Why did you tell me?”He replied “well, I just figured I’d get it out of the way. I’m confident in who I am. And that way if you were homophobe...you could just say, thanks by or whatever.”I had to admit that it made sense and he was definitely confident. I found myself more attracted to him the higher we went up the trail. By the time we reached the top I was almost certain he was shaking his ass in front of me.We reached the peak and my friend was right. A large open rock ledge that looked over. Jeff and Karen were sitting at the table. Bert was manning the stove. Karen was the first to notice his presence.“Hey!” she greeted with a friendly grin.“Morning,” Paul acknowledged her, forcing a polite smile. He took the seat right next to Jeff and before long, Bert had served a plate of steaming bacon strips right up in front of him. Paul restrained himself to making a curt mumbling sound and hoped it would pass for an acceptable “thank you.”He picked at his breakfast and watched in. Not to mention your shyness keeps you hidden at home or at the cow barn through most of the day, and your landlady's constant haggishness has scared away most possible suitors. You still keep hope that your maiden heart will one day be swept away by the man of your dreams.You quickly shake your head as you realize that you're starting to day dream again, knowing full well that you have to quickly milk the cows as much as you can. As you gain determination to do so, you realize one small detail:. I think Lisa noticed it. We got on line and when it came our turn, we took our own car. It was very exciting. We sat on opposite sides of the car. “Hey you think we can see Dad from here?” I asked. “Not until we get up high enough” She answered. I got down on the floor of the car “hey you wanna wrestle?” I wanted to make it as innocent a question as I could. She took her handbag off her shoulder and slowly climbed off the seat to where I was. “Ooomigod” I thought. She really is going to wrestle.