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 The Line of Magdalene

   Road Trip is the second novella in The Line of Magdalene series, the
sequel to "Chrysalis Music." I suggest that you read it first to gain
background on the continuing characters.  But I am not trying to tell the
reader what to do.  Someone might want to wait until the series is complete
and read them backwards.  Whatever brings you joy...

   This is a work of complete fiction and fantasy.  The characters are all
imaginary and bear no relation to any persons living or dead.  The author
in no way condones the behavior of the characters and would voluntarily
testify against them in a court of law for any of their legal
transgressions real or imagined.  Some places mentioned are real, but the
events described here never happened anywhere.  So, if geographic details
aren't correct, remember one thing - this is fiction.

   Feel free to write and offer constructive criticism and/or
encouragement. I improve through you suggestions and I am motivated by your
encouragement.  (TheSpringg at yahoo dot com)

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If the reader has tender sensitivities relating to explicit descriptions
of sexual behavior in literature, please read no further.  This story is

guaranteed to offend you sooner or later.

   Road Trip --- MF

   Chapter 2

   I was roused out of my sleep by the door latch clicking and the door
opening.

   "Harrison?"

   I looked at the alarm clock glowing by the bed.  It was 2:30 AM.

   "Erin?"

   "There is something out here.  I'm scared.  Can I bring my sleeping bag
in here?"

   "There's nowhere to put it in here, Erin.  I'll take the tent, you take
the bed." and sleepily I started to get up out of the smooth sheets,
immediately regretting my offer, but committed to follow through.

   "No.  Please don't.  Can I just crawl in with you."

   "In bed with me?"

   "Please?" she whined.

   "Okay," I said, relieved that I wouldn't have to leave the comfort of my
own bed.  I scooted over towards the RV wall to make room for her and to
leave space between us in the full sized bed.  "It'll be tight..."

   She shyly slipped under the covers and whispered, "Thank you."

   "Good night...  again" I said.  And rolled to face the wall.  Before I
fell back asleep, I could tell that she had rolled over to face the
opposite way.

   I dreamt of Kathryn.  The dream was so vivid.  I could feel the warmth
of her body spooning mine.  My morning erection nestled against the crack
of her ass and the small of her back.  A hand cupping her breast.  Just as
we always woke together.  The dream was naturally progressing to sleepy,
early morning sex.  The sun peeking through the skylight woke me. 
Momentarily disoriented, the dream continued.  Kathryn's nipples were so
hard under my fingers and my cock felt so good nestled against her ass.

   In an instant, I was fully awake and pulled back with a start.  In the
confusing transition from dream to waking reality, Erin rolled over to face
me.

   "You're awake?" she asked with a smile.

   "My god!  I am so sorry Erin.  I was dreaming!  I should have taken the
tent!"

   "Don't apologize, it was sweet.  I liked it...  No, I loved it.  I never
felt so safe and loved.  You held me all night."

   "I did?"

   "Yeah..." she said dreamily.  "I fell asleep with you holding me so
sweetly, nestled up against you, your hand under my t-shirt...  No..  your
t-shirt...  cupping my breast."

   "I did?" I asked blushing.  "I am so sorry."

   "Please don't say that again!" she exclaimed and leaned forward and
kissed me.  "Was it a dream about ..."

   "Kathryn, my wife." I interrupted sheepishly.

   "She's a lucky woman!  Being loved so much.  I hope she appreciates it!"
Erin continued smiling at me.

   "She seems to put up with me..." I replied.

   Still chagrined, I stayed silent, watching her as she hopped from bed. I
caught a peek of her panties as the hem of her t-shirt flipped up.  My cock
went twitched again, and I remembered the feeling of her nipple hardening
under my touch.

   "Let me fix you breakfast in bed." she said, and when I started to move,
"No!  You stay there." So I settled back and, through the bedroom door,
watched as Erin moved confidently around the micro-kitchen of the RV. 
"Pancakes?  Coffee?  Orange juice?"

