The first time I ever saw Kevin, I was picking up some materials from the supply store that were needed at a job site. My job required that I occasionally run extra materials to the construction crews if they ran short during the day. I don't mind being outdoors. Some women prefer the office environment, but I like the wide-open spaces, and the freedom to take the occasional truck ride to a job site. nnI'm used to being ogled and leered at. My slight 5' 5" height, long blond hair, hazel eyes, and 36" chest, combined with the form-fitting clothes I prefer, set me apart from the other working girls. I don't mind showing off my body, and I can take care of myself among the "boys club" of construction workers. So when my boss said, "Jenny, run to the supply depot and pick up this list of stuff, and get it to the Grover Street project, pronto," I jumped up with anticipation and rolled out in the longbed Chevy.nnThe man who loaded the planks into my pickup truck was new. I noticed his big, broad shoulders as he heaved the wood into my truck. As I watched him lift and lay the boards, he would look my way. When he did, I saw that his eyes were sky blue and crystal clear, the brightest I had ever seen. When he smiled at me as he handed me the sign-out paperwork for my signature, I felt like I could melt into his arms. He introduced himself as Kevin, and we briefly exchanged small talk about the project and how we liked our jobs. He made me as nervous as a schoolgirl as we talked. Fumbling with the clipboard, I managed to sign my name and hand it back to him. nnKevin said, "Thank you. I hope I'll see you again, Jenny."nn"I can't wait, Kevin. Really!