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me. I wonder what Ashley would make of my moves with Tristan.    
     
    “Is there anything else you want the crew to send down before we bed down for the night?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye.
     
    “Since I work at Dayton’s, I know there’s one thing that both of us will find helpful tonight,” I begin in a serious tone. I’m going to impress him with more of my job smarts.
     
    He interrupts, “Could that be…condoms?” he snorts while I turn beet red. I know what’s on his mind and, of course, it’s also been on mine. It breaks the spell for me, however.
     
    “That’s very arrogant of you, Grant, don’t push your luck! So, I think we should sleep in separate corners tonight,” I snap back. He’s hornier than I am. I detect a rueful expression on Tristan’s face when he sees my blushing face. At least he has the decency to look remorseful about his remark.
     
    I wonder if there’s anything that would make him blush. And then, I remember how needy he is about being held. Is he psychologically damaged in some way? Has he suffered a loss that requires a lot of reassurance? I hope I’ll discover the truth tonight. Maybe I’ll be allowed to massage him and that great looking butt. So I decide to push on and forgive him for being too forward.
     
    “What I was going to suggest, before your rude and crude interruption, was to ask the crew for two self-inflating mattresses. They’re thin, light and can be easily deflated and rolled up. Sleeping on this hard tiled floor won’t be easy with all the shaking. The veteran campers swear by them. I can recommend the best brand.”
     
    Tristan calls Bailey and makes our request along with an order to send us some sweats and a change of clothes including underwear. “What’s your size, Joanna – in everything?” he barks out. Normally I’d be reluctant to share my personal stats but, under the circumstances, I quickly give him the information. Then we settle down to wait. It’ll be a couple of hours before they arrive.
     
    After dinner, we both spend some time texting others about our situation. Tristan seems to be conducting some business via his IPhone as well. I wonder how long our phones will be viable. Then again, maybe the rescue crew can recharge them while we sleep. I love that basket and cable arrangement. The earthquake’s aftershocks continue to rumble our little corner of the universe. I wonder how other people are coping throughout the San Diego area.
     
    As our evening unfolds, the temperature falls and the elevator shaft becomes quite drafty. I use the toilet area as a changing room. I put on warm sweats and some socks that have arrived by now then wrap myself in one of the blankets. It feels comfy. Tristan follows my lead. It feels great to remove my borrowed clothes. Ashley’s wrinkled and increasingly grimy outfit will never be the same. I put all of our dirty clothes in a bag and send them up and away. I could get used to this level of service. Tristan probably expects that and more from others but doesn’t even realize how easy he has it.
     
    We’re both seated across from one another on our piles. I decide to ask him more about his family. “You said earlier that you had four people in your family. What’re they like?”
     
    Tristan warms to the topic, “My mother’s a nurse and dad’s a doctor. My older brother, Eddie, is the clown and ultimate party animal. He’s a good person basically but gets too easily riled up. He can’t keep a secret, so if you want the world to know your business, Eddie’s your man.” He snorts at some unspoken memory.
     
    “And you had a difficult childhood?”
     
    “Yeah. Something unfortunate happened to me when I was a child. It traumatized me so much that I quit talking for a while,” he admits with a sad smile. 
     
    “How old were you when this event happened?”
     
    “I was about five years old,” he shares and drops his head in discomfort, then swallows. I’ve just