Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 11:40:25 +0530
From: Leila Benson <leila113@lycos.com>
Subject: The Rest Of My Life. Lesbian Beginning (F/f)

Chapter 1: "Home from Camp"

This is my second attempt to write a story to achieve a long-felt
ambition. I had read some erotic pieces before, and some were very good
indeed. Still I wanted see if I could reach out with just words and achieve
the desired effect. Turning you on of course!  The very first story I wrote
was published a few weeks ago. It was called "Joan and I "

That story became a Chapter in this much longer story which I'm now trying
to break up into chapters. I would love to know if I had my desired
effect. This story describes about six months in the sexual transformation
of a teenager as she discovers her powerful sexuality.  It's very much
taken from life. I guess you might say it's mostly a true story.

If this kind of story is problem for you go no further. leila113@lycos.com

Central characters - Molly, a 16 year old.  Allison, the friend and mother
she baby sits for. Other friends and lovers.

Leila Benson
leila113@lycos.com



THE REST OF MY LIFE

By Leila Benson

Copyright 2002

Chapter 1

(Home From Camp)


Coming home from Camp was somewhat depressing. Although I was looking
forward to seeing everybody and especially since it was the start of my
senior year at High School.

My best friend Joan and I stayed in touch by an occasional letter but we
had decided that the letters would be free of any, I guess you might call
it mushy stuff. So they were easy to write and we didn't have to worry if
they got into the wrong hands.

Aside from my mom, dad and brother the first person I saw was Allison
Bogart. Her daughter Cindy was my main, I guess to be honest, my one and
only babysitting job. Allison's husband Mark was somehow a distant cousin,
so distant in fact that I never actually knew or remembered exactly how he
was related.

I had sat for the Bogarts for about three years. I started when Cindy was
about two. I loved the Bogarts and of course Cindy. I really never tried
for other sitting jobs. I sat for them, usually once a week or so. That was
more than enough for me, and to tell the truth, starting with a new kid was
not anything I wanted to deal with. So with the money from sitting for
Cindy and my allowance and a little money that my Grandma gave me every few
weeks I got along just fine.

Allison Bogart was I guess about 29 at the end of that summer and Mark was
32. I can figure that out because we were all at their wedding. I had, as
best as I can recall, had always known Mark. At least I can't remember when
I didn't know him and his family. His dad owned the local newspaper and one
of the local radio stations. Mark managed that station and the editorial
page of the paper. Allison was from downstate. Mark had met her somehow
through a friend at college.

I vividly recall when Mark brought her home for a weekend. There was a lot
of talking about whether this was the girl he was serious about. My mother
was convinced she was. She said she could tell by how intimately they
looked at each other and touched each other. My mom definitely has a very
sensitive nature. She was right of course and they announced their
engagement a few weeks later.

I had always liked Mark a great deal. He always had time to ask how you
were and how things were going. Kids can tell when someone is really
interested and Mark was. I admit that I also loved the attention he gave
me. I thought he was wonderful to look at. He was a little taller than
average with a kind of dark complexion. He had tightly curled dark brown
hair, almost black. He looked just like his mom who I know was of Italian
background. Just to keep the record straight, everyone liked Mark a great
deal especially my brother who always claimed it was Mark who really taught
him how to field a fast ground ball. In other words, we kids thought he was
a great guy.

Allison, I recall, was liking right away. She was much quieter than Mark,
but of course she was the one coming into his world. I always remember
thinking how hard I thought that might be. Allison was the first young
woman I knew, who I actually thought was beautiful. She had in those years
long light brown hair and the first green eyes I had ever seen. I sometimes
would secretly stare from the side to see if her eyes were really green!
She was tall, slender, and quite graceful. She told us she was a dancer,
not professionally of course but something that she was very serious
about. She was my ideal of what I thought a dancer looked like.

Allison took me to my first dance recital given at the State College in the
next town. I adored it. In retrospect, I think I was sort of smitten by
both of them, even then.

When I had come home from camp that Friday, the week before the Labor Day
weekend, I admit I was in sort of a funk. The excitement of the summer was
still vibrating in my mind and body. Although, I had plenty to look forward
too, especially seeing my friend Joan. I knew she wasn't coming back till
just after Labor Day so I had a week or so of kind of feeling suspended
between two worlds. My fantasy memory life as you might imagine was going
full time, but my days of waiting for the rest of my life to begin was
weighting me down.

