Her mother was going to kill them when they got home, but she couldn't help it. Flinging her legs high above the corn that surrounded them, she gave a happy giggle and sighed.
"What are you thinking of now?" Greg asked her, pressing a kiss to her hair as he stretched out an arm across her stomach.
"I was thinking of mother, and the stories she used to tell of boys in the corn fields." She put on a high pitched voice, eerily close to her mother's pitch, "they're only after one thing Rose. One thing!" Greg gave the girl a worried look and surpressed a shudder.
"That was creepy. Like she was right here with us."
"Now Greg, don't go saying things like that, she'll hear you!"
"What d'you reckon she meant anyhow? One thing?" Rose gave Greg a smile.
"I'll tell you later, perhaps."
"I don't get it though - we're just looking at the clouds."
"Yes Greg, of course we are."