Ross People call me Buck. I’m an artist in oil colors, and a sculptor. I run in marathons, so I’m in good shape. Most women smile when I walk by;...I think it’s because I’m 6’6” and wear tight clothing. I have hazel eyes and brown hair. My parents were immigrants from Poland, and our whole family is very close. I have my own apartment and my own studio. I’d known about The Primeval Woman, an annual arts festival that takes place every year out in the Nevada desert. It deserves it’s wild. Normally when you spot a potential location there is a certain amount of ground work required establishing lights on as bedrooms not stairways and occupied flats v automatic lights etc so I wasn't getting expecting too much on the first attempt. I opened the window as far as I dared and raised my binoculars and there as if by magic were boobs!!! Literally as I raised my binoculars there was a lit window with a pair on full display and somehow the binoculars were focused to that exact. The contrast had been revealing and he had much for which to be thankful. He was more confident and less whiny with his friends. At some point in the last years, he had become one of those who complained about their place in the universe but did nothing about it."You owe me a shift's worth of sleep," the stern looking guard said across from the lift."Sorry," Ferro said automatically. "Was Riata really that bad?" Squalled like a baby and beat the shit out of a few inanimate objects," he said. "I. I stopped and offered him a ride, as I was driving out of downtown to home about half hour to 45 mins away. He hopped in to the car, really grateful for the ride. As I looked him over, I noticed that he was young, well built, with perky pecs and hard nipples from the cold, dripping wet T-shirt, he had a nice bulge in those tight wet jeans. As we drove off, he commented on me being shirtless and said that he felt really uncomfortable in his wet clothes, did I mind if he took off the wet T-shirt.