There were thick bars on all the windows and the doors were covered by steel plate outer covers. Soon after my uncle had built the place it had been b...roken into and vandalized. He had made it hard to get in side after that. Looking through the windows from the porch we could see a big living room dominated by a stone fire place.There was a modern kitchen area.We could see into a big bed room and through a door part of a bath room. I told them there was another bed room with a bath we could not. I was biting my lip, wondering if his pubic hair would be as light and fuzzy as the hair on his arms. I must have made a small sound, because he turned and fixed his eyes on me, cozy and green as the ferns. He couldn’t be older than mid-thirty. I could see now his short spiked bangs, strong jaw and cheekbones. He stopped fiddling with the cell phone in his pocket and held up his hand to stop me from further entering the room. He didn’t speak, but looked me over, as if he were memorizing every. I told him I did and it was such a great way to meet new people and make money. We talked about my move and settling into California and what motivated me to drive for Uber. I told him about the flexibility but also the money and especially the tips. I told him I aimed to please. “A good looking mom like yourself probably has no trouble getting tips”, he said to me as I locked eyes with him through the mirror. I told him I’d been known to go the extra mile to make my riders happy and that led. She took it and he pulled her up with ease, surprising her with his strength. She over-corrected and stumbled into him, catching herself against his chest at the same time he grabbed her elbows to steady her. ‘Jesus,’ she muttered, splaying her hands across the hard planes of his chest. ‘You’re like an immovable force, aren’t you?’ ‘That depends.’ ‘On what?’ she asked, looking up at him with a grin. ‘On who’s trying to move me.’ He walked backwards, pulling her with him toward the tent, holding.