I told him that the fellow at the bar suggested he might be the one I should ask. He said, "My life is not that exciting. I just do my job as well as I can and keep my nose clean."

After a bit more idle chat, I realized this guy would be the perfect one for me to do a story on. His jobs took him to all kinds of activities and each one would have a point of interest. I asked if he would consent to my doing the story about him. He agreed and asked what the next step would be. I told him that I would be around for about a week to watch him and take notes. I would be there when he got up in the morning and would follow him while he did his various tasks. He said, "Well, I start pretty early in the morning, like at 4:00." I told him that I would be there every morning at 4:00 and I was staying about 4 miles away at a motel.

He then said, "4 miles from here? Well, the ranch is another 6 miles from here. I’ve got an idea. If you want, you can bunk in at my place and you wouldn’t have to get up so early to travel that 10 miles." I thanked him and said I didn’t want to impose. He assured me that it was perfectly ok but, his place was so small, he only had one bed and he had no sofa. I would have to share his bed, if that was ok. Heck, the guy was a hunk and the thoughts of being in the bed with him, started a stir in my groin.

Alex introduced himself as Alex Cummings and I in turn told him my name was Ben Butler. Alex picked up a napkin and drew a rough map on how to get to his place. It was getting towards midnight and he said he should be heading home. I told him I would be at his place the first thing in the morning and would plan to check out of the motel when I left. Alex made jesters to all the friends in the saloon and out the door he went. It didn’t take me long to finish my beer and I headed for my motel.

I had a wake-up call at 3:00 and since I only had 2 and a half hour’s sleep, I got myself dressed, packed and slowly made my way out the door and drove the 10 miles to the road turnoff he had drawn on the map. As I turned down the little dirt road, I could see a light emitting from what looked like a small cabin about a half mile away. I drove slowly toward the light and arrived at the cabin at 3:55. The moment I drove in, a light went on in the cabin and in just seconds, the front door opened and I could see a shape in the doorway. I heard the voice saying, "Good morning Ben."

I got out of the car and walked toward the figure standing in the doorway. I could see him standing there in just his shorts. As I got closer, I could make out his handsome almost hairless body. He had a slight trail of hair that led from his navel down into his shorts as though it were an arrow pointing down to a very nice bulge being concealed in those Jockey shorts. He said, "Come on in,