Inside the cellar, Fred stood there in his fadedWranglers and Wranglers Brushpopper shirt and his well-worn boots and hiswell broken in straw Stetson... hat.From inside the cellar, they could hear the wind starting to howl acrossthe prairie like angry wolves. They hugged each other out of fear and adeep love they have for each other. All kinds of debris hit the doublewooden doors of that old cellar and yet they held strong despite the windsand the debris that was hammering them. As the winds. When he finally touched me, he rested his hand on my thigh. It felt warm and natural there.Finally, he said, "Let's go out to my ranch."Ah, the come on line. I have heard a million but it is always interesting to hear another. And, the answer often determines if I spend the night with a guy or let him drop."What do you have in mind?" I asked."You are beautiful little filly," he answered, "I want to exercise you a little and then put you in the stall with my stallion so he can mount you."Holy. .." Doctors said I was probably measuring in hours instead of days." The old man cracked open one eye and jangled the wrist with the plastic admissions band on it. "So that's why I'm playing hooky. I want to remember the feeling of sun on my skin and smell fresh air for a while, not antimicrobial soap." Can't blame ya there." Alex said. "You mind if I share your bench?" Now why on earth would a young man like you wanna spend time with a crusty old fossil like me?" I'd like to think that nobody. ‘Shit, Orkideh, we have to get out of here, NOW!’ I said, pulling her to her feet and realizing that whoever ransacked our room was still looking for us and would likely be back. ‘But what if they are still outside waiting for us?’ ‘You start packing up our stuff,’ I said, ‘and I’ll go scout. Put the lock on the door while I’m gone and don’t open it up unless you know it’s me.’ ‘Jackson,’ she said about to begin an apology. ‘Save it,’ I said. ‘We need to get out of here first, then we can.