Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2003 18:51:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: bonnie morrison <maidenformdd@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE PRICE FOR PASSION - 4

THE PRICE FOR PASSION-4

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Jean and her daughter, Sarah, are becoming more entrenched in their
passions for each other.  Jean has been feeling very self-conscious about
her weight gain, but Sarah is helping her to be more accepting of herself,
which is evidenced by her willingness to put on a swimsuit and go to the
neighborhood pool with her daughter.  While there, she rekindles a lagging
friendship with a neighbor, Beverly Johnson, of whom she was very fond.
Revelations are in store for a number of people.  Episode Four of The Price
for Passion, by Bonnie Morrison.  maidenformdd@yahoo.com


		       THE PRICE FOR PASSION -- 4


     Jean and Sarah left the pool after Kristy, the lifeguard, had insisted
on closing because of the potential for rain accompanied by lightning.  The
few people at the pool had departed before the clouds built up, leaving
Jean and Sarah alone together in the water while Kristy paid them no mind
as she talked on the telephone.

     Jean expressed her concern about their actions at the pool as they
drove home.  She was anxious that Kristy may have figured out what they
were doing.  Sarah responded in an effort to calm her mother by telling her
that she had kept her eyes on Kristy the whole time.

     "Don't worry, Mom.  Kristy didn't see what we did.  In fact, it looked
to me like we weren't the only ones masturbating.  I saw Kristy reach
inside her bikini bottom, and I would be willing to bet that she was
rubbing herself while talking on the phone.  She must have been talking to
her boyfriend by the way she was acting.  No, I'm sure she didn't see us or
have any idea about what we did."

     "Well, that makes me feel a little better.  At the time, I didn't have
any concern for that, since I was enjoying what we were doing, but after
having a little time to think back on it, it DID make me a bit nervous.
I'm glad you kept watch for us, honey."  Jean reached over and patted
Sarah's thigh, up close to her hip.  Sarah reached down and pulled her
mother's hand into her crotch and moved her suit to the side so the woman
could get her fingers in the girl.

     "Go ahead, Mom.  I need to cum again.  Make me cum before we get
home."  She leaned back into the seat and opened her legs more.

     "God, honey, I don't know if I can do that and drive, too.  Pull your
bottoms off."

     Sarah quickly pulled her bikini bottom off and opened her legs to her
mother.  "Make me cum, Mom.  I need to cum so bad!!"

     The route between the pool and their house took them down a stretch of
road that passed through an undeveloped section of the subdivision.  Jean
pulled over to the curb and shifted the transmission into park, then got
busy on her daughter's soaked pussy.  She slid down onto the floorboard and
shoved fingers into the girl while putting her mouth over the swollen
clitoris.

     Sarah groaned in delight as she thrust herself into her mother's face.
"OOHhhh yes, Mom!!!!  Aahhhh, that's it!  Suck me!!!  Oh, god, I want to
cum so bad!!!!"

     Jean worked frantically to bring her off before someone came along and
stopped to see if anything was wrong.  Her effort quickly paid off as Sarah
ground herself into Jean's face during her climax.

     A minute or two later, Jean got back under the wheel and drove on home
as Sarah lay with her head on her mother's thigh.  Jean stroked the girl's
hair and gently pulled her face against her stomach.

     Sarah started kissing her mother's swimsuit-covered stomach, then
shifted in the seat so that she could put her face between her mother's
legs.  Jean opened herself as far as she could and still be able to control
the car.  Sarah was attempting to pull the swimsuit crotch to the side to
get at her mother's pussy as Jean drove into the garage and closed the door
behind them.

     Jean slid over from under the steering wheel and opened her legs to
her daughter.  Sarah was frustrated by the difficulty of moving the
swimsuit out of her way, so she sat up and told her mother to take it off.
Jean obediently pulled her suit down and Sarah helped pull it off her legs.
Sarah was down on the floor of the car tugging at Jean's hips, getting her
to the edge of the seat and then buried her face in the glistening prize.