   "Yes, all of the above."

   "Done!" and soon she was mixing the batter from scratch.  I dozed off
again and only awoke when I felt the bed rustling.  Erin was leaning over
the bed holding a breakfast tray.  I hurriedly pushed the sheets aside,
clearing a space for the tray.

   "Breakfast is served!"

   As she leaned over to put the tray down, the neck line of her shirt hung
open, giving me a clear view of her bare breasts hanging free.  She was too
observant to miss my glance.

   I averted my eyes.  She laughed.  "You know you are the first boy to
touch those."

   "Sorry, I couldn't help but see."

   "Stop with the apologies!" she smiled.

   I turned my attention to the breakfast on the bed.  We sat cross legged
across the tray from each other, and ate together from the single plate of
pancakes that she had cooked up.

   I found it impossible to keep my eyes off her, and Erin either didn't
care or didn't realize that the hem of the t-shirt wasn't completely
covering her crotch.  The sight of her white cotton panties peeking out
from under the hem of the t-shirt made it impossible for me to suppress my
erection.  I suspected that she noticed, but if she did, she didn't say
anything.  We ate in silence, but I felt we were both enjoying each other's
company.  This young woman was going to change my trip, but as long as I
got to the photography workshop at Mesa Verde, I didn't care.  After all, I
wasn't one of those old OARs that sticks to a plan, when a once in a
lifetime opportunity comes along.  I decided then and there that this road
trip was officially about Erin now.

   As Erin finished the last bite of pancake, smiling at me with flashing
eyes, she slowly licked the syrup from her lips.  With that seductive look
from Kathryn, Lin, Naomi, or virtually any other woman, I would have... 
But there was no use in dwelling on it.  Keeping Erin "off limits"
eventually would be impossible, but I was determined to maintain the
current circumstances as long as I could.

   She broke the moment with a wink and clambered out of bed, affording me
another flash of her ass, and another peek down her t-shirt when she
removed the tray, setting it on the table.  She lingered a moment and
winked again, to let me know that she was intentionally showing off for me.

   "Now I know what it means to be a cock tease!" she blurted out, and
immediately blushed.  "Did I say that out loud?" she said, covering her
mouth in mock surprise.

   I gave her an equally mocking look of fatherly disapproval.

   "You cooked, I'll clean." I said, changing the subject.

   "Deal!" she said.  "I'll change into something less distracting." As she
headed out the door, she flipped up the hem of her t-shirt, giving me a
complete view of her firm, rounded ass.  With a wink over her shoulder, she
was gone to her tent.

   I got up, and went into the tiny bathroom to change and wash up.  I shed
my sleeping shorts and gave my still hard cock a couple of quick strokes.
No time or privacy for all the attention it craved.

   I had just pulled my jeans on when Erin returned, dressed as she had
been the day before.  I pulled on a fresh t-shirt and she gave me a funny
look, which I returned with a quizzical look of my own.

   "You're getting another t-shirt ready for me to wear tonight." she
laughed, and then asked expectantly, "What's on the schedule today?"

   "Well, I had planned a hike and some photography, but I think a trip to
the mall in Parkersburg is in order.  As adorable as you are in that
outfit, you can't wear it forever." I suggested

   "I'll be fine!  I'll just wash clothes more frequently.  Let's take the
hike you'd planned." she responded enthusiastically.

   "Wash clothes more frequently?  Like daily?  You don't have a complete
change of clothes with you.  Moreover, you don't have suitable hiking
shoes." I rationalized.  "No, you'll need a shopping spree.  And this one
is on Kathryn!  Her orders from last night.  If you want to argue, it's
with her - not me."

   "Yes, Sir!  I'll take my complaints to the management." she laughed.  It
was great to see her in such a good mood.

   We tidied up the camp site and I was backing the RV out when Angela
walked over.  I rolled down the window.  She stepped up on the running
board and leaned close to me.

