During the many years in which the dairy farmer kept the young girl at arm’s length with brotherly bear-hugs, she somehow managed to finish her nursing studies and then an arts degree.
She had lots of adventures, jobs, friends – even boyfriends – all of which she would tell the dairy farmer about, much to his amusement. She would turn up at the dairy farm unexpectedly and be greeted by his yell of welcome … “JULES!”
The dairy farmer had been swept into a convenient relationship with a woman more his age, a situation that frequently broke the young girl’s platonic stance into slivers of absolute misery. Twice she bumped into the dairy farmer’s ‘girlfriend’ as the ‘girlfriend’ was leaving to go back to the city. These awkward situations were tempered by the guffaws the young girl and the dairy farmer shared in the wake of the departure of the ‘girlfriend’.
It was at about the time the young girl embarked on her postgraduate studies that the dairy farmer finally realised that she was now a young woman; that the age difference was now diminished by time. He let the ‘girlfriend’ go and rang the young woman, asking for a date.
jmgoyder 
oooh!
Can’t wait for the next episode.
I love these little vignettes
It’s about time! 😉
Thank God he was paying attention!!! 🙂
I am really enjoying reading your fairy tale romance!!! Keep it going
This is like watching a beautiful movie unfold. I can even hear the music!
Yeah isn’t it wonderful that as people age, age differences seem less important
I LOVE this story.
At last, the moment we’ve been waiting for! Of course, the young girl’s wait was much longer. It must have been agony at times!