I had heard a few rumors about a run-in between her and Brian, but wanted to get the story straight from the source, so I opened with that.
"Hi Dana. Why don't you sit down and we can talk for a few minutes."
She looked a little apprehensive as she took a seat. "Have I done something wrong?"
I laughed. "No, not as far as I know. Don't believe the stories the other guys tell you about me, they're just trying to scare you." I tried to put her at ease. "I'm way too easy on everyone around here and they know it. No, I just wanted to ask you if you were having any particular problems around the place, with any of the guys."
She leaned back and looked at me silently for a long time, and for the first time I noticed the bright gold flecks in her beautiful brown eyes. "I'm guessing you already know all about it."
I shrugged. "Rumors. I wanted to get the truth. And relax, I know what Brian is like, so don't expect me to take his side."
"What did he say?"
"Nothing, I haven't asked him. I said I wanted the truth."
She paused for a moment, biting her lip as she considered her reply. "OK, look. I can take the sexual banter with these guys, all the kidding around, and I really don't mind. We're all lonely, and it's harmless and it's kind of fun. Most of these guys are great, and I consider them my friends; but Brian, well, he just pushes it too far."
"Yeah, that sounds like our Brian."
"I mean he gets just gross, and he's relentless, he just doesn't know when to quit. That's all bad enough, but..."
I could see that she was hesitant about continuing, and so gently prodded her.
"Go on Dana. I need to hear this."
"Well, last week he trapped me in the hall. I had my hands full and just my robe on and he pinned me up against the wall and started rubbing up against me. He had a hard-on and he was pushing it against my ass, humping me. I told the bastard to quit, but he didn't." She didn't blush as she told the details, her indignation overriding any embarrassment she may have felt..
I had heard that something bad had apparently happened between them, in the hall near the showers, but nobody seemed to know the details. This was shaping up to be considerably worse that I had hoped.
"So what happened?"
"Thank goodness Harley came in just then and Brian backed off. He knew enough to not get caught. I gave him an elbow to his belly, and slapped his face, and Harley saw that part. Fucking Brian just laughed."
That pretty much matched what Harley had told me. Harley is a gentle bear of a man, in his early fifties. He's big, about 6'6" and probably close to 300 pounds, very little of it gone to fat. He's extremely competent, generally quiet and has a good sense of humor, and I knew he had taken a somewhat protective, fatherly attitude toward Dana. I thought Brian was very fortunate that Harley hadn't disassembled him on the spot.
"I'm going to need you to file a sexual harassment complaint, we can probably get Brian canned and booted out of here. Harley will back you up."
She looked at me speculatively for a minute or two, considering that. "Adam, if it's OK, I'd rather just deal with this myself."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
Agitated, defensive, she stood and crossed her arms. "C'mon Adam, me fitting in around here, and being accepted by the guys, that relies on me being able to take care of myself. You know that. If I go crying to mommy I might as well just pack up and go home, and I'm not willing to do that!"
She was right. She had garnered respect by fitting in and being self-sufficient and capable, something the men expected of each other and admired about her. Going all official and reporting Brian, regardless of the fact it was warranted, would undo that trust. I was amazed that someone so young had that insight, and the will to deal with it.
"You're wise beyond your years Dana, and you're right. OK, I'll give you a little leeway, but only a little. One more hiccup and we do it my way, there's not three strikes in this game. And you're going to sign and date something for me saying we had this talk, and you chose to go this route. I'm not happy about it, and I won't get hung out to dry."
She had agreed, thanking me for trying to help, and had gone her own way. Less than a week later I noticed a massive change in Brian's behavoir around Dana, no more teasing and abuse at all. It actually seemed to me that he avoided her, leaving the room when she was around and keeping his eyes averted, refusing to look her in the face. Whatever she had done to shut him up, we all appreciated it. I was actually relieved to see it, and again I heard rumors of how the change came about, but did not know the whole story. I planned to ask her about it someday, and felt confident that she'd tell me.
