Jose let go of her hand and put his arm around her shoulders. Stiffening slightly, Paula let him pull her body snugly against his. Her mother's eyes l...oked frantic. She was mumbling through her gag, trying to get up."What is it, Mother? Are you uncomfortable? Would you like a sleeping bag under you?"Ruth shook her head, mumbled something, nodded toward Jose, then shook her head vigorously and mumbled some more."He isn't going to rape me, Mother. Is that what you think?"Ruth nodded sharply."Oh,. “The port-a-potty?” The tinkling of the beer rushing back into the bottle made her turn back to him. He swallowed, raising and tilting the bottle toward the back. “That’s ours. We live here.” “You.... live here?” Nothing but a fan in ninety-plus degree weather, a tent full of tables and boxes of fireworks. “No way.” “The hell we don’t. We’re from Ohio. They recruited us. Said they’d pay our way down here and give us a place to stay. That we’d make a lot of money if we wanted to work hard and. I looked up about two strides before she reached my doorway. She wore no make up, her hair was in it's usual ponytail, but she was barefoot and wearing her little blue dress. She showed no particular emotion. Her swift approach froze me like a deer caught in headlights.With one quick motion, Barb was at the side of my bed, then was straddling my legs just above my knees. Ever notice the look of utter incredulity on the faces of people caught on Candid Camera, those looks that say "I'm seeing. I thought all hotel room glasses were plastic." Evidently not. You've picked a classy hotel." Have I?" She gazed around the room. "It's not bad, is it?" Not bad at all." So…" Pouting, she elevated the glasses again.“No. Later." He slumped back in his chair and crossed his legs. “Have patience, my dear." I haven't got any. You know that. And you," she said, pointing an accusing finger, "are still wearing too much." Am I?" Yes. Way too much." She narrowed her eyes. "Come on. Strip.”Holding her.