Her eyes twinkled at that maneuver, and I winked at her. I watched her strut back to her table with the drinks and I pretended to go back to my book. ...ruth is, I watched how she acted with her date. She was clearly not into him, and I caught her stealing glances at me every couple of minutes.Thirty minutes later they got up to leave, and she came back to the counter to 'tip me'. She looked me dead in the eye and asked what time we close. Her voice sounded so high and cute (most times I hate. But I really don’t like living there. I’ll probably move out at the end of the summer.”“Oh? What’s wrong?”“They like to party too much. They’re about my age, 22. Fresh out of uni like I am. I guess you know I was pretty much a bookworm in college.”“Jeri said something along those lines, yes.”“I’m not too comfortable, socially. My mum was always overprotective, and anytime I would go to a party she’d spit the dummy and we’d have it out.”“Sorry, ‘spit the dummy’?”“I think you’d say ‘have a cow’. I stare at this woman probably about 70% of the time she is at this gym and I know that she cannot handle this weight. Something does not seem right, why would she try this? It's crazy! It's a total of 110lbs with the bar. I can see that she is very fit but I am not sure about this, it's a lot of weight, I would be surprised if she could even get it off the rack. Just in case I stop my exercise and watch to see if she can do this, if she could I would be flabbergasted. Beth grunts and. At least we weren’t completely out of civilization. We dropped my things off in the bedroom. There was a massive bed, with a rustic solid wood frame, a drawer chest, a table and a chair. We tossed my stuff on the bed and continued to unload the Jeep. By the time we were done I’d seen the whole cabin. The bathroom was small but efficient. The kitchen was well appointed, and we’d filled the fridge with food. As we finished putting away the last of the food, I went and swept Jennifer up into my.