"What do you suggest?" I asked."Let me take you up to my other place," she said, quickly accelerating past all the attention and out of town again.Up ...n the exceptionally beautiful nearby mountains I spent a cozy night at the Wagon Wheel, in a room adapted for me as best it could be.I thought it was great, although Sally apologized several times for the rough adaptations she'd made. I'm sure it was much better than the garage I'd put her up in for weeks.And only after we arrived and I had. When we first met, she had been in her last year of univeristy and during that time, she had been a part of the cheerleading squad. So why this outfit now? Was she meeting some old flame from those days perhaps? That would be pretty hot!Well, she finished getting ready. The old uniform, pumps with knee high socks, her hair done in bunches, plenty of makeup... the works. Soon after, the doorbell rang and she giggled excitedly, running over to whisper through the door to me."Now you be very quiet. Margo had just turned 32. The tall blonde was even more strikingly beautiful then when she lived here. She had worked on the West Coast in the booming entertainment industry. She was between jobs and wanted to see what the old place looked like.She looked a little out of place with her long flowery dress and her hat. But then she had always looked out of place. At the boarding house, she was greeted by a young man who registered her for the month.“You’ll just have to warn us a week before if. Amy whispered that I can totally squeeze hard because we have years to recover and that she looked forward to how I wanted to achieve this goal, my eye saw that she has three piercings in her ears and one post in her right and my thought is she is a little wild and thats good. Amy smiled as we put on our packs and headed out on the trail in the warm sunshine, I commented on her short hair that takes very little maintenance then reached and patted her back rubbing upward. I like things that are.