I found my mother.We were staying at the Mt. Baker Hotel in the middle of town. Since I was one of the co-captains, I got first choice of room and I g...ot one on the top floor that looked out over the bay towards some islands. It was fairly clear and I could see mountains in the west with lots of snow on them even though it was almost June. Bellingham was right beside Mt. Baker, a 10,000 ft. extinct volcano. It looked a lot like Mt. Rainier, Mt. Hood and Mt. Shasta; all of them in a row running. I bend right over to lift the lid on the esky. I know you're watching and smile when I hear an appreciative "Hmm" come from your way. My denim shorts aren't that short, only mid thigh in fact, but I know they hug my bum tightly, showing off the curves of my ass nicely. I keep rummaging around in the ice, pretending I can't find what I’m looking for, but it's just a ruse. I straighten my back and poke my bum out at you a bit more hoping you notice there is no visible panty line, as I’m not. Those were dives that only an enormous amount of dope could make tolerable. They were worse even than those shitty places in the Australian outback, and without the certainty of a huge amount of dope and beer to lessen the discomfort. ‘We’re in luck!’ announced David when he emerged from the hotel foyer, this time with no stiffly suited porters in visible attendance. ‘They had several rooms free, actually, but I slipped the girl at the desk a few dirhams so we might just get a decent one.’ ‘I. I gagged and cough horrendously while everyone around me started to laugh and giving me a tap on my shoulder as a gesture of empathy. Then we started to eat and I enjoyed immensely the portion and the lavish food they prepared. Rusty is lucky enough to have amazing and supporting relatives. Two hours passed by, Rusty told us that we have a ride back home since his uncle drove by himself in a jeepney. When it was time to go home, we boarded the jeepney and went back home in less than fifteen.