I had been playing at weeding the garden in our back yard when my mom told
me that Allison was on the phone. I raced into the house to take the call
and I was amazed at the pleasure I got from simply hearing Allison's voice.

She wanted to hear about my camp experience and how the summer had gone and
did I want to come on over and maybe have a swim. Cindy was at day camp and
Allison thought it might be fun to surprise her when she came home at about
4:30. She also wanted to know if I wanted to go with them to their summer
and weekend house at the lake for the Labor Day Weekend and maybe do a
little sitting? I said yes to every thing.

I went upstairs, grabbed my bathing suit, told mom what Allison had said
and took off. They only lived about five blocks away. I took my bicycle and
off I went.

As I was peddling towards the Bogard's house it occurred to me that there
was no doubt that Allison would like to know what had gone on at camp. I
had in many ways confided more about my personal life to Allison than
anybody other than Joan, but I had never talked with her about anything
sexual, and God knows that was the core of my experience this past spring
and certainly this summer. I decided that I would be very circumspect and
not reveal too much. There was plenty to talk about what had gone on other
than my sexual experiences and anyway I was feeling pretty shy about
talking about that even to Joan!

I pulled into their driveway, dropped the bike against the garage wall and
out of the house came Allison wearing her bathing suit with a sarong
bottom.

She looked great, and I was so happy to see her that I realized my eyes had
filled with tears. At that point it sort of came to me that I was
overwrought. That the summer had had such a powerful effect on me was yet
unclear.

Allison gave me a big hug, held me away from herself and gave me
another. She took my hand and we walked through the house to the back
screened in porch and veranda.

"Are you hot? Do you want to take a swim? Want to sit for awhile, have a
cold drink? What would you like? Can you come this weekend? Your mom says
it's fine with them. How about some iced tea" Allison exclaimed all this in
one big burst of pleasure at seeing me. I was touched by here warmth.

I said. "I'd love to come this weekend. That would be great!"

Allison threw me a towel. "Dry yourself off. You're sopping wet. You must
have raced over here. You can barely catch your breath. I'll get us some
iced tea. Relax. I'll be right back."

I realized that my heart was racing and I was perspiring heavily. I took
some deep breaths, wiped myself down, fixed my hair and in general pulled
myself together. Allison came back a few minutes later with a tray with a
big pitcher of the iced tea and glasses.

"Well you look a little more relaxed". She said as she handed me the
glass. "You look great! For someone who was an Art Councilor, you obviously
got a lot of sun. Well how was it? Did it work out? Tell me everything, I'm
dying to know." She exclaimed!

"Wait a second." She added, now sounding sort of serious. "Do me a
favor. Get up for a second I want to look at you." She said. "You know, I
always hated when people said this when I was in my teens, but Molly you've
grown, you've matured. I can see it in your face and your body. You're much
more of a woman. I can see it very clearly." She said all that in almost
one exclamation. "Listen, I hope I'm not embarrassing you? I don't mean
to. I certainly don't want to make you uncomfortable. It's just so
wonderful seeing it happen, It sort of popped out." She said that in her
warm sweet way.

She was concerned that she may have embarrassed me or made me feel shy. I
felt a swell of love for her caring so. "Oh, Allison I know your right, it
does make me feel a little uncomfortable, but so what, I'll survive!"

We both burst out laughing at that and the tension almost evaporated. I
realized I had been dying to tell her.

"Allison, it was the most important summer of my life. There's no doubt
about it. I had a great summer." I told her that quietly and
calmly. Allison looked at me intently.

"Molly, that means only one thing to me, I think you've lost your
virginity, fallen in love, really discovered sex, or a combination of all
of these things and others that I don't know about. Right?"

I could feel myself turn red. I knew I had because I could feel the blood
rushing to my face. I now realized I had to make a fast decision. Just how
much would I confide? In an instant I knew I would confide a heavily edited
version of the events.

"God Allison is it that obvious? You're right on all the questions. Guilty
as charged." I tried to keep it light, but I realized that I was very
nervous.

