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Elizabeth Brooks Palm Springs March 15, 2002 (same day) It was almost time to meet up with Sara and Jason and Jake was still in the washroom. I waited patiently outside the door with my robe on. I had taken off my clothing and placed them on the pile in the room. Tired of waiting, I knocked on the door for the fiftieth time. "Jake, get out! Why are you taking so long to bathe? There are people who would love to get-" The door opened and my words got stuck in my throat. He wore only a towel wrapped around his waist, his body still wet from his shower. I couldn't take my eyes off his body; he wasn't kidding about being fit. If this is what hiking did for people, I was down to try again. His muscles were so defined, he didn't need to flex. My fingers were itching to reach out and touch
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