Chapter 8
Once inside the dorm cabin I was greeted by two of the guys who were housed there with me. One of them, Buddy, says, “I hear you went hiking with that hot blonde. How did that work for you?” I responded, “If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” Buddy, “Yeh, did you screw her?” “Would you believe me if I said yes?” “David you’re too shy for that and besides Jew boys don’t screw. Maybe you got a kiss or two.”
My real dilemma was that I wanted to stay on good relations with both Sheila and Desiree and that did not seem possible. I was correct. It wasn’t possible. Sheila and Desiree apparently had a conversation and they confronted me that evening. Both of them called me a dirty nasty person who had taken advantage of their good nature and friendly behavior. Sheila called me a sex maniac. Desiree called me a sleaze ball.
In the weeks that followed I spent hitch hiking on my own. Towards late August the park had heavy rain storms that included thunder and Lightning. These storms occurred in the afternoons. To my surprise both Sheila and Desiree were seriously frightened even though they came from cities that have that kinds of weather.
Both girls were almost in tears with the sound of the thunder. I found the situation odd since Los Angeles rarely has thunder storms. I should have been the one with fear.
The other guys in the laundry said nothing. I was the person trying to reassure the girls that no harm would come to them. The storms never lasted 15 minutes. My reassuring words seemed to have a mending effect on my relationship with both girls.
Chapter 9
Like everywhere else in the country Labor Day weekend signals the end of summer. Marla and Joe came around to the laundry to say that the bonus for staying the entire summer was available to everyone now that Labor Day had passed.
I was among those who was ready to leave Yellowstone. Marla told me my last day would be the coming Friday. Almost every one of the summer hires were choosing to leave as soon as possible.
I approached both Sheila and Desiree and apologized for my behavior. I asked each for their full names, addresses and phone numbers. To my delight both of them gave me that information. Each of them said that if I ever came to their towns I should call. Both of them said it was all great fun or similar words.
The Greyhound ride back to Los Angeles had a very attractive girl in the fourth row of seats. I started a conversation with her.
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