The stars out hereaway from the cities were beautiful but Scott found it hard to givethem heed, he had been alone with his thoughts for a long time on...thistrip and that was not a happy place to be. Mirabel's warnings and hisconstant review of how ludicrously remote success seemed had beeneating away at the surety of his action like a slow consuming acid.Doubt was slowly undercutting the foundations of his personal crusade.So much like his trip to see Zoe's family, it was easy to be brave. She smiled then and said, "It's so nice to have someone interested in watching me. Did you enjoy yourself."I blurted out, "I just looked down for a second and then moved away Mrs. Wilson." My voice was high pitched like a girl and I couldn't help it.She repeated herself. "You weren't just watching me...isn't that right Peter? You disappeared quickly when you saw me look up at you. I hope you were able to finish." She waited several minutes then said again, "Did you finish Peter?"I looked. We go in one of the stalls and make love standing up. Patsy comes quickly, but I’m still going strong when we hear the door open. Patsy gives me a look of panic, but I lift her onto the toilet seat, so only my legs appear beneath the stall. Two men enter and begin dis-cussing what Patsy had done by the bar. They express in gut-ter language their admiration for her body and speculate on whether she was a “pro” putting on a show to drum up busi-ness or just brazen. As Patsy listens she grasps my. I left Dora to calm the insipid man down, and turned to watch the men at work. There's something about the way muscles move on a man that's entrancing, and Dora had to tap me on the shoulder to get my attention so we could get into the coach."Don't stare so, Lizzie." But look, Dora. They are gorgeous." They are rough, uncouth, dirty country filth, Elizabeth." You don't find them attractive?" I did not say that. I do not like the dirt." Under that." Oh, I know what's under that!" She grinned at.