I waited for a bit, and then I politely yelled out that I was going to get in the shower (she had already cleaned that), if that was okay with her. I ...eeled off my sweaty running clothes and just as I took off my outer shorts, she came out of the toilet room but still had some cleaning to do in the main bathroom. I was still wearing a pair of Under Armour boxers. I asked her if she minded if I jumped in the shower while she finished. She was a little surprised, but said "Okay," though I am not. .. somehow ... she didn't understand it ... exactly.What she did understand was what watching those men row ... biceps bulging, pectorals straining, those massive backs leaning into the work with their neck muscles standing out ... all to pull those massive oar grips and move the weight of that hull another foot ... did to her mind. They wore wrestling singlets ... those mens leotards ... thank God they were stretchy. 'I know I'm not supposed to look ... there'.While she was thinking she. Even though we opted for smaller bushel loads, that meant more trips on the staircase. Once we had it all topside, our bodies were quite beaten. Thankfully, the cleaning of strands was somewhat easier on us, although it still involved standing and reaching and bending and lifting.By the time I collected Heather’s giant cooking pot, filled it with a good amount of water, and lugged it to camp, I was thoroughly ready for a couple of night’s worth of sleep, even though the sun had only recently. " The bartender handed me a key and told me how to find the jail, which was less than a block away. He also gave me directions to Widow Anson's boarding house. I went to take a look at the jail and the attached "apartment." It looked adequate for my needs, and it had its own privy and well. The boarding house was only a short walk away, so I went over to find out about eating there.I knocked on the door and an elderly woman answered the door. "Yes, Sir, what kin I do fer ya?" Mrs. Anson, I.