"I have watched you from afar for a long while." His smile broadened, and she felt her breathing quicken a bit.She had been worried about something, b...t it seemed pointless now. Idle worry about things of little import, she was sure. "You have?" she asked. "They why have you not spoken to me?" I'm a bit shy," he offered.She nodded. "I used to be that way, but I got over it." she joked.He laughed at that, a deep, bass rumble of a laugh, it was very nice to hear and she wished to hear more of. "I've got bottled water."The girl stood and folded her arms, adopting the look that all young people perfected.A tractor-trailer crested the rise and bore down on them. Scott looked, but he'd pulled far enough off the road. He collected his phone and reached over the front seat to extract two bottles of water from the little cooler he'd stashed there.Through the rear glass of the Jeep, he saw the running lights of the eighteen-wheeler headed straight for him. For a second, he panicked. Time. But that was when I could have my turn on your lap. Now I have to stay away from you. You're right though, I guess." I don't like it either. You know that."They continued on to the shower speaking normally of public matters. He promised to wait for her and walk her back.After finishing their toilets, they met, and began the walk back.As they were walking by an empty campsite, she took his elbow, and saying "Come here" took him into the deeper darkness, behind a clump of trees."I want a good. I am NOT going to keep picking up your dirty clothes. Do you understand me?" Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I promise I'll put them in the hamper from now on." Uh, huh. How many times have I heard that." Mom, can I ask you a favor?" Certainly, dear. What is it?" Can you wash my back for me? My shoulders are a little stiff from practice and I can't reach it." Can't you do anything for yourself?" she asked with a smile on her lips. "Oh, alright. Hand me the washcloth and turn around."John stuck his hand.