Kenneth stares. That's really all that he has been doing since Colonel Wilson introduced his daughter to him. It's a bit shameful, he admits that. Being so fixated upon a girl half his age, but could anyone blame him? She was a sight for sore eyes. She looked so soft. And he hadn't felt the touch of a woman in years. He'll take her, he decides. He's already 42. What better age than now to find himself a pretty little wife?