Allison picked up on my false bravado immediately. "Look relax Molly, I
really only want you to tell me what you feel comfortable talking about. I
have absolutely no interest in making you feel like you have to tell me
everything. I care about you and I remember when I was about your age I had
no one to talk to at all, and believe me that was really difficult." She
was trying to reassure me of her good intentions, which in fact I had never
questioned in my heart. "Molly, I want to make a few things clear. Maybe
this will help. Anything and I mean anything you confide in me is
absolutely in confidence that's for openers, also, there is nothing that
you can't ask me. I've known you for too long not to take seriously any
concern of yours". She said all this with obviously such sincerity and
feeling that I felt both such a rush of love and I also felt conflicted
about not telling her absolutely everything, but yet I still felt it was
better to withhold a great deal.

"You know, I'd love to go for a swim." I said. The pool looked inviting
after the bike ride and I needed a little time and something of a break
from the intensity of the moment.

"Of course. Go change. You know where. I'll meet you outside." Even Allison
seemed somewhat relieved by the break.

I changed in the pool dressing room. When I came out Allison was already in
the water. The pool was a recent addition. They had wanted to wait until
Cindy could swim before they had installed it. It was very beautiful, with
the water right up to the edge. It had a separate shallow area and a
Jacuzzi with it's own water supply where you could control the
temperature. All and all, it was by far the most luxurious pool I had ever
seen.

"Come on in. The water feels great!" Allison yelled. I dove in. It did feel
great. I swam around for a while. I thought to my self. " This is what
frolicking is." The water and the activity made me feel more relaxed yet I
knew I had to tell her something and I could not quite get that out of my
mind. But what exactly?

Allison was standing in the shallow area and I worked my way down to
her. "You know Allison, I trust you more than anyone, and I mean anyone." I
said. "Last spring I had my first real experience." I sort of blurted
out. "I mean sexual."

" I knew what you meant." Allison quietly said.

She climbed out of the water and pulled a towel from the back of a chaise
lounge. She dried herself off. I watched her from the water, then I also
climbed out. Allison handed me my towel that was on an adjoining chair. I
felt more assured now. I was certain that in Allison's hands it would be
ok.

"Listen Allison a lot has happened to me in five months, I'm not even sure
I understand it all. Maybe by talking it out with you I'll understand a lot
more. Ok?"

"Sure." She said, as she continued to dry herself. "Try me out, tell me as
much or as little as you find comfortable. I'm not going to pull anything
from you, I promise." She finished drying herself and leaned back on the
covered chaise.

"Well". I said. "As they say lets start at the beginning."

I told her about my relationship with Joan from when it started in
April. About my sexual attraction to woman. I didn't go into detail, but I
tried to convey to her the power of my feelings. How stirred my desires had
been by the affair. I told her about my relationship at camp with Lila and
with Jeff. Allison listened quietly. She occasionally asked a question or
two when the chronology of events may have been confusing. Otherwise she
simply sat back and listened.

I had moved my chair so I was directly in front of her. At one point I was
aware that my knee and hers had touched. I never would have been aware of
anything like that before but there was no doubt about it, the telling of
those experiences was making me excited. I should add that I had, ever
since camp an almost continual sexual high, always a slight buzz somewhere
in the background of my feelings.

While I was talking I sometimes had my eyes averted. I found myself focused
on the downy fine hair on Allison's upper thigh and on her stomach below
her navel. The sunlight on her skin had me transfixed. I felt I was almost
in a spell when Allison interrupted me. I barely heard what she had said I
was so into my story. I felt her hands in mine I stopped talking. She
looked at me deeply with such tenderness tears came to my eyes.

She said. "Molly, come inside, you look chilled. Before you do, I want to
say one thing. That is the most beautiful coming of age experiences I have
ever heard and I think you're terrific, even more wonderful than I always
thought you were. Now let's go change, I have a few things I want to share
with you, Ok?"

We went into the shower changing room. There was a big double stall
shower. I realized we were going to shower together. A powerful feeling of
shyness overcame me. It reminded me of group showers at school, something I
did everything to avoid. I felt like Sissy Spaseck in the movie "Carrie."
Allison quickly took off her bathing suit and turned and entered the shower
stall. I was frozen in place.

Allison said, "This is a double shower. You can have your own temperature."

She moved to the back shower and turned it on. She stayed just outside the
spray until she had adjusted the temperature. I was standing there in my
wet bathing suit shivering and at the same time looking at Allison's body.

