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Chapter 5 - On a roller coaster Lois was able to freshen up her western style outfit for her trip to the dude ranch with Steve. She came down to meet Steve for breakfast and saw him with Melissa. "Hi Steve. Hi Melissa. Will you be joining us for breakfast?" "Hi Lois. Good to see you again. I'm sorry, but I can't join you. I have to get to work. But you two have a good time together." "Bye Sis. I'll catch you later." "Bye Melissa." "Well, good morning, Lois. You look lovely this morning. Did you sleep well?" "Thank you, Steve. But you know this is the same outfit I wore yesterday on the tour. And yes, I did sleep well. After all that excitement last night, I think I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. How are you?" "I will let you know as soon as I have my first cup of coffee," replied Steve, as he signaled for the waitress to come over. "Ahhh, one of those," smiled Lois. "Since I am not a coffee drinker, I have to admit that I don't relate to that, but I am aware that it applies to many people." "Just give me a little space. I'll be human very soon. Hmmm, here comes the waitress now with the magic potion." Lois gave Steve a few moments to let the coffee wake him up and put him in good humor. Meanwhile, the waitress came back with her orange juice. As promised, Steve's mood soon changed and they were off and running with their conversation. "Remember, Steve, I need a very gentle horse. This will be my first time. I wasn't sure I wanted to admit this to you, but I am a little bit afraid of them. I know someone who owns a few horses. It took every bit of courage I had just to feed a carrot to one of them, the gentlest one in the corral. They are awfully big and powerful animals, Steve. Big teeth, big jaws, big legs: I don't like being afraid of them, but there is a lot to be wary of." "Are you sure you want to do this? We can always find something else to do in a town like Las Vegas." "No, Steve. As much as I am afraid, I want, maybe even need to do this. When my friend's nieces and nephews were young children, they rode horses. If young children can ride horses without a problem, I think this is a fear I need to face." "Okay, I'm sure you'll have a good time once you get the knack of it. You won't be the first person with a little fear to have their first riding experience at this dude ranch. And it is good to have a healthy respect for what a horse can do." "Thank you for reassuring me, Steve. I know that I will feel better being there with someone I know." "If you don't like it, we can always come back early. Ride the roller coaster, perhaps?" "Oh no, Steve. I am not afraid of the roller coaster. But I know what it will do to my stomach. It wouldn't be a pretty sight." "Okay, the dude ranch it is. As soon as we finish up breakfast, it will be off to the races ... not literally, of course," added Steve as he saw the look on Lois's face. "Your horse won't be doing much more than walking." And soon they were off to the dude ranch. Lois explained that horses were not uncommon where she lived. She had one high school classmate who owned her own horse and regularly competed in equestrian events. Her parents were both successful doctors. And there was the client she had mentioned at breakfast who had a few horses in his corral. He was originally from Texas farm country and had become a successful actor. He invested the money he made from show business and did quite well. But it was generally the wealthy people who could indulge horse ownership. The typical middle class families like the one Lois grew up in could not afford the upkeep and land needed for a horse. Lois added that it was quite different if you went into upstate New York. There were many farms upstate and horses were more common there. Steve replied that upstate New York sounded like where he grew up in Idaho. Much of his home state was covered with thick forests and mountain regions that were often difficult to access. But people in rural areas, including where he was raised, often had horses. Steve's parents didn't own any, but he often rode the horses of his friends. He even spent a good part of one summer on a horse when he worked on a farm. He liked horses and looked forward to opportunities to ride. Even though they only knew each other a short time, both Lois and Steve wanted to ask the other more personal questions. But each of them held back, unaware that the other was thinking the same thing. They were both hesitant to move forward. Not only did they think it was too soon to get that personal, they were aware that in a few days, they might never see each other again. Even so, Lois and Steve were becoming more comfortable with each other as they talked. And as their comfort level rose, so did their fondness for each other. If someone had been observing