She asked me let me get you something to drink. I said no thanks madam. That time I am looking she was drinking Bacardi and she asked me Manu would yo... like to drink something hot in the climate, I said no madam, she said come on man, I know you drink while looking at you only, just leave the formalities, I am drinking Bacardi, if you want you can take some whisky, I said ok, she asked me to follow her, wow she has a bar room. With lots of liquors it’s well maintained like a five star hotel bar. We were focused on form and space. I could see the benefit of exploring the basics, but some of the projects looked like kindergarten art.“Be thankful you don’t have to sit through four hours a week of poetry from Beowulf to Angelou. I could easily sit and read a nice poem once a day, but reading a dozen or two dozen poems a day is a little much,” Annette giggled. “And I have so much to read for my living writers class. I hope you’ll be painting at home tonight because I’d feel awfully alone if. So—being the show off that I was, I snap the buttons on my 501's and drop my Levis to just below my ass, displaying my tite round hairy mounds for all to see. I continue to the mens room holding my jeans by the waist up front, still exposing my awesome hairy ass. Now, this was back in the 'old days' when rest stops were pretty much a truck thing—not so much 'travelers', so they still had the old style piss troughs, and often no doors on the stalls. I walk up to the trough and hooking the band. Seeing that she was on the verge of breaking down into tears, Dan said, “My friends will not go through tough times without me being there for them. I consider you to be one of my very dear friends.”As Pat broke down into tears, Dan went over to her bed. He grabbed a tissue and handed it to her. He said, “There is no reason for you to go through this alone.”Pat sobbed. She hated crying in front of other people. Big tough lesbians didn’t cry like little girls afraid of a storm. She blew her nose.