     Jean felt her daughter's tongue on her, in her, all over her, and she
thought about where they were.  I'm sitting in my car, in the garage,
totally naked, getting my pussy eaten by my daughter.  And I'm about to
cum, I'm so turned on by this!  Her thoughts were helping to propel her to
what she knew was going to be a powerful orgasm.  Sarah still wore her
bikini top, and Jean reached down to untie it.  It fell free, making both
of them completely naked.  Jean lifted one of her huge breasts to her mouth
and sucked hard on the erect nipple as her orgasm exploded with a fury.
She groaned, and shuddered for what seemed like an eternity before her body
began to relax.  Sarah kept up her assault until finally Jean gently pushed
her head away.  But the girl wasn't finished, and neither was Jean.

     "Mom, I know you have to pee.  I want it now, right here."

     Jean looked at her with bleary eyes.  "Um...," was all the woman
could think of to say.  She just sat there, feeling the effects of her
orgasm.

     "Please, Mom.  I need it really bad."

     The words began to penetrate Jean's over-stimulated senses.  "Oh,
honey, right here in the car?"

     "Please, Mom!"

     "But we'll make a mess."  Jean's words held little conviction.

     "I'll catch most of it, and what I don't, I'll clean up.  Please,
Mom!!!"

     Jean looked at her daughter, who looked back at her imploringly.  She
knew she was going to do it, and gladly.  Anything that Sarah wanted, Jean
was ready to give.  She thought back to the day she received word that
Sarah was coming to spend the summer with her, and recalled how happy she
was that day.  At that time, she believed that she couldn't be any happier,
but now, now that they both were most eagerly engaging in these acts, she
felt fulfilled.  Sex with Sarah, sex of any kind, came naturally for them.
Jean had a very difficult time admitting her desire for Sarah, and fought
with herself for a length of time before finally succumbing to the
feelings.  She thought about those nights when Sarah lay next to her in bed
and masturbated, believing that her mother was asleep.  She thought about
her actions as she was drawn into becoming a willing participant, by the
nightly ritual of removing her nightgown and letting her daughter view her
naked body.  Jean was greatly aroused by the lewdness of her action, and it
directly led to both of them masturbating, Jean in the bathroom with the
door open, and Sarah just beyond the door, in the bed.

     Jean thought about how she wanted to resist being enticed deeper and
deeper into a dimension from which there was no return.  She recalled the
many times she vainly tried to convince herself that she could stop just
any time.  Maybe just one more time of listening to her daughter's wet
fingers between the gorgeous thighs, she kept telling herself, but that one
more time always led to the next time, and the next, until she gave in to
her lust, acknowledging that it was what she truly wanted, and
rationalizing that it was what she wanted all along anyway.

     All of that led to where she found herself, sitting naked in her car
with her naked daughter between her legs, feasting on her.  Jean knew that
she would do anything the girl wanted.  Anything.  She felt she had proved
that point by what took place in the swimming pool.  She had become a most
willing partner in the decadence of their relationship.  Each day her
desire was strengthened as they eagerly carried out their passions for one
another.  Her brain was addled by the overpowering physical pleasure their
illicit sexual unions had on her.  Her body had come alive, once again.  It
had happened when Millie Baker first put her hands on her, and now it had
happened again, at the hands of her own daughter.

     Jean looked at Sarah's face, looked into her eyes, as she released the
hot stream.  It caught the girl by surprise, hitting her just below her
throat.  Her mother's stream was heavy, but she quickly managed it, taking
the bulk into her mouth.  She swallowed mouthful after mouthful, until she
thought her stomach would burst from the sheer volume.  She kept swallowing
as Jean's flow continued.

     "Okay, honey, you wanted it, and now you have it!  Drink it!  Drink
all of it, sweetie!  Momma wants her baby to have what she wants, so take
every bit of it!"

     Jean watched Sarah greedily ingesting the warm urine.  She saw herself
there in Sarah, down on the floor, receiving the golden liquid.  She
remembered that she had done the very same thing so many times before, and
now it was her daughter there.  The scene stirred her to a frenzy, and she
pushed hard to expel as much volume as was possible.

