So the wife finally made it over to come and visit me, after a 46-hour flight, up here in North Dakota. After the normal pleasantries of how was the flight and nice to meet you, we settled down around the bonfire, with good whiskey and cold beers. With the sun setting behind the old barn, everybody started feeling a bit more relaxed, and the whiskey, dirty jokes, and lingering looks started to become more apparent. She wa...