   "Good morning!  Heading into town?"

   "Good morning!" we chorused back.

   "Yes, we have to hit the Mall.  You know what they say...  You can take
the girl out of the mall, but you can't take the mall out of the girl!" I
laughed and both Angela and Erin gave me a disapproving look.  "Need
anything?" I added sheepishly..

   "Nope, we're good.  I'll keep an eye on your tent and camp site.  The
girls want to swim with Erin again."

   Erin leaned over, "Tell 'em I'll be back after lunch and I'll be real
unhappy if they're too tired to swim with me.  It's a back stroke lesson
this afternoon!"

   Angela beamed and gave my arm a squeeze.  "See you soon!"

   "She's got a crush on you." Erin said as we pulled away.  "You seem to
have that effect on women."

   I shrugged, not knowing what to say.

   "It doesn't seem to make Kathryn jealous." she stated.

   "We have a trusting relationship.  She has nothing to make her jealous."

   "No, I don't suppose she does..." Erin said, trailing off to silence.

   By the time we arrived at the mall Erin had made a list.  Most of the
list was easily filled at the Gap; jeans, shorts, boxers and tank tops. 
Erin made a point of trying everything on and coming out of the dressing
room area to model them for me.  One tank top fit so tightly that it left
nothing to the imagination.  Her breasts were a large B-cup and perfectly
firm with extraordinarily puffy nipples.  She modeled it with plaid boy's
boxers, the waist band rolled down low on her hips.  Her flat tummy was
beautifully displayed, curving in from her prominent pelvic bones and down
to her pubic area.  The waist band was rolled so low that it was clear she
trimmed her pubic hair.  I wondered why she was showing off for me and
where Erin thought she wanted this budding relationship to go.

   At Timberland we got her some all purpose walking shoes and a pair of
flip-flops.

   At a little swim shop, we were the only morning customers.  Erin took a
couple of swim suits to the dressing room.

   "Dad!  I can't decide!" she called out from the back.  The young, bored
looking sales girl nodded her head and waved idly towards the dressing
rooms, turning back to her game of "Bejeweled!" on the store computer.  She
seemed relieved to not be dragged into family fashion decisions.

   Amused, I headed back to the dressing room area with a full-length
mirror at the end and two small dressing rooms, one opening off each side.
Erin was standing in the room on the left wearing a shimmering blue Speedo
tank - a swimmer's suit.  She looked great and I said so.  Before I could
say anything further she shimmied out of the tank and paused for a fraction
of a second facing me and looking impish.  She had a light tan, except
where her bikini had left distinct tan lines.  Her pale white breasts were
perfectly formed and topped with pert nipples.  The red hair over her pussy
was neatly trimmed.  Her shoulders and legs were those of a swimmer.  She
seemed to be forcing herself to not shy away from my appreciative gaze.  I
could see her holding her breath for a long delightful, but awkward, moment
until her willpower wavered.  She took a breath, blushed and turned around
abruptly.

   "You like the invisi-suit?" she said through a forced giggled, wiggling
her ass.

   "It's the best one so far." I said blandly, trying to disguise my
arousal.  Keeping her back to me, Erin donned a revealing bikini in a dark
floral pattern.

   "How's this one?" she inquired.

   "I still like the second one.  That invisi-suit..  "

   "Seriously, I like the bikini best," she said.  "But it's not as good
for serious swimming or teaching the little girls."

   "Just a second here...  Kathryn is channeling to me.  She says get all
three." I laughed.

   Erin threw her arms around my neck and kissed me in a decidedly
un-daughter like way.  I restrained my impulse to kiss back passionately.
She broke off the kiss and removed the bikini.  Posing coquettishly, she
tossed me the suits, and began dressing.

   The sales girl raised her eyebrows at us as I paid.  We both gave looks
that simply said, "What?" She had obviously heard the exchange in the
dressing room and knew exactly what had transpired.

