for the boy from a gun dealer in New York City. I knew if you wanted anything from Yarrow he'd give it to you and looking at his weight loss I know you have kept him real busy." "Yarrow my young friend. This is a Winchester lever rifle, Model 944 made in 1974 and I want you to be proud to own it. Ammo is still available for it and here's a box. I knew with you in the house I wouldn't have to worry about Sarah, confirmed by the fact she is blooming. Well I guess that's it and you best be on your way. I suggest you don't tell your mom about you and Sarah because older folk don't abide with that sort of thing." "Gee thanks Carl. This really is a magnificent gift and I feel greatly honored." "I called Doug once a week for a report on how things at the ranch was looking. He reported you two were getting lots of bedtime because he noted the lights were out by 8:30 except in the main bedroom. He suggested I buy a good rifle for you and insisted on paying half of it because you probably saved his life." "That's just Doug dreaming Carl, it wasn't as bad as it looked." "Doug knows what it's like to have a 1500 lb bull charging at him son and you don't. Think of being caught with your pants down and multiply that feeling 1500 times. Oh it was Doug who came up with the description that Sarah was blooming. He recalled his grandma used to use that word a lot." THE END