A Beautiful Bunch of Poseys The Poseys are your typical family-well, not precisely typical. They have their own special eccentricities, as does everyone else. Through simple, or contrived good fortune, they comprise a beautiful bouquet. Mr. Forrest and his wife, Fern, are the parents to a large family of seven girls and one son-all having one thing in common...their beautiful botanical names...each more flowery than the next. Perhaps it was a lovely idea to follow tradition, but living in Garden City, Kansas, on Orchard Lane, well...one can see the difficulty they might have. It isn't easy being floral. Lily First love...a time for discovery and a time to cherish. In all its forms, first love can be wonderful, as well as a bit daunting. It certainly can have its ups and downs. * Lily sat back against the pillows, reliving the moment their eyes first met and her heart seized. What a difference one night could make. Whoever would have imagined the most handsome man at the dance having the desire to search her out-Lily Posey? He was tall, dark, and handsome, with the kindest brown eyes she'd ever seen. He was also witty, mannerly, and a divine dancer. As he spun her around the room, she could see the other girls were pea-green with envy. She was one of those Poseys, after all. By the end of the evening, everything had turned magical. Lily felt as if she'd just met her Prince Charming. Then suddenly, the most incredible thing of all occurred...he asked if he might see her again-and no one had ever done that. * It didn't take long for the good-looking stranger to set his sights on the prettiest girl in the room. She was magnificent, if a bit shy. With golden blonde hair, soft curves in all the right places, and long, shapely legs, she was enough to cause any man's mouth to water. One night spent with her, under the soft glow of the moon, and he could salvage what was left of his miserable summer. Exiled to his aunt's house, for conduct unbecoming a Barker, he had been sentenced to ten weeks of tedium at hard labor. However, after tonight, seeing this living, breathing, golden vision in the flesh, he vowed his luck was going to change. With the help of his good friend, Charlie, he would manage to sweet talk this little bit of femininity right out of her dainties-or his name wasn't Blackie Barker.