them and reading their thoughts, the logical question would have been: would their fondness for each other become great enough that it would turn Lois's impending departure from a hindrance to an urgency? Steve explained that there weren't many dude ranches in this part of Nevada. Most of them were in the central or northern part of the state. Both of them were southwest of Vegas. The older one was geared more towards people who wanted a cowboy experience: riding, wrangling, roping and even bunking out overnight for some. The one they were going to was started by a friend of Steve's for the same reason that Steve had become a tour guide: the construction industry recession. This ranch was a more typical dude ranch for city folk that wanted an easier introduction to horses and ranch life. Novices would learn the basics of riding a horse, and get comfortable riding in and around the corral. Then they could go out for a trail ride. Lois replied that she was glad that Steve had chosen a day more geared for a novice. Steve mentioned that the ranch usually picked up their guests at the hotel where they were staying. But because Steve was a friend of the owner, they were going to get a more personal treatment than those who came through as part of a group. This was the main reason that Steve chose this ranch over the other. And it was why they were driving out instead of being picked up at New York New York. Because Steve was an experienced rider, he could help Lois when the owner needed to give some attention to the other guests. But much of the time, the owner could leave that to the rest of his staff. Like much of Las Vegas, business was slow and the group wasn't very large that day. Steve turned off the state highway and onto a dirt road. Lois saw a sign that read "Spring Valley Ranch - 6 Miles" with an arrow indicating that it was straight ahead. Lois asked if that was the ranch where they were going. Steve replied, "Yes," and then explained that the ranch wasn't really in Spring Valley. That was the name of a suburb west of Vegas that is about ten miles in the other direction. But the owner, Bob, had made a lot of his money putting up buildings in the Spring Valley area. There was no local name for the valley where the ranch was located. But it was near Mountain Springs and Spring Mountain Ranch State Park. So, figuring that Spring Valley had been good to him as a builder, Bob decided to give that name to his ranch. He wasn't getting rich, but so far he had done okay and was enjoying his new life. Lois said that the name made her feel a little more at home. "There is a Spring Valley near where I live," she explained. "But it isn't an area where you are likely to find any horses." "There aren't many horses in the real Spring Valley in Nevada, either," Steve replied. Steve pulled up to the main house and immediately Bob came out to greet them. After Steve and Bob exchanged a hearty handshake and slapped each other on the back, Steve introduced Lois and Bob to each other. Bob explained, "I wanted Steve to be my partner in the ranch. But he wanted something more flexible in case building picked up again and he could return to construction. Now for me, I think my construction days are over. I don't miss that hectic life one bit. It's much more relaxed out here. Still, I would have benefited from Steve being part of my business. For one thing, the man knows his horses. He helped me pick out most of my initial stock, and I ain't had a moments regret about any of them. "And I see he has picked himself a fine lookin' filly this time, too," Bob added. Lois blushed as Steve punched Bob playfully on the shoulder, but with just enough extra force to let Bob know to back off the subject. Lois was feeling too self-conscious to notice the significance of the men's interaction, but Bob blinked once in surprise and then nodded to Steve to let him know he understood. "Speaking of horses," Bob said, quickly recovering, "by getting here ahead of the group you have first pick of the horses you will be riding today. Steve said that you have never ridden before, Lois, so I know he will pick out a nice, gentle one for you." As they walked through the corral, there was one horse that came up to Steve, as if expecting Steve to mount him. Steve spent a few seconds with the horse and even reached in his pocket for a little treat for it. But then he gave the horse a gentle slap on the side as if to say, "Not today." Soon, Steve brought over two horses. He had chosen a horse for himself far gentler than he was able to handle so it would be easier for him to stay close to Lois in case she needed help. Besides the fact that he wanted to be near her, Steve felt responsible for her well-being and wanted to make sure she wasn't alone should any problems arise, even with her having the gentlest horse at the ranch, if