Then the wind grew stronger. Porter imagined clouds gathering and the skies threatening rain. He maintained his pushing back, trying hard to keep the ...alance between them equal.The wind picked up strength and jumped towards gale strength. Porter had little trouble pushing but he had much more difficulty maintaining balance. The gale pressed ever harder and Porter believed that he was leaning into a hurricane. He felt his control slipping. Either he was going to get blown into the wall behind. Cotton door shut. Then her box springs squeak as she went to bed. The next week was just like normal. I went to college on Tuesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Friday I took online classes. I was free most of the time. My Mom went to work every day from 9 to 6. She would say good bye to Wendy and I before she went to work. I would catch glimpses of Mrs. Cotton all day. She spent the first week locked in her room. She wore big baggy clothes all the time. I would click on my laptop camera trying. I’m not going to be THAT guy, like the one that broke up my first marriage. So, she had no wedding ring.Second, she was a mature woman. She was not thin and not fat but had some substance to her. I guess ‘meat on her bones’ would be appropriate. It was my guess that when she stood, she possessed a very womanly figure that went in at the waist, and had a slight, come squeeze me pooch.Third, she dressed well. She was out on a casual date, I would guess, but was wearing slacks and a blouse that. We’d been back in our room around twenty minutes when there was a knock on the door, Donna threw on a dress as I put my shorts on, upon opening the door there stood a young girl, “Hi I’m your holiday rep you didn’t come to the meeting”, “No sorry we went out for a drink, come in”, as she came in she was Katie, 5’1”, 19 years old, been in the job 8 months and was wearing a uniform.She was wearing a blue sweat shirt, blue skirt and jacket and what looked like skin coloured tights. As she came in.