   "That will be $148" she said blandly.  "There's an un-advertised
Manager's Special Sale on today.  Invisi-suits are free with the purchase
of any other two suits." she added With a hint of a smile crossing her face
as she struggled to remain serious.

   We were barely able to keep our straight faces long enough to leave the
shop.  We were both laughing when stopped at the Mall food court for lunch.

   "Not exactly haute cuisine, but it beats eating late back at camp." I
observed.

   While we were eating, Erin apologized for teasing me with the little
strip show at the swim shop.

   "Now who's saying she's sorry unnecessarily." I laughed.  "You don't
think I enjoyed it?" And we both started laughing again.

   "Oh, I know you enjoyed it...  I could see evidence of that!" Erin
gasped between chuckles, pointedly looking at my crotch.  "But, it doesn't
seem right to tease you all the time."

   "You have my permission to tease all you want!" I said.  "On one
condition.  You have to pose for my camera sometime."

   "Can I?" she said suddenly serious.  "I mean, I'd love that!"

   As we pulled into the campground, we noticed Angela and her girls
waving. I walked over to their site and talked to Angela and the girl
followed Erin back to my RV where she put on her new Speedo.

   Before Erin left to swim with the girls, she pulled me aside.

   "I was serious about Angela being hot for you.  She's trying to build up
the nerve to hit on you.  Would Kathryn mind?"

   "Erin, what makes you think these things?"

   "Trust me.  Would Kathryn mind?"

   "No, you know she wouldn't."

   "Good.  Then, please be nice to her.  Make her feel loved and pretty. 
Whatever you do, please don't reject her coldly.  Okay?"

   "I wouldn't do that.  I'm not mean, Erin...'"

   "I know you're not...  But you might feel you...  Never mind..." and she
turned to go.

   I grasped her arm and held her back, "Erin?" I asked, "Do YOU mind?"

   She turned to face me.  Her eyes were shining with welling tears.  "No,
I don't mind..." She pulled away and headed to the lake.

   I watched her walk away.  I was as puzzled as hell.  Erin was a sweet
kid.  I had suspected that she was enjoying being a bit of a tease towards
an older man with whom she felt safe.  Kathryn was right, as always.  Erin
was a beautiful, complex girl, and now it seemed clear that she wasn't just
teasing - she was serious.  She had a crush on me but at the same time, was
encouraging Angela's apparent interest in me.  Erin's behavior ranked up
there with the oddest circumstances in my life.

   I was still rooted to the same spot watching Erin and the girls swim,
when I heard Angela approach.  I felt her hand on my arm.

   "Join me for a cold beer?" She invited.

   There was something in her voice when she asked.  It wasn't as clear and
light as it had been yesterday.  I recalled the same tremolo in her voice
this morning when she stopped us as we were pulling out in the RV to head
to the mall.

   Maybe Erin was right.  Angela was nervous.  Was she making a pass at me?
Was she afraid?  Of what?  Rejection?  Perhaps that was it!  I suspected
that she had been in an abusive relationship, and she had the sense to get
out of it.  Now was out of "practice." I'd have bet she hadn't had date
since then and now she was convinced that she was unattractive.  It seemed
so obvious all of a sudden.  She had nice legs, a real woman's curves and a
slightly larger bust than I preferred, but one that many men would worship.
I realized I was lost in thought.

   "Sorry, I interrupted.  You were watching your young girlfriend." Her
voice sounded like she was suddenly being crushed from inside.  "I
shouldn't have intruded."

   The hopeful tremor in her voice gone.  I looked at her face.  She had
gone ashen.  It had taken all her nerve to approach me like that, and now
she felt like running away and hiding.  I had been lost in thought and
giving her the look that Kathryn understood, but others took for cold and
appraising.  It had worked well for me in negotiations before I retired,
but easily put people off in social situations.  Now I was scaring a pretty
woman who needed her self confidence boosted, not shredded.