We had bounced and jounced our way to the first remote site and completed the work there, moving on to the second. It was a little after noon when we arrived at the second site, and we broke for lunch before doing the needed work. We had packed sandwiches and soft drinks in a cooler, strapped to her machine, and she brought it over. The day had heated up and we had both shed our long sleeved shirts, me to a t-shirt and her to a sleeveless knit top that was very flattering to her high, round breasts. I tried not to notice as the cool breeze made her nipples stand out, and, as usual, I failed.
She stretched her arms overhead, which didn't help, and groaned as her stiff muscles stretched out. "Mmm, damn! Those things are fun to ride, but they kind of beat the shit out of you after awhile."
I moved my shoulders around, loosening up. "Just be glad you're not my age. I keep hearing things creak and pop."
She laughed. "Yeah, you're so old. You've gotta be what, all of nine or ten years older than me? Cowboy up Adam, or I'll take your hat away."
I was wearing my Stetson, wanting the wide brim to keep the sun off better. She had a baseball cap, a red Cardinals number to shade her eyes and nose, and with her short hair she looked really cute in it. She took it off and dropped it on the ground, running her hands through her hair, which was a little sweaty, like my own.
I dropped my hat as well, lowering myself onto a flat rock in the shade and taking the sandwich she held out, and a cold Pepsi. We ate in silence for awhile, me admiring her profile as she looked out across the low sagebrush hills, her eyes following a small herd of antelope as they grazed about a quarter mile away. "It's so pretty out here. I love this country, so open and big."
As she said this she turned and caught me looking at her. She smiled and, tilting her head to one side, said "Were you looking at me?"
"Guilty. You're a very pretty girl, nice to look at. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all, it's a nice compliment. But I'm a woman Adam, not a girl." She looked back out at the antelope. "I sure wish I'd brought shorts along, it's getting hot and I could get some sun on my legs."
"The brush would tear you up, riding through it."
"I know that, not for riding, just for sitting here, and while we work on the equipment."
I took a small plunge, teasing her. "We're adults, you could strip to your underwear while you work if you wanted. I think I can handle that."
She laughed again. "I'm sure you could! And I would probably take you up on that, if I was wearing any."
That shut me up, then left me stammering and probably blushing. "Oh. Well. Yeah, I guess that does complicate things. Forget I said that."
She laughed again. "You're so funny, the way you react to stuff. It's cute. Do you know that's the first time you've kidded with me like that? You and Tony are the only ones that haven't hit on me, in all the time I've been here, and Tony's gay. You're not, right?"
"Right, I'm not. But I had someone special, and I thought you got enough grief from the other guys. Wait, you think Tony's gay?"
She caught the past-tense. "You had someone special? Not anymore?" She ignored my question about Tony.
I shrugged. "It's complicated. I don't know right now, so let's leave it at that. And I wasn't really hitting on you, just teasing. Although, now that you mention it..."
She looked at me, trying to see if I was still teasing. "I wouldn't mind being naked around you, it wouldn't be scary. I feel very comfortable and safe with you."
I shook my head, smiling. "That's not necessarily something a guy wants to hear from a beautiful younger woman, that he's safe and comfortable. Like her grandpa, maybe."
She giggled, the first time I'd ever heard her do that. "I meant it in a good way, just that you wouldn't do anything I didn't want you to."
"Well, that's true, I suppose."
She stood and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down. "I hope you're going to join me. It would be a little weird to be the only one naked."
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and began to wiggle out of them, but I stopped her. "Dana..."
She stopped and looked at me, the waistband of her jeans pushed down to the top of her thighs. The lower part of her flat tummy and much of her trim little brown bush were very visible, and it was an effort to tear my eyes away and return to her face.
"Dana, I'm not going to get naked with you. It's a lovely thought, believe me, but just a bad idea on so many levels."
"Why is it a bad idea Adam? It seems like a pretty OK idea to me." She made no effort to turn away or cover herself up, and I caught myself looking at her sex again and turned away. My mouth had gone dry, and I could feel the beginnings of an erection coming on. I was already horny from lack of sex and from being around her, and this, well...
She laughed as I turned away. "Don't strain a muscle trying not to look. If I minded you looking at me I sure wouldn't take my clothes off, now would I?