     Soon it was over.  Jean was empty, and Sarah was sated, for the time
being.  She pulled herself up next to her mother, and they kissed
passionately.  Jean licked the urine off her daughter's face as Sarah
squeezed and caressed her mother's breasts.

     "God, I love your tits, Mom!  They're so huge, so soft!  I just love
them!!"

     Jean sighed contentedly as Sarah played with her.  "I never thought
anyone would like my fat body, honey.  It makes me feel so good to know
that you don't think I'm ugly."

     "Oh, Mom, how could I EVER think that!  You're beautiful, every bit of
you!!"  Sarah leaned down and sucked on one of her mother's engorged
nipples while slipping fingers into Jean's slit.

     Jean squirmed in delight.  "Oh, god that feels so good, sweetie!  God,
honey, I've NEVER felt this good, ever.  You've made me come alive, in
every way, and you've made me believe in myself again, believe that, even
with this big body, I am a desirable woman and I shouldn't be ashamed of
how I look.  God, I love you so much!!!"

     Sarah was pleased to hear these words.  She grunted in response and
continued sucking the big breast while sliding her fingers in and out of
her mother.  She lifted her head and spoke to Jean.

     "You love this, don't you, Mom.  I know you do."

     "God, yes I love this, honey!  Sex with you is the ultimate pleasure
for me, and I NEVER want us to stop.  You know I'll do anything for you,
anything to please you.  I want that more than anything.  I want you to be
satisfied with me, and I want you to keep wanting me in the same ways we
have had each other today.  I want every day to be like this!!"

     "Do you mean you'll do whatever I want?  Really?"

     "Yes, honey, I mean it.  I'll do whatever you want me to do.  Just as
long as it doesn't get us into trouble.  You know we can't afford for
anyone to ever find out about us."

     Sarah's mind moved to her sister for an instant.  "Yes, I know, Mom.
That's the very same thing that Renee told me, too.  Yes, I realize how
much trouble we would be in if we were ever caught.  But, we'll never be
caught, will we.  I'll make sure of that."

     "Maybe we should start by going in the house.  We're making a real
mess of this car, honey."

     "Don't worry, Mom.  I'll clean it up.  I just want us to stay here for
a little while longer.  This was very exciting, doing it out here in the
garage, where people outside could hear us if they were by the garage door.
Besides, I'm not finished with you yet."  She lifted her mother's breasts,
one at a time, and tongued the nard nipples.  "Momma, do you like having
your tits sucked?"

     Jean loved the innocently naughty way of her daughter, but she knew
first-hand that Sarah was far from innocent.  She put her hands under her
breasts and lifted them as Sarah licked and sucked the nipples.

     "I love having YOU suck my tits, honey!  Enjoy them, sweetie, because
they're all yours, yours to squeeze and pinch and lick and suck and pee on,
anything you want to do."

     "I want to pee on them right now."  Sarah slid to the edge of the seat
and gently pulled her mother over into a reclining position.

     Jean thought about resisting, but then lay over on the seat.  "What
are you going to do, honey?"

     "I'm going to pee on your tits, Mom.  And maybe in your mouth, too.
How would that be?"  She grinned impishly at Jean.

     Jean shuddered in anticipation as she settled onto the seat.  "You're
going to have a big cleanup job on your hands, young lady."

     "No I won't.  Not if you keep your mouth open.  Besides, I'm not that
full."  Sarah got up on the seat and put one knee on the seatback while
bent over to keep from hitting the roof of the car.  It was a very awkward
position, but she got herself set and ready, then turned loose a torrent of
hot urine which streamed down onto her mother's chest and splashed all over
everywhere.  The girl tried aiming in the direction of her mother's mouth,
and was somewhat successful.  By the time Sarah was empty, Jean had managed
to capture a little more than half of her daughter's delivery.  She was
covered in urine from the top of her head to her hips.  What wasn't trapped
by her body had run off the vinyl-covered car seat and soaked into the
carpet.  Jean moved herself toward the edge of the seat to allow her
daughter to straddle her face, pulling the girl down onto her eager mouth.
After a few minutes, Sarah turned around and they 69ed until both had
orgasmed again.

