I stayed dressed for the drive this time. That was a good idea, because I ended up having to stop a few times, and getting dressed would have been a d...ag. I also stayed dressed for the 1.5 mile hike along the road to the hot springs parking lot. That was probably a good move, because while I only saw one car, it was a pickup truck driven by two camouflage-clad rednecks who were probably out hunting. I don't know how they would have reacted to a naked hippie hiking along the road. Maybe it would. Nothing unusual lead me to believe that anything is about to happen, as i reach for the door to the aquarium (its a glass room) and i am hit with the most intense awareness of an south of the boarder, i was on fire... i looked around to see if anyone could tell how horny i was.everyone was doing there thing. they guys all lifting wts looked really good. i wanted one of them, now!, i wanted to hit one on the head and drag him to my cave.instead being me, some one fairly uptight i proceeded to. She doesn’t usually do that. We normally hold hands. She didn’t talk much either. She is normally such a chatterbox. Perhaps she was giving me a bit of head room – she knew how nervous I was. I have to be totally honest, and this really is an objective assessment – she did look bloody hot and I felt so good when we walked into the lecture theatre, her heels announcing confidently her presence. I noticed a couple of the panel follow her with their eyes as she took a seat near the front.“He’s. ‘Steven?’ I looked up at Lance who had touched my shoulder and broke into sobs. ‘I was wondering when you were going to cry.’ I don’t know how long I cried but he moved us over to the couch and just held me until I was done. I took the wad of tissues he held out and wiped my face, the lump still throbbing in my throat. ‘I can’t believe it took you eight months to finally break down.’ ‘I couldn’t break down. What would you have done?’ ‘Cried with you.’ He playfully punched me in the arm. ‘She.