not in the entire state of Nevada. It would not only be an exaggeration to say that Lois proved to be a natural on a horse, it would be an outright lie. Her nervousness was quite apparent to both the people and the horses. But she survived a few close calls without falling off and eventually managed to make it around the corral a few times without Steve riding right next to her. As far as Steve was concerned, she managed just in time, because he knew there would be new difficulty for Lois once the tour group got onto their horses and the corral became crowded. Steve reassured Lois that she was ready to venture forth and they slowly headed down the easiest trail riding side by side with Steve ready to reach out and grab the reins of Lois's horse should any trouble develop. Riding aboard an American Saddlebred named Sandy, Lois managed to stay on her horse as it slowly eased from a walk to an ambling gait alongside Steve's horse, Chip. Lois and Steve didn't talk much while they rode, but they smiled often at each other and Steve occasionally pointed out one of the scenic features surrounding the trail. Lois had admired the western scenery during her entire trip through the Rockies and neighboring states. Now she enjoyed seeing it at a much slower pace. Even so, Lois was devoting much of her concentration to make sure she stayed upright on her gentle mount. At the same time, Steve was staying alert for any possible danger, knowing that even the gentlest horse can be spooked. One time, he steered them a little way off the trail to give a wide berth to a rattlesnake that was sunning itself on the top of a rock. But for the most part, the trip was uneventful, in the adventure sense of the word. On an emotional level, it was a different matter, as Lois and Steve continued to get comfortable with each other. Steve admired that Lois was willing to try new things, even something she was obviously apprehensive about. In turn, Lois admired Steve's quiet, gentlemanly strength and dependability. Seeing a copse of trees ahead, Steve checked the sky for the position of the sun and declared to Lois that it was time for lunch. Lois found it interesting that Steve checked the sky instead of his watch. When she asked him about it later, he replied that it was easier to stay alert to his surroundings by looking at the sky. When you look at an object close at hand, you tend to focus much more intently and shut out your surroundings. Steve made sure the horses were taken care of before joining Lois under the tallest tree where she had spread a blanket and the simple fare that they had brought with them. Steve reminded Lois that in the Old West, horse thievery was one of the most serious crimes on the books. The lives of the early settlers often depended upon their horse. Even today, as they had ventured away from the ranch, their well-being depended upon the partnership between human and horse. "Take good care of your horse, and a good horse will go great lengths to take care of you," Steve told her. Lois listened intently, even though she had no idea when she would need that information again. As they ate, Steve complimented Lois on how well she had done so far. Lois replied that she still felt like a raw novice at riding and that she was far from the enthusiasm that Steve had for the activity. Still, she was pleased to receive his compliment. Lois looked down to brush some crumbs off of her jeans. Her movement was graceful and ladylike - no rough pawing that a man might do to accomplish the same task. Suddenly she sensed a quietness and a pair of eyes staring at her. Not only had Steve stopped talking, he had stopped moving completely. It was his steel gray eyes that were staring. "What?" asked Lois, caught off guard by Steve's sudden change in demeanor. "I'm ... I'm sorry," stammered Steve in reply. "It's just ... it's just that I'm usually able to keep my mind on the ride and my surroundings. But I find myself very distracted today." "Oh?" replied Lois softly and hopefully. "Well," Steve began, then paused and looked down before continuing. "I have really enjoyed your company and getting to know you, and ... and ..." (Lois smiled in encouragement for Steve to continue) "and I can't stop thinking about the way we parted last night. I think you are a very beautiful woman and I am very attracted to you." "Beautiful? Looking like this? I'm covered with trail dust and a little sweat here and there. And I am not exactly wearing the most feminine or sexiest outfit." Yet as she protested, the tiniest bit of pride snuck into her thoughts, albeit a very uncertain pride. "Does he really think that I am beautiful?" Steve replied to her protests, "But that's just it, Lois. Most women can look nice after they step out from the beauty parlor or have a fashion makeover. In my opinion, a truly beautiful woman looks beautiful