     Every day thereafter was very much like that day, with a lot of sex.
Neither seemed satisfied for long before one of them initiated yet another
orgasmic session.  They went to bed each night totally exhausted, only to
awaken the next morning and begin anew.

     Jean went to the pool with Sarah every day, and Beverly would always
be there with her daughter, Alison.  The friendship shared by Jean and
Beverly quickly grew in closeness.  The two women had known each other for
over six years, but they had never had much opportunity to build on their
mutual liking of one another until the unlikely connection of Jean's
daughter bringing them together once again.

     The following Thursday afternoon the two women were in their usual
spot, chatting, when Sarah and Alison swam over to them.  Sarah told Jean
that Alison was going on a field trip the next day, and Sarah wanted to
know if it was alright for her to go along.  The details were explained,
and Jean gave her approval once she knew what the day trip would be about.
Beverly did her part by assuring Jean it would be a good experience for the
girls,

     Once everything was settled, the girls swam off, leaving the two women
alone in their temporary silence.  Beverly spoke out after a minute.

     "You know, Jean, I was just thinking that tomorrow would be a great
day for me to take you up on that offer of coffee and quiet conversation,
if the offer still stands, and if tomorrow is good for you."

     Jean smiled broadly at her friend.  "Tomorrow would be great, Bev.
I've been looking forward to it.  I'm glad you want to take me up on it."
Jean reached out, under the water, to touch Beverly's arm, but accidentally
put her hand on the woman's breast.

     "Oops!  Sorry, Bev."  Jean pulled her hand back quickly.

     Beverly grinned at her.  "Ah, trying to cop a feel, are you?  It's
plain to see why it would happen in your case, but not mine."  She giggled
at herself.

     Jean smiled self-consciously at her.  "Oh, Bev, from what I felt I can
tell first-hand that you have plenty there to show off."

     "Easy for you to say."  Beverly grinned as she reached out, under the
water, and fondled Jean's breast.  "Oops!  Sorry, Jean."  They both
laughed.

     The girls swam over when they heard the laughter.  Sarah swam up close
to her mother.

     "What was all the laughing about, Mom?"

     Before Jean could answer, Beverly spoke up.  "Your mother got fresh
with me, honey."  She started laughing again.

     Sarah and Alison looked on with blank faces as the two women laughed.
Finally Beverly got control over herself enough to talk.

     "Your mother was playing with my boobs."

     Jean's eyes widened.  "Oh,. Bev, I did not!  You know it was an
accident!"  Jean's face turned red.

     Beverly kept going.  "Don't listen to her, girls.  She's a menace, so
keep on guard.  She may try to molest you two next."  Beverly started
laughing again when she saw the crimson rise in her friend's cheeks.

     Alison and Sarah started laughing, and soon all four were laughing.
Sarah was thinking that it really wasn't that funny, and her laughter had
been a little forced.  Finally the laughter died and everyone settled down.
Sarah was next to her mother and reached out for her hand, pulling it
between her legs.  Jean looked at the other two, but saw no sign that
either of them knew what Sarah was doing.  In a few seconds, Jean felt the
warm flow of the girl's urine as she peed into her swimsuit.  Jean quickly
moved her fingers under the leg band and into her daughter's pussy to
receive the hot urine directly onto her hand.  All too quickly to suit
Jean, the hot flow ended, but she kept her fingers inside Sarah's bikini
bottom.  After two or three minutes of having her mother masturbating her,
she asked Alison if she was ready to swim again.  Jean pulled her hand
clear as the girls prepared to swim off.

     Beverly told Jean that she could come over after dropping off the
girls the next morning, if that wasn't too early.  Jean said that she would
be up and have the coffee waiting.

