I think it actually would have been easier if Seth would have done or said something to indicate that he didn't want me there, but he seemed fine with...it. I wasn't used to this behavior from him. But even if I didn't want to admit it, it was easy to relax in the environment I found myself in. I liked it.I didn't do much talking, but I did help with the boxes, and followed instructions when Mr. Fisher gave them to me. I mostly just watched, and listened. I paid attention to how Seth and his dad. Just then we felt the draught as the door to the steam room was opened and a couple of voices asked, “Anyone in here?” Before I could answer, George grunted, “Yes.” Two guys came in, and I could just vaguely make out that one was about forty and the other in his fifties. They introduced themselves as Tom and Nigel. The steam was still dense, but it’s strange how your eyes adjust themselves to the different environment. Similar to when you first enter a dark cinema. Tom and Nigel on. ” He was six-six and muscle thick. “Follow me, young man.”“Yes ma’am.” Very polite too.About a half hour later he followed Maw back out onto the porch and went to the outhouse.She sat in her rocker and said, “His name shore ain’t just cause he’s tall neither.” Ah nodded. “And he knows how to use it! He’s got my approval. Hell, why don’t you marry him so he’d be around here a lot.”“Maw, Ah ain’t ready to settle down yet. Ah want to get my high school diploma fore Ah do. It’s time we had one in. Then Julie torpedoed me. "Yeah, come on Dirk. I think you'll like this one."Now what. If she liked it she might want to ... think about it ... later ... with me ... if you get my drift. I felt my boner starting already. Maybe if I sat down it wouldn't be so noticeable.Linda and Julie scooted apart so I could sit between them. This story was called "Peeking At Sister's Tattoo" and it was just dirty. I mean it was dirty in the old timey sense of being a nasty, dirty, spicy story. And it was.