The water was pouring off her head and made her hair a wet blonde
helmet. Her eyes were closed which eased my discomfort. She was wonderfully
tanned. You could clearly see the bathing suit lines on her body. She was
long waisted with the beautiful well-formed legs of a dancer. Her breasts
were larger than I thought they would be for some reason. I suppose because
she was so tall and well proportioned.

Her breasts and nipples were very different than mine. They were almost
perfect. I've read somewhere that someone "had nipples like buds". Well
that describes Allison's. They were pink and erect from the shower. Her
aureoles were the same lovely pink except for goose bumps around them. I
looked down to see that her pubis was shaven. I was shocked. Allison opened
her eyes and saw me looking at her.

She said warmly, "It even looked odd to me when I first shaved myself. Now
I guess you might say it's like shaving under your arms. For gods sake take
off that wet suit. You look like your chilled. Hand me the towel behind the
door, ok?"

I handed her the towel, as I slipped my suit off. Allison dried herself
off, but she was casually looking at me. "Molly you really have developed
wonderfully in the last year. I could see it happening. Mark said something
also. Of course seeing you directly in front of me it's so obvious. You've
developed a lovely sweet ass and your breasts are just marvelous. The way
the aureoles and nipples form such a perfect cone. It's a delectable
shape. Really unusual. At the risk of embarrassing you, it's very sexy."
She continued to dry herself as I walked into the shower. The shower felt
great, it was relaxing, yet I was still, I guess you might say, still
turned on. .

"Molly, I'm going to wash and dry your clothing. It's wet from your ride
over." I heard Allison say. " Take the ivory silk robe from the hook behind
the door. I'll meet you in the living room. Ok?" "Alright" I replied. I
shampooed my hair with a wonderful smelling shampoo. I realized it was one
of the nice odors I associated with Allison. I dried myself off, found the
robe. It felt great on my body. I had never had silk over my body before. I
loved the way it felt. I was refreshed, but not fully relaxed. There was no
getting away from it I was excited, mildly, and I was very aware of the
feeling.

I went into the living room; Allison was on the couch sideways, with her
feet up. She motioned for me to sit at her feet, which I did.

"Listen Molly". She said calmly. "I'm going to share a confidence with you
now. I've been bisexual since I also was about 16, and even more completely
when I went to college. I know you met my lover here some time ago. Her
Name is Lin and I've known her since college."

I clearly remembered Lin. She was a beautiful Eurasian woman about the same
age as Allison. I had only met her briefly, yet I recalled she was
striking, with a slender exotic look.

Allison continued, "I want us to be clear and straight about this. You and
I are bisexual. This was not just some teenage sexual experiment. You're
drawn powerfully to both men and woman almost exactly as I was. You seem
fairly relaxed about it, which I think is marvelous. When I realized woman
could sexually excite me I was very worried and remained that way until
college. It was two long years of concern and anxiety for me, which believe
me, I regret. I can't tell you how much pleasure it gives me to see you so
relaxed about it." She said all of this in such a sincere deeply felt way
my heart was melting. "Of course I know you're not really and fully as
relaxed about all of this, but I tell you Molly you are so lucky to have
had someone as loving as Lila as one of your first relationships. Molly to
tell you the truth, I'm sort of jealous."

I looked up, and I could see she was very serious. I was flattered and I
told her. " Allison that is so great for you to say. You're right about
everything. Inside I'm not so calm at all, I guess."

I looked down again to see that Allison's robe had fallen open somewhat and
I was looking directly at her shaved pussy. Her feet were up on the couch
and her legs were slightly parted and I could see everything. I could feel
my ears get red and hear my heart pickup speed.

I looked up and heard myself say, "Allison I need to be straight right
now. All of this talking and seeing you, you know, sort of naked, but most
of all just being with you has begun to get me excited right now. Is that
normal? Am I too excitable? Do you think that's ok?" I asked.

Allison quickly stood up before me and leaned down and took my hands in
hers and looking me right in the eyes and said. "Molly, that's only
natural, those are wonderful feelings. I've felt turned on by you ever
since you told me your story. Even a little before then when I saw you in
your bathing suit. When I saw you coming out of the shower I could hardly
control myself."

With that, Allison sat down next to me on the couch, leaned over and kissed
my hair. As I looked up, she then bent towards me and kissed my lips. Not
deeply but not lightly either. I responded by opening my lips. She reacted
by taking my head in her hand and placing it under her chin, then she moved
me away so she can see me. I'm speechless.