     Jean was up early, helping Sarah get herself ready to go on the day
trip.  The girls were going to a fossil preserve where a number of dinosaur
artifacts had been discovered.  Sarah was excited about getting to go, and
she really didn't need her mother's help getting ready, but she showed her
appreciation by offering to give her an orgasm before getting into the
shower.  Jean shooed her into the bathroom, then headed off to the kitchen.
The girls were going to go with the YMCA group, and Beverly was going to
drop them off, then come back to Jean's.

     Beverly arrived back at Jean's shortly after eight o'clock, just as
Jean was putting the finishing touches on their breakfast.

     "Come on into the kitchen, Bev.  I made us a little something to snack
on while we have our coffee."

     Beverly took a seat and watched Jean getting everything onto the
table.  It was very plain to Bev that Jean wasn't wearing a bra.  She's
braver than I am, she thought to herself.  She looked at the generous curve
of her hips through the spandex shorts Jean had on.  In recent weeks,
Beverly had become aware of her attraction to bigger women, women with the
body type like Jean's, Reubenesque but not flabby.  She thought about her
own body, how disproportional it had become since she had gained so much
weight.  Much of hers was added between her neck and thighs, unlike Jean
who had filled out to the point of being extremely voluptuous.  She
wondered just why she now consciously scrutinized many big women, and
wondered if it had to do with her own expansion.  Jean returned to the
table, and Beverly watched the movement underneath the t-shirt.

     They had their breakfast and sat drinking the coffee and chatting,
mostly about trivial things.  The conversation eventually got to Beverly's
husband, Tom, and Jean asked her how he was doing, since she hadn't seen
him in a long time.

     "Oh, he's alright.  He keeps himself busy and out of my hair."

     Jean noticed the somewhat defiant tone in Beverly's voice.  "Bev, you
say that like there's something to it."

     Beverly was silent for a few seconds before answering.  "Well, I guess
I can tell you.  You'll know it soon enough, anyhow."

     "Tell me what?"

     "Tom and I are splitting up, Jean."

     "Are you serious?"

     "I couldn't be more serious."

     "God.  What happened?"

     "Well, let's see... God, I don't know where to begin."

     "Like I tell my students, start at the beginning."

     "It's been building for a long time, starting maybe about five years
ago.  We had a big fight after we'd been to a party.  Do you remember the
Christmas party put on by the McDonald's a few years back?"

     "Hmmm, let me think.  Was that the one at the clubhouse?"

     "Yes, that's the one.  Well, that night I caught Tom and Glenda
Whitman together in the executive room.  They were kissing, and he had his
hand up her dress."

     "Glenda Whitman.  I remember her.  She got around, I understand.  She
was always fucking somebody.  I heard her husband finally got fed up with
it and told her to get out."

     "Yeah, she's the one.  Anyway, I had gone into the office looking for
something, I don't remember what, and I walked in on them.  She wasn't even
wearing panties!  Later he tried to make out like it was her fault.  I told
him, `Yeah, I could see she was forcing your fingers in and out of
herself.'  He soon gave up trying to convince me that he was innocent.  It
wasn't long before he started fooling around.  I never actually caught him
with anyone, but I heard plenty of stories.  I'm sure you heard them, too."

     "Yes, I heard them, but I couldn't believe it.  Even now it's hard to
believe.  I'm so sorry, Bev."

     "Thanks for your sympathy, Jean.  Well, you know all about this sort
of thing, since you went through one, too."

     "Yes, but mine was a little different."

     "I heard that you were caught with another woman.  I didn't believe
it, but you know how those rumors are."

     Jean's heart fluttered.  All this time she had believed her secret was
safe.  "Where did you hear something like that?"

     "Oh, Tom told me.  But he said he didn't' believe it, either.  Some of
the damnedest rumors can get started."

     Jean breathed a sigh of relief.  "You're right about that.  I heard
that one, too.  One of the teachers at school asked me about it one day at
lunch.  She said she thought it was just idle gossip, something for
troublemakers to try and start."