even when she isn't trying. And you, my dear, look marvelous. And part of it is your beautiful personality that shines through no matter what you are wearing or how together your look is." Lois tilted her head downward almost imperceptibly, looking up at Steve through her eyelashes. A shy smile was included in her eyes. She reached out across the blanket to Steve and offered her hand to him. He engulfed her delicate hand in his well-calloused but manicured one. He wondered for a moment whether that look was the stirrings of love or merely gratitude. Without a word, Lois tilted her head again ever so slightly, this time upward with her lips puckered. Her eyes closed to slits and she squeezed Steve's hand just a little bit tighter. In response, Steve leaned forward and kissed those proffered lips. The kiss was chaste and gentle, but delivered with firm, masculine lips. Her body quivering, Lois pulled Steve's hand slightly toward her while reaching out with her free hand and managing to find Steve's shoulder, caressed it. Steve broke the kiss long enough to scuffle across the blanket on his knees, sweeping the remnants of lunch aside. He took Lois in his arms, pulling her close and resuming the kiss. This time, their lips ground together harder and more passionately. Steve could feel the heaving of Lois's breasts as her body melted against his. Finally, Steve sensed Lois's need to breath, so he broke the kiss and said, "Lois, that was wonderful, just like everything else about you. I knew it would be this way. But it is important to me that you know that I did not bring you all the way out here to take unfair advantage of you. A quick peck on the lips was all that I could have hoped for." Lois's head said "Thank you" while her heart groaned "No, don't stop now." In the end, it was her head that spoke. "I appreciate that, Steve. You are a very dear, special man. And a great kisser, I might add." Everything about the kiss was perfect, including the romantically innocent location, the way it came about and the man who delivered it. It was everything she ever dreamed of and she would remember it forever. Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. She swore that even the horses were showing their approval, staring at them and bobbing their heads up and down. Steve followed her gaze and said, "Ah, Chip and Sandy are growing impatient to return back home. They know best and we mustn't keep them waiting." Slowly and reluctantly, Steve and Lois broke their romantic embrace. They gathered up their simple picnic campsite and soon were back on their way. They rode a little further until they came to a fork in the trail. They took the trail that led back to the ranch. For Lois, Steve was the most attractive part of the scenery now, and she often sent a glowing look in his direction. On the other hand, Steve appeared to be all business, once again keeping mindful of anything that might pose a danger. Lois wondered how men can turn their emotions on and off so easily. Yet at the same time, considering their location and circumstances, she was grateful that he was in charge and for his ability to focus on the task at hand. Without further incident, they soon found themselves back at the corral. The other guests of the ranch were still off somewhere on their own adventure. Steve helped Lois off of Sandy, his touch a bit more tender and familiar now. Her body, especially the part that was in contact with the saddle, ached. She admitted to Steve that riding a horse was not in her blood, and it wouldn't matter to her if she never did it again. But she quickly added that she thoroughly enjoyed her day and their time together. She was proud that she accomplished it, and glad that she didn't embarrass herself or cause any problems for Steve. "Well, dear Lois, you did cause me one problem." Lois looked quizzically at him, wondering what she did wrong. "How am I going to stop thinking about you?" Lois smiled and replied, "I know. I am always causing you trouble, aren't I? Well, as problems go, I hope that at least I am a delightful one." "That you are, my dear. That you are." Hand in hand, they walked back to the ranch house, and soon they were on their way back to Vegas. As much as Steve wanted to talk some more to her, he allowed her to doze most of the trip back to New York New York. Too soon, Lois was roused by Steve calling out to her, "Wake up, my dear. We are pulling into the parking lot of the casino." Peering through half-open eyes, Lois mumbled, "I was just getting nice and comfortable." "You had a nice nap. I'm sure you needed it. Even though the horse does most of the work, riding can be very tiring for a beginner. You did well for a first time. Nothing to be ashamed of." Lois was about to thank Steve for the compliment when he added, "Oh, and don't worry. You didn't snore while you