   "Hmmm?  Angela!  Excuse me!  I was lost in thought.  I'd love a beer! 
Please forgive me.  I shouldn't stare at a beautiful woman like that."
smiling broadly at her.  "What was that about a girlfriend?"

   She looked quizzically at me.  She wasn't buying it.  She knew I hadn't
just been lost in contemplation of her beauty.

   "She's not really your daughter, is she?"

   "Huh?"

   "She's not your daughter." She repeated.

   "Why do you say that?" I demurred

   "Little things.  She calls you by your given name.  I overheard some of
what you've said around the camp, like you not knowing how she likes her
steak cooked.  Voices carry around here, I don't mean to be snoopy." She
sighed.  "Suddenly all the pieces fell together.  I realized Erin is not
your daughter."

   I just listened, not wanting to admit anything, and she continued.

   "Then when she came out of the RV, the way she kissed you wasn't exactly
the way most teenaged daughters kiss their Dad.  And the way you kissed her
back...  Not like a Dad."

   She was on a roll now.

   "Last night I was woken by a raccoon in the trash cans, and saw her
leave the tent and go into the RV with you.  She spent the night in there
and its not big enough for more than one bed in there.  Am I right?"

   "Well..."

   "I thought so..." A growing bitterness in her voice told me that I had
been right.  Her former husband had abused her and hadn't been faithful
either.  It had taken all her courage to reach out to me, and I wasn't
helping her re-build her trust in men.

   "It's complicated."

   "Affairs always are complicated.  I won't pry, but I see the wedding
ring.  You never denied that you were married."

   "Truth be told, it wasn't her mother she was talking to on the phone
last night, it was my wife.  She knows the whole story."

   "About Erin being your lover?"

   "No!!  She isn't my lover.  I know it looks that way.  It must have been
that raccoon that scared her last night.  She spent the night in the RV,
but that's all.  Please don't let her know I told you she isn't my
daughter, I think the public image of the father/daughter thing is
important to her.  She had a bad relationship with her real father.  This
charade was her idea.  I got caught up in it." I felt the need to change
the topic to something safer.  "Look, I have some cold beer from Virginia.
Would you like to come to try a Dominion?  And we can talk.  I'll explain
the whole story...  You probably have some good advice for me."

   "The girls...  We should watch them."

   "Erin is really responsible, she can out-swim me, and she has Life Guard
training which is more than I can say for myself." I adlibbed.  Turning, I
called out, "Hey Erin!  If Angela and I head to our camp site for a while,
Are you okay with the girls?"

   Hearing her positive reply, Angela smiled weakly, but at least it was a
smile.

   Arriving back at my RV, I brought out a folding canvas loveseat.  We sat
together in the shade of a tree.  The lake was visible in the distance from
between the trees.  The beer was cold and the afternoon warm.  I could feel
Angela begin to relax a little next to me.  Over the next twenty minutes, I
told her the story of meeting Erin at the café, leaving out Erin's
exhibitionism and the way I had woken up that morning.  We sat like that,
without talking, for a quarter of an hour.

   "I thought you really were Erin's lover." She said out of the quiet.

   "I told you I wasn't."

   "I guess I just figured you were covering it up.  I saw her come out of
the RV this morning.  I knew she hadn't slept in the tent."

   "Yeah, that raccoon was rustling around and scared her.  She came in
around 2:00 or 3:00 AM.  She woke me up, but we're not involved that way."

   "I do believe your story is true, you're a pretty amazing guy.  Most
guys I know would have been in her panties by now.  She'd be willing, I can
bet my life on it."

   "And I wouldn't take that bet!  I know that I could take advantage of
her, but she's been hurt and that's the last thing she needs.  She needs
someone she knows she can trust without reservation.  I like the kid." I
said honestly.

   "You are amazing." she said.  I turned to smile at her and she kissed
me. The kiss lingered.

