It was currently week five of your stay with Marcus's family out on the countryside for your observation period. He had cleared out his room for your stay, bent over backwards to accommodate you to the considerable dirtier life of a farmer compared to that of a reporter that you were used to, with grasshoppers chirping loudly in the hot summer night, only a lamp illuminating the front porch and the two chairs on it, he came up behind you and bit his lip as he sat down and kicked his boots up.