to his closet and pulled out a huge terry cloth bathrobe. He walked towards me and said, "Here, get into this, I'm going to start a hot bath for you." I pulled of the wet clothes and piled them on the hearth. The bathrobe felt so warm and I had stopped shaking.

I heard the water running in the bathroom and the guy came out and said, "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ben. Ben Olson." I said, "Oh, I'm Mark Jamison. It is very nice of you to welcome me into your home and thaw out my freezing bones." He laughed and said that I looked so pathetic, standing there shivering that he couldn't help himself but to get me into the warmth and thawed out. As he was talking, I noticed his rugged but kind face, his beautiful build under those clothes. He told me to go into the bathroom and sit in the tub until I felt I was warmed up. He said he was going to heat up some of the stew that he had leftover from dinner. He thought I needed something more than just coffee.

I soaked in the warmth of the tub for about 15 minutes and finally got out and dried off with the towel he had left on the toilet seat. I slipped the robe back on and as I came out of the bathroom, the aroma of the reheated stew made my mouth salivate. He had moved a little table and a chair by the fireplace and said, "Come on over and have a bite." I looked at him and thought, ' I'd like to take a bite of him.' He stood there looking so masculine with his t-shirt and Levi's. His chest was huge and biceps were stretching the sleeves of his t-shirt. His waist was no more than 30 inches and his low rise Levi's showed the perfect bubble butt. There was quite a bulge showing and all I could do was imagine what was underneath. He had sandy blonde hair and blue green eyes. He looked as though he hadn't shaved for 3 days but his stubble was blonde and made his face look masculine. He had taken my wet clothes draped them over a chair near the fireplace to dry out.

I sat down and started eating the stew and Ben asked what brought me to the area. I told him about my job and where I was going. I told him that I had a reservation at the motel in Graeagle and since I ran out of gas, didn't know how I was going to get there. He told me not to worry, he'd call the motel and tell them what happened and in the morning, he'd take me to my car in his truck with some gas that he had in tanks. He said because of the storm, there was no way that I could go out tonight and that I'd have to stay at his place for the night. He then pointed to the bed and said, "That's the only bed and I hope you don't mind bunking in with me." Mind? Hell, I could hardly wait to jump in that bed with him.

I asked him what kind of work he did and he said he was a sort of logger. He would cut dead trees down, saw them into fireplace size and sell the wood to local hardware stores. He said for every 3 trees he'd cut down, he had to cut one