   "Ummmm...  what was that for?" I looked in her blue eyes and saw a
smiling twinkle.

   "I figure you're being so good with Erin that you deserved a reward."

   "Thank you, but I'm undeserving."

   "Oh you're deserving, besides, I like giving the reward.  A lot.  So...
there's more to come!" She giggled.  She had regained her trust quickly.

   I just smiled at her like a proverbial Cheshire cat.  Here I had Erin
telling me to be loving to Angela and I had Angela offering herself to me
as a reward for not taking advantage of the younger woman.

   The next kiss was longer and her tongue explored my lips, with my tongue
darting out to tantalize hers.

   "We should be careful." She said, nodding her head towards kids at the
lake.

   "It is hot out here, we could finish our beers in the RV, it's air
conditioned." I replied.  Her eyes twinkled her silent but eager agreement

   I got up and walked to where I could see the girls playing in the water.
I called out, "Sunscreen!" and Erin waved and gave a thumbs-up sign.  I
pointed to the RV, where Angela was standing by the door waiting.  Erin
gave two thumbs-up, so I returned to Angela.

   "They're cool for a while." I commented, holding the RV's door open for
her.  "Come on in." I crossed to the fridge and got us two more cold beers.
Angela's eyes scanned the interior of the RV.  She crossed to the far wall,
looking at a picture mounted there.

   "Is that your wife?" she asked correctly pointing to Kathryn in a
picture with Lin, Dana and Allie.

   "Yes."

   "And the girls?"

   "Dana and Allie are our daughters and Lin is a family friend."

   "How old are you?" she asked.

   "55" I responded

   "The double nickel.  Wow.  I am 32.  I could be your daughter."

   "Does that disturb you?"

   "Heck no!" she replied emphatically and stepped into my arms to continue
the kiss.  She was breathing heavily when we broke off the kiss.

   "Oh god, I have never been kissed like that.  It's like...  like...  I
don't know what it's like.  I have no point of reference...  Ed was my only
other...  And he wasn't worth comparing to..." she trailed off still
breathing heavily.  "Do you feel guilty doing this?  Being married and
all?"

   "No, I won't hide it from Kathryn.  We have a open, trusting
relationship."

   She gave me a puzzled look, but kissed me again.

   "You're a strange one, I believe you really will tell her."

   We continued kissing, standing in the tiny kitchenette, with the
untouched beers sweating little rings of water on the small counter.  I
couldn't help but become aroused.  Her breasts pressed up against me.  I
hugged her close and there was no doubt that she could feel the full length
of my erection pressed against her.

   I sat down and she straddled my lap.  Without stopping to think, I
unbuttoned her blouse and her full breasts spilled out, encased in a light
blue, lacy bra.  Scooping them out over the supporting bra cups and I
admired her elongated nipples at the end of large, full breasts.  It was
impossible to resist suckling them, and she responded by throwing her head
back and moaning with pleasure.

   I tensed, hearing young voices approaching.  Angela heard them too, and
quickly tucked her breasts back into her bra, buttoned her blouse and
stood. I moved to a seat in the dining area with my beer.  We had the
briefest moment to compose ourselves before Jeannie and Alice trooped in
without knocking.  Erin shrugged her shoulders in an apologetic gesture. 
The girls were still wet, dressed in their little bikinis.  They were
uncontrollably excited.  They simply had to show their mother their new
swimming skill, the backstroke.  Angela was dragged out of the RV with a
girls tugging at each hand.

   Looking back over her shoulder, she mouthed the word, "Later..."

   I stayed alone to finish my beer and call home.  Kathryn and Lin were
curious about how things were going with Erin.  I told them about Angela
and how both women were playing different games with the same goal.  I told
them I was planning to pull out of the campground the next day and move on
to Daniel Boone National Park.  They both thought I should hang around at
Forked Run for a while longer.  They were curious how the thing with Angela
would play out.