were napping." Lois pretended to look around and then said, "You're lucky that we are in the car. If I was waking up someplace more suitable for a nap, I'd be throwing a pillow at you right about now." She pretended to pout, but the twinkle in her eye told Steve that it was good-natured banter. As Steve parked the car, he asked Lois, "Do you feel refreshed enough to do something this evening?" "Well, I could use a hot shower or a soak in the tub. And then I would like to put my feet up and maybe just relax in front of the television for a while. But what did you have in mind, Steve?" "There's a Beatles tribute show at one of the other casinos. We could grab a quick bite to eat and then take in the show. One of the pluses of things being slow in Vegas this summer is that it always possible to get a ticket at the last minute, especially mid-week." "The Beatles? Weren't they the band that Paul MacCartney played in before Wings." Steve chuckled and Lois added, "Okay, I admit it. I remember the Beatles." "And I'm sure four imitators won't match your memories of the original John, Paul, George and Ringo. But I've heard good things about the show. I hope you will have a good time." "I'm sure I will, Steve. I'm sure I will." They arranged a time to meet to have a quick meal at Nathan's and then head off for the show. After they shared a quick hug and kiss, Lois went to her room to relax under some hot water. This time she decided on a hot shower to save time in washing the trail dust off and easing her sore muscles at the same time. Once again it was time to review her limited travel wardrobe and she decided on wearing something a little bit dressy, but also a little bit fun. She put her hair up in a simple style and dressed in a raspberry colored blouse and Indian print skirt. But first, she searched through her things and put on her most feminine bra and panty set. It wasn't that she was hoping that something would happen later that night. But after the compliments that Steve gave her and the moment they shared on the picnic blanket, she wanted to feel her most feminine. She had found that what other women had told her was true: even though you are the only one who knows what you are wearing, the look and feel of pretty things against your skin does wonders for a woman's mood and confidence. Meanwhile, as Steve turned to get the tickets for the show, he saw a familiar figure standing there. "You saw that?" Steve asked. "Indeed I did," Melissa replied. "I'm so happy for you, brother. I know you have only known each other a few days, but there is just something special about her. Lois seems to be exactly what you are looking for, as if someone read your wish list and designed her just for you." "You know me so well, sister, including what makes me happy. And you can read my moods better than even I can. And you know what I am trying not to think about, even if it is always in the back of my mind." "Of course I know what you are thinking. 'Why does she have to live so far away? What can I do to convince her to stay? Otherwise, in a couple of days she'll be thousands of miles away and out of my life.'" "Exactly. But as I said, I don't want to think about it now. Come on and walk with me to the ticket desk. I'll tell you about the great day we had at the ranch." "Don't worry, Steve. I have a feeling that God didn't bring her into your life and get your hopes up just to remove her. But there's one thing we can do. I'll contact Trudy after you leave and we'll get some of our church friends praying about this." "Great idea! So anyway, we got to the ranch bright and early, and ..." Later that evening ... "So Lois, what's your opinion of the Las Vegas version of Nathan's?" "Well, there's no way they could duplicate the atmosphere of the original. But the food tastes pretty much the same as I remember it. I guess they get it from the same source as the one at Coney Island." Steve checked his watch. "Ready to go? We need to leave soon." "Just let me take a quick trip to the ladies room and I'll be ready to go. And yes, Steve, I can be quick if I need to." "One more thing to like about you." Lois had already moved too far away, so Steve blew her a kiss and said, "I'll be waiting right here for you." True to her word, Lois returned quickly and soon they were off to see the Beatles tribute show. The song-filled show did not give Lois and Steve much chance to talk. But with the faux fab four opening the show with "I Want to Hold Your Hand", the couple did hold hands through most of the 90 minutes, taking a break only to applaud or when invited to clap along with the music. After the show ended and the couple walked to Steve's car, Steve asked Lois if she had a good time. "Of course I did. I held hands with a great guy this evening." Steve flashed a big smile and replied, "Thank you. But I wanted to know if