I'm in the corner of the wide couch; Allison was sitting next to me. In
almost a whisper she said, "Molly I would love to give you some pleasure
and relax you. Is that something that you would like?"

I nodded yes. "Very much" I replied.

Allison took a cushion from the love seat and gave it to me. "Make your
self comfortable, lie back, put your feet up." She half lifts my legs onto
the couch. I did the rest.

I lay back on the cushion. She moved to sit next to me on the deep
couch. We both fitted comfortably. She leaned over and lightly strokes my
forehead, my hairline then my eyebrows, my shut eyelids. She took her
fingertip and begins to trace my lips. I opened my mouth and touched the
tip of her finger with my tongue. I licked her fingertip. She moved it into
my mouth and I sucked it gently. She moved her finger in response to my
lips and tongue, in and out, in and out. She played with the corners of my
mouth then she moved to my ears and plays with the little bit of skin by
the opening, then to the lobes.

I felt her other hand move around to the back of my neck. I can feel her
breath close to me. I looked up through the slits of my eyes and saw her
lips moving down towards mine. Her hand gently lifted my head towards her
lips. I helped her. I opened my lips to receive her mouth. She sucked my
lips then my tongue. She thrust her tongue into me, around my mouth. I was
hungry for air. I realized I've hardly been breathing. I gulped for air.

Allison moved back. "You ok?" she asks.

"Ok? I whispered, "I'm great".

She smiled at me and took her hand and gently brushed my right nipple
through the silk robe. I gasped, took in a big gulp of air. It wass like an
electric shock. My heart was pounding now, my mouth went dry. I could feel
my pulse in my ears and in my vagina. She took her other hand and brushed
my other breast. I could feel myself thrusting my breasts out to meet her
fingers. Through the silk robe she took my distended nipple in her
fingertips and began to move up and down, hardly moving at all, just
squeezing and moving.

I heard myself groan, "Oh my god Allison, that is so good, so good."

She stopped for a moment. I look at her. I was almost overwhelmed by such
deep feelings. I implored her with my eyes. She took the belt of my robe
away and quickly untied it and opened it. My breasts were revealed. She
continued by circling my aureole with the very tip of her finger. She took
my breast and lifts it gently as she bent towards it. She took the entire
aureole and nipple in her mouth. I felt her tongue moved around my aureole
then my nipple. Her teeth bit gently on my nipple. I was beside myself. I
realized that I'm rocking back and forth to her sucks. I could hardly bare
much more.

I gasped and pulled away, "Allison, the other, the other one."

She moved towards it. I almost thrust my other breast into her mouth. As
she suckled it, I realized that I might have a small orgasm. I didn't want
to. I wanted this to last. I could also feel I was very wet between my legs
and I began to loose the moment. I also could actually smell myself; I had
been flowing so heavily.

"Wait Allison, wait." I almost yelled. I pulled away.

Allison looked up. "Alright''? She asked.

"My god Allison, I'm more than alright, I'm feeling wonderful. I thought I
was going to cum and I wanted to wait and I'm worried about being so wet
and staining the couch."

Allison bent over and kissed me gently. "Shhhhh don't worry, I'll get a
towel. I don't want you to have an orgasm until you want to. So you let me
know if you want to wait. Just don't worry. Ok?"

She got the towel. I worried that the moment had been over. I stood up and
she put it on the couch. My robe was open and I could feel how wet I
was. She took her hands and gently put her hand on my shoulders and pressed
me back down to the couch. I leaned back, my feet not touching the floor;
the couch was so deep. Allison got down on her knees. She took the corner
of the towel and gently began to wipe my upper thighs, then my inner
thighs. I parted my legs to allow her. The moment is far from over.

She said, "You have a such a nice flow and I love the aroma, so sweet and
salty, so womanly."

Her words and her gentle wiping of my pubis and the little hair I had there
felt so good. My eyes were closed. I felt the edge of the towel gently
brushed my vaginal lips then the hood of my clitoris. It was all very
gentle and careful as Allison wiped every part of my outer genitals. I had
widened my legs to allow her as much freedom as possible and to show her
how much I wanted her to continue.

I whispered "Oh yes Allison that's great."

I could feel her breath on my pussy. She blew gently at my clitoral
hood. She must be inches away then. I felt the tip of her finger just
playing along the outer lips. I was completely open to her. My legs were as
wide apart as they would go.

