.. needed help, I guess. They didn’t teach me to hate bullies, although mostly I did. Rather to be ... protective isn’t the exact word, but close ...o it. So that kind of outlook — be nice, but be smart — combined with my size ... well, it sort of fit in with keeping the peace so far as the Little River saloon customers were concerned.My grandfather, Clive Gilmore, had showed me how to be ... not a man, exactly. I was too young for that when he taught me how to ride horses, took me fishing,. We left the floor and stopped at my table and sat for a minute. Then I grabbed my clutch and headed for the loo. I took care of business and as I slipped my key card into my bra I once again cursed the fashion-police for rarely giving evening dresses pockets. I was primping myself in front of the mirror when Gloria came in. Looking at her again was like seeing her for the first time, breathtaking! She stood against the closed restroom door with her arms crossed as she looked at me. Then she. The feeling of it releasing was totally alien. Even thesound of it spraying into the toilet was different. I finished. Istood up, purposely not looking, and pulled up the panties, not knowingenough to wipe myself. This is her bathroom. Turquoise bathmat. Matching towels. A clearshower curtain. Shelves filled with soaps and shampoos and make up. Abox of tampons on the bottom shelf. Hair clips, bobby pins, scrunchiesand barrettes were in a big white painted wooden bowl. Just unreal. . During the summer of 2008 right after graduation I took a job at a hotel as a cashier/concierge. I was a good athlete in high school, kind of tall and thin, I always got a lot of attention from the high school girls but they never would have sex. At the hotel there was 3 Russian workers here in the U.S on a work exchange program. They lived in the hotel, 2 were guys and one was a girl. I never really spent much time around the two Russian guys, they seemed quite and aloof. The Russian girl.