They were doing their best to maintain a low profile (young men that maintained a high profile, were often put to work doing tasks, which made them wi...h that they had maintained a low profile)."I don't know," Ruff shook his head, "what do you guys want to do?" I don't know," Oluff replied, "another week and our coming of age classes begin. Seems that we should do something special before then." Hey, maybe we could sneak down to the swimming hole. It's the girls' day down there, and we could see. I rather think I was addicted to the illicit thrill of flirting with someone not my spouse. It was so much fun playing at being naughty right under our unsuspecting coworkers' noses that I couldn't stop even when it started to become more than a game. Work was suddenly interesting. I rushed to get there early in the morning and the weekends seemed to drag by. I lay awake thinking of new ways to torment Ryan and was surprised at how dirty and devious my mind could be.Like the time I slinked up. The tears he could now see in her eyes brought such sadness and bliss all at the same time. This was her! His angel! The one he had dreamed about so many times, but had begun to believe was only a mirage. Could she be real? Could this really be her? He must save her from her sadness. He placed his hands against the glass wall. With one small push of his hand it came crashing down, and shattered amongst the ground! The shards of glass disappearing into the air above them. His eyes were working. We're several miles off the nearest Interstate, and twenty minutes on a secondary highway out from the nearest centre of civilization. There's open land, mostly desert, all around us. My dad started the Roadhouse, after he got out of the Army.He had visions of making it rich, but between various downturns in the economy, and a change in the way the Interstate was routed, there was never enough traffic, so never enough customers. The customers he did have weren't the kind to spend much. He was.