I did not answer that but saw to my weapons. I had four shots; rifle, musket and two from a smooth-bore pistol which really was not worth using unless...you could touch your target. I primed the rifle, leaving my powder horn and shot pouch where I could easily reach them, loaded the musket with buck and ball, and we waited."Who hit you?" I asked as she wiped her nose."Ran into a tree," she said with a grin.Soon the four of them stumbled out, one with a small keg under his arm. Through the cabin's. The truck pulled up beside me and the driver rolled down the passenger window and asked if everything is ok. I wanted to say yes but what was I going to do. So I confessed and said hell no in as much of an feminine voice as I could. I explained the situation and the guy said get in and that he would give me a ride home. So I got in and he said his name was Rick. I said mine was Christine. Right when I said my name he looked at me closer and was like are you a dude. I about started to cry. My mind was whirling as I thought about what had just happened and the reprecussions of it. I heard Alan enter the bedroom but I didn't look at him. I felt his weight on the bed and heard him putting on his pants. I was confused and didn't know how to react, so I just laid there. He got up, walked to the door and let himself out without saying a word. I didn't hear from Alan on the weekend and my stomach was churning when I went to work on Monday morning. Alan avoided eye contact with. She said, "Go ahead," as I passed her. I noticed a man looking at my body and he caught me seeing this. I gave him a smile meant to convey that I appreciated the attention which is quite flattering but hoped he wouldn't hit on me because I wasn't really in the right frame of mind to be entertaining offers. I probably just looked sheepish. Dauphine was drinking some yellow martini with a green cocktail onion in it. "That is such a cute dress," she said. I searched her.