Then Wilton had discovered they had anthropology together, and the friendship had blossomed. Now Cole was his go to guy for everything, even though he... had nothing in common.Wilton had suspected that Cole was gay from about week two when Cole had failed to check out any single girl that had ever walked past them as they lounged in the common room, flicking their eyes up and down his strong frame, swooshing their hair and hips to get his attention. Cole wasn't mean to anybody, but it was really. Iheld my breath as she applied the brakes and stopped baremillimeters from the doors."Hot Dog! That was fun!" she crowed, hands clenched overher head in the traditional gesture of sporting victory.By the time I rolled up beside her I had to force my waythrough the concerned crowd that surrounded her. I was so frightened I couldn't speak. The throng was treated to thesight of two women in wheelchairs kissing each other inpublic.Must have been a liberal crowd, the applause was. It was a long drive in the small 4WD, but this time Jill shared some of the driving, making it seem a lot shorter than the trip up. That and the fact he had such lovely company with him on the return journey.Dave stopped at The Lynd Junction for some lunch, because this time he didn't have sandwiches with him. Just before dusk they were pulling up beside the RV and unloading Jill's possessions into the RV.As soon as they were inside, Jill stripped off, saying "this is how I like to be in this. Singh doesn't like me to be here." What else do you have to do?" Harry asked impatiently. Evidently Mindy had gotten him worked up for a romp in the storeroom already."I could earn thirty dollars washing windshields," Joe said with certainty as he eyed the tall skinny boy who couldn't be much older than himself."Fine, we'll hurry. Here's twenty five in case we take longer than you wanted to spend washing windshields," Harry said as he dug in his pocket.Listening to Mindy scream her way through.