Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2004 21:53:34 EDT
From: Sunsethape000@aol.com
Subject: Frailness 6

    To Stephanie

    The girls decided to take Baily's car to Tally's house and leave
Tally's car in the school parking lot. After all, the little sports car
Baily drove got a lot more gas mileage.
    "How much did this thing cost?" Tally asked, her curiosity about the
car having grown since she had driven it that fateful night two weeks
ago.
    "I don't know really. My parents paid for it." Baily had put on a
dark pair of sunglasses and let her hair out of its bun, allowing it to
wave in the wind of the topless car. Tally couldn't keep her eyes off of
her. It was the first time Tally had seen Baily in a skirt...and oh what
a time to see one on the gorgeous blonde. The wind whipped at it, pulling
it further and further up her tan legs. Tally knew she shouldn't look,
shouldn't put herself through the agony of knowing intimately what she
couldn't have, but her eyes were drawn to Baily's tan flesh.
    "What's wrong, you've been awfully quiet," Baily inquired. Tally
looked up quickly so as to not let the other girl know she had been
staring.
    "Nothin', just thinking," Tally blushed to the roots of her brown
hair. If only Baily knew what she had been thinking about! She had to put
a stop to this.
    "So how have things been with you and your boyfriend?" Tally was
determined to distance herself from Baily, no matter how much she hurt
herself in the process. If this pain could help her stop wanting Baily,
then she would just have to make that sacrifice.
    "What do you mean? I don't have a boyfriend," Baily said guiltily,
glancing at Tally from behind her mirrored shades. She didn't know how
Tally had found out about Brad, but thoughts kept running through her
head of how the other girl must look at her. Great, if she thought I was
a slut before...now wait, she doesn't think you're a slut. She's proven
that. Come on Baily, get a grip! The thoughts poured through Baily's head
like a waterfall; powerfully, with constant motion.
    "Oh come on, I saw you kissing Brad just earlier today," Tally tried
to inflect girly enthusiasm into her voice, but in her heart she couldn't
find a way to celebrate with Baily over her successful dating skills. How
could she, when in her heart she would rather it be she that was kissing
the other girl than anyone else. She couldn't seem to control her
thoughts.
    When Baily finally pulled up to Tally's driveway, she was surprised
to see police cars parked on the lot. She looked over at Tally, whose
face had gone white as a sheet.
    Looking through the window of the police car, Tally could see the
outline of her mother.

Note from the author: I'm terribly sorry for the wait, and I know this is
extremely short, but I hope you can forgive me.