     "I don't pay any attention to that sort of thing.  I'm one of those
people who has to see it to believe it."

     Jean wanted to get off this subject.  "So, what's the plan for you and
Tom now?"

     "Well, I guess I'm going to tell him I'm planning to divorce him."

     "Oh!  You mean he doesn't know about this."

     "Oh, I think he knows it's coming.  I just haven't gotten up the nerve
to tell him yet."

     "Well, maybe you'll be able to get things patched up before it gets to
that point."

     "No, I've made up my mind about this, Jean.  I'm through with Tom, for
good.  We haven't been like husband and wife for a long time, if you know
what I mean."

     "Um, you mean, in the bedroom?"

     "Yes.  God, Jean, we haven't had sex for over four years."

     "Oh, you're kidding!"

     "Oh, no!  In fact, the last time was on Alison's 10th birthday."

     "God!  What have you been doing since then?"

     Beverly held up her hands.  "Using these.  And a vibrator."

     "God, Bev, that's terrible!"

     "Well, it beats getting fucked by him, I can tell you.  Or getting
fucked by any man, for that matter.  I'll tell ;you something
confidentially, Jean."  Beverly leaned forward and lowered her voice to
make her point.  "I'm seriously considering looking for a woman."  She sat
back and looked at Jean's face for her reaction.

     Jean wanted to explore this topic.  "Do you really mean that, or are
you just saying it?"

     "I'm serious!  I'm through with men, Jean.  I've had my fill, no pun
intended.  Putting up with Tom all these years was more than enough for
me."  Beverly felt a sense of liberation by revealing her inner thoughts,
and wanted to continue.  "I'll tell you something else, too.  I've been
checking out Kristy, the lifeguard at the pool.  We've been talking some,
and I think she likes me in a sexual way.  Of course, I haven't had any
experience in this sort of thing, but it sure seems like she might be
willing to at least try it out.  I think she's a hot little number, I might
add.  Have you ever paid any attention to her?"

     Jean was very surprised, and also encouraged, by this turn of events.
She never suspected that Beverly had any sexual interest in other females.
Jean thought back to the first time she laid eyes on Beverly, and how the
woman's appearance and manner had excited her.  "Oh, um, I've seen her, of
course, but I really never paid that much attention to her.  Not in the way
you mean.  What makes you think she might be interested in, um, sex with
you?"  Jean had to know more.  "Isn't she a little young, Bev?"

     "Well, yes, she's pretty young, but she IS of legal age.  I can't
really put my finger on it, exactly, about why I think she could be
interested.  I guess it's just the way she acts when we're talking."

     "What do you talk about with her?"

     "Oh, well, I guess I started out by asking her if she has a boyfriend.
Some guy brought her to the pool one day, and I wondered about him.  When I
asked her about that, she said no, that she doesn't have a boyfriend.  That
was one of her brother's friends, she said."

     "Well, just because she doesn't have a boyfriend doesn't mean that she
wants to have sex with you."

     "Oh, I know that.  It's not just that alone.  I've caught her looking
at me, you know, checking me out.  Something happened once that makes me
think she might like women.  I was in the shower room using the toilet when
she came in there.  I had my suit pulled down, of course, and she was
really looking at my boobs while I sat on the toilet.  She tried to
disguise what she was doing, but it was pretty obvious.  God, Jean, I got
so excited knowing what she was doing!  My nipples got really hard, and she
got an eyeful.  I could see her nipples through her top, and it looked like
she was excited like I was.  I could be imagining all of this, but I really
don't think so."

     "Well, you just never know about those things, I suppose.  She could
very well be interest in you that way, Bev.  What do you plan to do?"

     "I don't know.  I don't know what to do, really."  Beverly looked at
Jean.  "You must think I'm awful."

     "No, I don't.  Why would I think that?"

     "Well, I'm sitting here telling you I have the hots for another woman,
and it turns out to be a girl who is young enough to be my own daughter.
God, Jean, maybe I'm cracking up or something."