I begged her, "Allison, please, please, I need it, I need it, please."

Her tongue darted out and licked along my outer lips. I felt her hands
moved under my ass and lifted my mound up to her mouth. She began to suck
at my vagina. I could feel the suction. Her tongue was moving in and out of
me. She moved away slightly then flicked her tongue on to my clitoris.

I screamed out "Do it, do it, yes, oh my god, oh my god!" My hands that had
been to my side were then pulling her head into my pussy. I was beside
myself with pleasure. I keep yelling, "Oh Allison, oh Allison."

She took my legs and put them over her shoulders. I realized how much I had
been straining holding them open. I released her head for a moment. She
looked up at me with such a loving smile. The lower part of her face was
wet with my juices. She was licking my juices from her lips.

She whispered, "Are you ready? You can make as much noise as you want
nobody can hear us."

I heard myself almost yell. "Yes, oh yes."

She leaned up and kissed me fully and deeply. I could smell and taste
myself on her lips and tongue. She moved to my nipples and sucked and
gently bit both. Then she was on her knees and reached behind me again and
pulled me to her mouth. She began to lick and suck my clit. I could feel
her hands pulling me into her. She had pulled my ass cheeks apart and was
rubbing between them with her fingers. I was wet even there.

I felt myself beginning to move towards an orgasm. I could hear myself
moaning in rhythm to her movements. My hands were now grasping at the edge
of the couch pillow. I felt Allison's tongue moving from my clit to my
vagina back and forth. She let go of my ass and reached up and with both
hands and began to pull my nipples in time to the thrusts of her tongue.

At that moment I climaxed. I screamed out. I was having one convulsive wave
after another. I did need something in me. I pushed Allison's head away and
put my fingers inside myself and continued the movements. Allison started
to now pulsate my clit with her fingertip while squeezing my nipple. I then
had my feet on the floor and I was pushing myself onto Allison's fingers
which had now replaced mine and I was pulling my own nipples and I kept on
yelling. I was having one cum after another. I heard myself
sobbing. Allison began to slow down. I lay back on the couch completely
spent. Allison took her fingers out of me and quickly moved up next to me
on the couch. I was sprawled out. I continued to sob. I couldn't stop
myself.

Allison cradled me in her arms and asked, "You ok?" I nodded yes.

I was still getting small little spasms. I felt myself shudder. I said in a
shaky voice. "I always cry when it's so good, I can't help it. Oh Allison,
Allison thanks. It was so great. I can't stop."

I kissed her deeply. She held me tight. I began to come back to earth. I
asked her. "What about you"?

She told me not to worry. I could owe her one. Mark would have a very hot
surprise tonight. We both laughed. She stood up before me. Her robe was
open. I reached behind her and pulled her over. I boldly kissed her shaven
mound. She was wet. I took a deep breath to smell her wetness. She stepped
back and told me not to get her started.

I said. "Allison I accept my debt."

Allison told me to relax, that she went to throw my clothes in the
dryer. She quickly came back with a light blanket and covered me. She sat
down next to me.

She said, "You are so wonderfully responsive. Making love to you is a great
pleasure. I just want you to know that I'll only reveal to Mark what you
want me to. You needn't worry about that."

I thought about that and what that meant. I told her that I didn't want us
to hold any secrets from Mark that it would be a bad way to start some kind
of relationship if we began with a secret. "So as far as I'm concerned I
want you to tell him as much as you want. I completely trust you Allison
and I'm sure I can trust Mark. Gee, Allison you have my complete
confidence."

She bent down and kissed my forehead, and said, "Molly you'll never regret
that. I promise you."

She left me for a while. I drifted off to sleep for a while. Allison came
back newly showered and dressed. She had my clothes. "Here my darling, why
don't you take a nice shower and get dressed. Cindy should be home in about
a half an hour."

I showered and dressed and thought about the afternoon. I was filled with
joy. Cindy came home and screamed with the delightful surprise of finding
me there and the news that I was going away with them that weekend. I spent
a few minutes alone with Cindy. Said goodbye to Allison and told her
laughingly, "I'll think of you and Mark tonight. I'll speak with you
tomorrow to get the arrangements for the trip."

I pedaled home filled with anticipation for the coming long weekend.

The End Of Part - I.