   "Erin's obviously got a major crush on you, so it's puzzling that she
seems to be pushing you into Angela's arms." Kathryn mused.  "I wonder
what's really motivating her?"

   "It seems to me that Angela must have opened up to Erin and told her the
story of her failed marriage.  Erin acts like she is on a mission to save
or at least re-build Angela's self-esteem, though yesterday she didn't know
either Angela or me...  I was thinking she was just having fun teasing me
and playing match-maker with Angela." I theorized.  "But at the same time
she was in tears about it.  I just don't get it."

   Both Lin and Kathryn were as puzzled as I was.  Altruism was the only
motive that they could come up with.  Erin was confused, troubled, and just
trying to be kind to Angela.  They urged me to stay at the camp ground and
let things play out.  I was given strict instructions to call in again the
next evening at the latest.  Since I didn't have a tight schedule to
follow, we left it that Erin would be allowed to decide.  My life was their
darned soap opera!

   In the late afternoon, Erin came back with an invitation to dinner at
Angela's campsite, which I gratefully accepted.  I hadn't given any thought
to fixing dinner.

   "Erin, have you always been an exhibitionist?" I inquired casually as I
enjoyed watching her slip out of her Speedo and then sort through her new
clothes, looking for something to wear.

   "Oh my god!  No!  I am sorry!" She quickly pulled a red tank top to her
chest, covering her breasts.  I laughed.

   "I didn't mean that as criticism!" I protested.  "You've got a truly
wonderful body.  I love looking at you.  Have you been showing off like
this all your life?"

   She stood there looking at me, still holding her tank top up in a futile
attempt to cover up.  She was obviously considering her answer, so I
waited. My camera was at hand - it always was.  I wished I could photograph
her as she stood there looking so young, vulnerable and downright sexy.  I
wanted to treasure the suspense of the moment.  When she answered, she
surprised me with a thoughtful, serious response.  I had expected a joking
banter.

   "I've never done anything like this before.  I've never even thought of
doing it.  I've always been called a prude." She took a deep breath, still
clutching the tank top to her.

   "Jack was my means of escaping my Dad.  I realize now that I was running
away from my father, not running away with Jack.  I guess in my imagination
of my future with Jack didn't really include sex.  I knew I would end up
sleeping with him, but I never even considered undressing, getting in bed
and having sex, like I do with you." She paused, thought, and continued. 
"This is totally out of character for me, but it feels so right and natural
with you...  Sure you don't mind?"

   "I am honored that you feel so trusting, Erin." I replied.  "I'll do my
best to deserve the honor, but are you saying that you're thinking about
sex with me?"

   She immediately turned beet red and appeared to consider a response but
said nothing.  She looked at the clock and pointed at the clock. .  She
took a deep breath before turning to dress.  We were late already, and she
was silently pulling blue jeans shorts.  I decided not to press for an
answer.

   When we returned to Angela's camp site, Angela was wearing shorts, a
tank top and flip flops.  Her large breasts were clearly not confined by a
bra.  Her girls were still wearing their little bikinis.  When she saw us
approach, she smiled in relief.

   "Help is at hand!  I never can get charcoal going." she giggled.  Before
I could do anything, Erin stepped between us to take the matches and
charcoal lighter fluid from Angela's hands.  Angela looked at me and
shrugged.  I took her by the hand and led her to the picnic table where we
sat.

   "Let's relax and watch an expert work." I joked.  Angela's little girls
clambered up on the bench beside Angela, and started in on the potato chips
that were already laid out.  I complemented Angela on raising two active,
self-confident little girls by herself.

   "It seems unusual for a single mother to take her girls camping, isn't
it?" I wondered out loud.  "I always thought of camping as a guy thing."

   "After I got rid of Ed, I thought the same thing.  Then I remembered
back to my favorite times with my father.  I loved camping with the family,
so I decided to do it.  The girls weren't so sure of the idea, and didn't
have much fun the first day.  Then Erin showed up and now they've decided
that camping is pretty special." She beamed.

