His waist was not as slim as it had once been, perhaps, but he was by no means overweight. His smile was easy, his manner relaxed and despite the fact...that he demanded the very best from his students, he remained a person, not an aloof professor. He was a man one could get to know, admire, respect and with whom she could feel comfortable conversing.She had stopped after class one day to ask for clarification on one of the points he had made in class. Each recognized at the same moment the. They’re going all the way through to Carson City, same as you. The young couple is out there now, dickering with the engineer, the conductor and the brakeman as to how many times they’ll stop and water the two horses they got. If you’ll step out there and lend your argument to the matter, I’m sure your horse and theirs too, will have plenty of hay and water along the way.”Jeremiah had his saddle slung over his left shoulder, with his left hand raised, gripping the saddle horn. His bedroll was. “I really don’t want your father to ever hear about this, and I think if he ever found out…..well let’s just say the consequences would be severe, do you agree?”My mouth was as dry as sandpaper and I doubted I could speak, so I just nodded vigorously.“Keeping a diary on your computer without any form of security is just plain stupid, and I’m not naïve enough to think if I told you to stop and delete it you would. So what we are going to do is move it to a concealed file with password. “You look like you’re ready for the great out doors,” he said smiling, noting her t shirt and cargo pocket shorts, hiking shoes and ankle socks.“But here make one change,” he continued, and it was not a request; he was telling her to do it. He handed her a pink t shirt with bold letters on it that proclaimed: ‘This Bitch Blows’.“Oh, dear!” she exclaimed with a blush.“Come on,” he growled, “Don’t get all matronly on me.”That hurried her and she shed her own white t shirt without a thought.He.