Adam nodded accepting Helen's apology.  "I-I understand, Helen. Not thinking too straight myself."<br/><br/>He heard the shiver in his voice.  He's played football in the snow before, but it was the wet clothes that were making it so bad.  He picked up the pace with Helen, trotting along side her.  The motion felt good warming up his muscles.  He and Helen arrived at his taxi feeling a little better.  He was thinking about the cold and about getting changed and about Helen's lapse.  He rather thought everyone was entitled to a little freak out.  Maybe more than one.  He wasn't sure he was done yet.<br/><br/>He arrived with Helen as Heather was struggling into her clothes.  His eyes were naturally drawn to her and he got a nice view of a shapely ass in a pink thong before as she pulled up her gray thermal pants.  He liked what he saw, but it was an abstarct approval on seeing a nice ass.  He was too cold for it to be more personal, yet the image lodged in his mind to be replayed later.  After getting a good glimpse he avoided looking while he jogged the rest of the way up.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, Heather."  He reached into his trunk and grabbed Anico's seabag.<br/><br/>He quickly found a uniform folded on top.  He also found a gray t-shirt underneath.  He needed something to dry off with and gabbed it too.  He didn't have any convenient towels in his cab and it would do.  He glanced back a Helen and Heather.  "Pardon me, ladies."<br/><br/>He didn't feel quite right just dropping his pants right there in front of them, but what else was he going to do?  There wasn't a convenient restroom around.  He went to the front of his cab and popped the hood.  That gave him a little bit of shelter  He quickly stripped moving fast.  He was eager to be out of his cold wet things.  Off with his tennis shoes and then blue jeans and boxers.  He tossed those on the hood and then dried himself as best he could on Anico's gray t-shirt.  He stripped off his socks and did his feet last then quickly pulled on the camo pants.  They weren't much, but he felt warmer already.  He wrung out his socks and after a moment decided wet socks was better than no socks.  He pulled them back on and his shoes.<br/><br/>He retrieved his wet jeans and boxers from the hood of the cab and slammed the hood.  He nodded at Helen and Heather, but was already moving to the front seat of his cab.  There he extracted his denim jacket from under the seat.  He wished he had something warmer.  He had a good winter coat, but it was too bulky to shove under his seat so he hadn't brought it.  Now he was wishing he did.<br/><br/>"Ok, let's move these cars around.  We're wasting daylight."  He was aware that was a movie quote from somewhere and it sounded cliche once he'd said it, but it was true.  They had a lot to get done.