Russ just leaned against a fender and watched; usually he was a little more talkative. Still you could see how happy he was when that pickup started u... for the first time in nearly a week. He smiled as he shut the truck off. “Glad that wasn’t too hard to change out. I am sure everyone will be happy to have a clean road.” Inside the ranch house was equally as stereo type as the cowboy who lived here. Old west photography, rustic furniture, a couple mounted deer heads and the radio tuned to old. Even when we got on the elevator to the hotel room Steven held my hand. And I didn’t try and pull away. I stood behind Steven as he slid the key into the door and opened the room. He walked in and held the door for me. There was really no room for the two of us in the hallway, and Steven brushed against me as he closed the door. As the door clicked shut, the room was dark and I heard the deadbolt latch. I could feel Steven’s body lightly brushing against me. The same sensation from earlier in. But I think if we kept it, y'know, quiet..." But -- what if I turn out to be a screamer?" Annette wanted to know.I laughed. "I hope you do! It would be good for my ego." Maybe the landlady would throw you out that same day." It would be worth it!" I'm still going to be living in the dorms this year," Annette said, wistfully."I can be your home away from home," I offered."Maybe."By this time, Annette and I had graduated to a slightly more advanced relationship. I had learned, for example, that. I was working with a new hire. His name was Luke. He was about 23. Same age as me. We had made a few team saves during the day and he was totally grounded in his technique. At about five o'clock, we blew our whistles and everyone came out and drove away. We did the menial tasks of closing the umbrellas, bringing in equipment and lowering the chairs. Our lake had a nice hut for the workers. Couches, chairs and even a shower/locker area. I had spent several afternoons there with other female.