     "There's nothing wrong with you, Bev.  What you're experiencing is
normal.  It seems to happen to most women in divorce situations.  I know it
happened to me."

     "Really?"

     "Yes, really.  I reacted the very same way you are."

     "Did you do anything?  Was there somebody you thought about, you know,
the way I'm thinking about Kristy?"

     "As a matter of fact, there was."

     "Who was it?  Oh, I'm sorry, Jean.  That's none of my business, I
know."

     "No, it's alright."  Jean was feeling that this conversation was
definitely leading to something more than just the usual talk over coffee.
She wanted to continue pushing the subject, but doing so carefully.  She
didn't want to reveal too much about herself, but she wanted to fan
Beverly's interest to see just where all of this might go.  "Now, it's my
turn to tell you something in strict confidence, Bev.  You have to promise
that you won't say a word to anyone."

     Beverly's eyes sparkled with excitement.  "I promise.  I won't say
anything to anyone, Jean.  You have my word on that."

     "Okay, but just remember, you've promised."

     "Don't worry.  I won't say a word to anybody."

     "You know that rumor you heard about me?  Well, it's true."

     Jean paused to see how her friend would react to this news.  Beverly
sat with her mouth open as if she wanted to say something, but sat silently
instead.

     "Yes, it's true.  I was having an affair with a woman from my school.
I had to make some very hard decisions about all of that, Bev.  I allowed
my husband to take the girls just to keep everything hushed up, so I could
keep my job."  She looked at Beverly for a few seconds before continuing.
"Trading your kids for silence and a job is quite a big price to pay for a
little passion."

     Beverly was incredulous.  "Oh my god, Jean!!  Oh my god!!  Then it IS
true, what Tom said."

     "It depends on just what he said, Bev.  It IS true that I was involved
with another woman, and it IS true that my husband caught us together.
That was the sum and substance of it.  I agreed to let him take the girls
in exchange for his silence about the real reason we divorced.  I can tell
you that it nearly killed me, giving them up that way."  Jean hung her head
and sobbed softly.  Beverly sat staring at her, not able to say a word
until she finally managed to tell Jean that she felt so bad for her.

     "Oh god Jean.  Please don't cry.  You're going me have me crying if
you don't stop.  I wish you hadn't told me.  I can see how hard on you this
is.  I see now why you and Sarah are so close, why she clings to you the
way she does.  God, I'm so sad about what happened."  Beverly got up to go
to Jean when the woman arose from the table and went to a counter for a
tissue.  Beverly followed her over to the tissue box and put her arms
around her friend, pressing herself against her.

     "Oh, Jean, honey, how you must have suffered all these years that your
children have been gone from you."

     Jean leaned back against Beverly.  "I didn't know if I would ever see
either of my girls again.  I've had very little contact with them in the
seven years since they left.  It never got any easier, Bev.  So many times
I questioned myself about my lack of willpower.  I don't have any
resistance to sex.  I did what I did for sex and nothing else, and it cost
me so dearly.  And I can tell you truthfully, I haven't changed one bit."

     "What do you mean?  You aren't having an affair with that woman still,
are you?"

     "Oh, no.  No, she's long gone.  But the fire she lit in me still burns
very hot."

     "For her?"

     "No, not for her.  For sex with women.  I'm addicted to it, Bev."

     Beverly now was seeing another side of her friend, a side she found
most arousing.  She wanted to ask a million questions, but she knew that
this was not the right time.  The questions could come later.  Right now
her mind was filled with erotic thoughts, urging her to take action.  She
was tentative, but oh so eager to know what it was like to make love with
another woman.  Their bodies were pressed together, Beverly's front to
Jean's back.  Jean was pushed back against her friend.  Beverly reached
underneath Jean's t-shirt and took the big breasts into her hands, kneading
the soft flesh and stimulating the already-erect nipples.

     Beverly nuzzled Jean's neck, kissing her softly.  "I want to finish
something I started yesterday."

End of Episode Four