Then he blurted out "this is crazy" in a slurred voice, to which I responded "fuck it man it's graduation we made it !" , he laughed and said "fuck ye...a, bro...we should do something crazy... I dare you to jump into the pool" the jacuzzi was nice and hot and the pool would feel ice cold at this point so I replied "You gotta go first bro" and he said "lets go at the same time" so we both stood up out of the jacuzzi and positioned ourselves to dive into the cold pool water, before we dove in I. Another time, Sarah showed me how to make little boats from sycamore leaves, which we let float down the creek. The wagon track snaked across the meadow, past two huge cottonwood trees, some scrub oaks, and a thicket of willows. It continued near three mature sycamore trees on the creek bank near the rock. One of the sycamores leaned, with some of its lower limbs reaching over the granite rock. Sarah reined in Pegasus near the first sycamore, dismounted, and tied him to a small tree trunk. I. But, I don’t know. There’s something in your eyes, something I haven’t seen in them before when you’ve looked at me.’ ‘Oh yeah? What do you see in my eyes?’ He drew his face in even closer to mine. ‘I think…’ Closer. ‘I see…’ Closer. ‘Me.’ His lips came in and grazed mine and I felt myself shudder with excitement. I knew that he’d felt it too. He waited only a moment for me to protest, and when I didn’t, he brought his lips back, but this time placed them full and hard on mine. He let go of my. I was tired from the trip but did not feel like staying in her room alone, so I walked over to the Silver Strike Saloon for a shot or two of tequila.I stayed at the saloon and traded outrageous lies with a couple of off duty peace keepers until nine that night. I only drank a couple of shots to warm my innards. The rest of the time I sipped a mug of beer. Bob walked into the saloon at nine so I joined him on the rest of his rounds. Bob had settled into his position as sheriff nicely, and was.