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wished Doug could have been here with me to see it. It was hard to imagine the men that carved those true to life faces out of the mountain. Finding a huge rock looking like it was begging me to sit on it; I sat down at the side of the walk near the front of the observation area. People were funny creatures to watch. Some were just in awe; others were rather blasé about the whole thing. Many of the teenagers fell into the last category. You could tell they were coerced by their parents to be there. I had to laugh to myself since I remembered being the same way.
     
    People from all walks of life were parading by , helping me pass the time. I would try to imagine what kind of lives they lived just by their mannerisms. I panned my eyes over to my left slowly and about choked on my own saliva! “Oh Dear God, no!” I found myself stammering out loud. Mr. Long Tall Legs was walking down the sidewalk to the front of the observation area! I ducked my head, thinking I could hide myself but no such luck. He was smirking at me as I was all scrunched up like an armadillo protecting itself. He proceeded right in front of me and mumbled “Morning!” I thought I was going to die but managed to blurt out “Morning” back to him.
     
    He stationed himself looking at the monument with his back to me so I seized advantage of the time. He was very tall, slender through the hips but not skinny. His shoulders were a little broader standing in the day light rather than sitting at the restaurant. Of course the black leather jacket gave his shoulders more definition accenting his snug fitting jeans. He wore them well too, for an older man. ‘And wow,’ I thought to myself, ‘black biker boots!’ God, the guy was decked out!
     
    He suddenly turned around leaning back into the rails of the wooden fence with his arms spread out beside him casually. He arched one eyebrow at me, cocked his head to the side, and smiled at me. Those lips . Those firm damn lips framed by that amazing mustache were sending twinges between my thighs! ‘Oh Jesus, Emily,’ I thought. ‘You can’t be doing this.’ I grabbed my purse without looking in his direction and practically ran to my car. As I slammed my door, I was mentally beating myself up for being sexually aroused by someone other than Doug. ‘I can’t allow this! My family was right! I have no business going off by myself. What was I thinking?  And my God, I am way too old for this! A sixty-two year old woman has no business being horny or having an affair. Affair? Where did that come from? Emily, girl, you have lost it!’
     
    By the time I reached the cabin, I had thoroughly beaten the crap out of myself. If my plane tickets weren’t set in stone, I would f ly home tomorrow and stay there. I ate lunch and then sat watching some children playing in the pool. They were splashing each other and having a ball. Their laughter was contagious. Off in the distance I heard a motorcycle approach making its way to the end cabin. I didn’t think anything about it as I continued to watch the children. Feeling a little sleepy, I rose to my feet going back to the cabin to lie down for an hour or so. As I fell on the bed, my emotions were all over the place from the admission that a stranger had attracted me sexually. I kept wondering what was happening to me as I drifted off to sleep.
     
    *****
     
    Two hours later, I awoke, changed clothes, and went behind my cabin to sit overlooking the creek and read the rest of the afternoon. The rushing sounds of the water over the rocks made me feel elated and content. I turned my e-reader on and began to read the second book by my favorite author. Absorbed in the book, I didn’t hear anyone approach me from the side. When he spoke I looked up into the steel blue-grey eyes of Mr. Long Tall Legs. ‘Okay, I am going to have to stop calling him that,’ I mentally berated myself.
     
    “Is it a good book?” he asked sitting in the chair beside me.
     
    “Yes,