you enjoyed the show." "Well, I like a many genres of popular music. And Marvin and Tammi sang it best: 'Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing.' But I have to admit they were pretty good, even if not the originals." Steve shook his head in agreement. "You said you like music. I would guess that you've been to a lot of concerts." "Actually, I've only been to one. I saw Anita Baker at Radio City Music Hall. She was fabulous." "My tastes run more to groups like the Eagles and the Allman Brothers." "I can understand that. They have a good, hard-driving sound. I can see a manly guy like you having them as favorites. Actually, as much as I love Anita Baker, my all-time favorite is the Moody Blues. But I'm not sure I would have wanted to see them in concert. What they did in the studio was so intricate, it is difficult to replicate in concert." "What would you like to do now?" asked Steve. "If you don't mind, I'd like you to take me back to my room. It's been a long day." "I understand. You did a lot today, most of it new experiences. You had enough exercise and excitement today to last a week." Even so, Steve was hoping their evening together was not coming to an end just yet. He hoped that once they arrived at her door, that their good night kiss would lead to an invitation inside. He sensed that Lois had been tempted the night before, and they had become even closer today. Perhaps it was fatigue, perhaps it was anticipation of the decisions that would need to be made at the door to Lois's room - whatever the reason, both were deep in thought as they rode back to New York New York. Soon they were riding up in the elevator, Lois resting her tired body lightly against Steve. Wordlessly, they walked hand in hand down the corridor. As they paused in front of her room, Lois looked up earnestly into Steve's face and told him, "I can't remember ever having a nicer day. Thank you for showing me such a lovely time." Steve easily gripped each of Lois's hands in his, looked deeply into her eyes and said, "This lovely day doesn't have to end just yet. I can't explain it, but I know how I feel. In just a short time, you have become very special to me and I hope you feel the same way about me. And I would love to spend the night with you." Lois was able to get her right hand out of Steve's grasp and it flew up to her face in surprise. "I don't know, Steve. We ... I mean I ... uhhh ... well ..." Lois was so flustered and inexperienced in these situations, words simply would not form in her tired brain. Steve tried to reassure her, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I just want to be with you." Seeing no change in Lois's panicked expression, Steve should have given Lois more time and told her that he would call her tomorrow. Instead, misinterpreting the reason for Lois's reluctance, he pressed on: "If you're scared because of your secret, you don't need to be. I know. And it doesn't matter one bit to me." For a moment, Lois was too stunned to be sure she heard correctly. Then shock turned into rage. It is amazing the affect anger and adrenalin can have on the human body. Lois was suddenly on high alert and with new found strength. Her little 120 pound body was able to shove Steve in the chest and push his big 200 pounds backward a few steps. Lois screamed, "How could you know? Were you spying on me? I hate you!" Now it was Steve's turn to be stunned. How could things go from wonderful to a disaster in mere seconds? Then his mind raced and went into damage control mode. Holding up his hands in defensive supplication, he replied, "Please let me explain. We meant no harm ..." Lois seized upon one word. "We? Of course. Melissa must have been a part of this. There never was a contest, was there? Oh God. I feel like such an idiot. Get out of my sight. I never want to see you again as long as I live." Seeing Steve hesitate, she added loudly, "NOW!!!" All Steve could do was continue to hold us hands up, palms outward and slowly walk backward saying over and over, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Finally, seeing that Lois's face remained red with anger and her eyes shooting daggers at him, he turned away and started walking back to the elevator. As he fought back tears, he heard fumbling with a purse, a click as the key card triggered a green light and then a door slam loudly. Two thoughts ran through Steve's mind: "Had he just lost the best thing to ever happen to him?" and "How would he explain this to Melissa?" He couldn't handle another woman being mad at him tonight. He would tell his sister tomorrow. As for Lois, you can only be livid with anger for so long. She thought she had known low points in her life before, but this had to be the worst. Dissolving into a flood of tears, she cried and cried until exhaustion took over and she fell into a fitful sleep.