   "And how do you like camping now?" I squeezed her thigh surreptitiously.

   "Well...  The first day was pretty bad.  Erin really was a savior.  And
now camping seems to have some benefits that I hadn't counted on..." She
smiled at me and squeezed my hand which was still resting on her thigh. 
She slid my hand higher up her thigh, pushing the hem of her shorts up. 
Her hand was still resting on mine when her eldest daughter, Jeannie,
climbed up in her lap.  Startled, I withdrew my hand slowly, trying to make
it seem natural.

   "Mommy, you said boys shouldn't touch us like that.  Why was Mr. 
Harrison touching you there?" Jeannie asked.

   I shot a quick glance at Angela, I could see that she was thinking fast.
The situation provoked a guffaw from me and Angela returned an annoyed
look. I couldn't resist sharing my lousy humor.

   "You've been caught red handed!" I chortled.

   For an instant, Angela had a blank look on her face, as she struggled to
cope with my humor while simultaneously trying to come up with a proper
explanation for her daughter.  In the next instant she was laughing.  It
wasn't a forced laugh, but a clear ringing laugh of amusement.  It was an
infectious laugh and Erin and her daughter's joined in, though the
daughters clearly didn't get the joke.  When Angela got herself composed
again, she made an attempt to respond to her daughter's question.

   "Darling, you are right.  You are too young to let a man...  Or even a
boy...  touch you like that...  If anyone ever touches you like that, you
have to tell me.  But when you get to be a big girl...  Like Erin, or me,
you get to choose.  You can let a man touch you if you want to, but always
remember even big girls get to say 'No!' if they don't want to be touched."
She explained.  "Do you understand?"

   "uh huh." Jeannie nodded and her sister agreed, but they still were
obviously confused, but Angela waited quietly for Jeannie to think.  It was
Alice, the younger daughter, who asked the obvious question.

   "You want Mr.  Harrison to touch you there?" Alice asked.

   Angela simply smiled broadly and nodded.  There was another silence
while the girls absorbed her silent response.

   "Why did you want him to?" Jeannie asked

   "Lot's of reasons, darling.  Don't you think he's a nice man?"

   Both girls nodded seriously, so Angela continued.

   "I like him.  He's so gentle, and I know it means he likes me too.  It
makes me feel happy." She grasped at explanations

   "He don't smack you like Daddy did." Alice added.

   "Say 'He doesn't' darling, not 'He don't'"

   Alice continued unfazed.  "An' he's nice to us an' Erin too."

   "Do you love him?" Jeannie asked.

   "Oh hush, Jeannie!" Angela blushed.

   Alice turned to me.  "You gonna marry Mommy an' be our Daddy?  Then
Erin'd be our sister.  An' you could live at our house an' Mommy'd be real
happy!"

   I looked frantically at Angela, who was about to explode trying to stay
serious and contain her laughter.  It was Erin who responded, before I
could think of something appropriate to say.

   "Alice, my Daddy is your mommy's friend.  But he can't marry her.  He's
real good at giving advice though and I think if he talks to your mommy and
gives her good advice, she'll be happier than she has been since your daddy
left." Erin explained.

   "Oh!  Well, she's already happier.  She's smilin' a lot now!" Jeannie
jumped in.  "Alice and I were talking about that.  We were hoping he could
be Mommy's boyfriend and marry her, 'cause he makes her happy."

   We all laughed, but Jeannie didn't laugh.

   "Why can't he marry Mommy?" She persisted when we had stopped laughing.

   Again Erin stepped in and picked Alice up in her arms.  "Jeannie, my
Daddy is older than your Mommy.  You know how old he is?"

   The girls both shook heir heads, but Angela answered the question.

   "He's 55."

   "Do you know how old that is?" Erin asked with exaggerated emphasis on
the word old.

   They shook their heads again.

   "He's old enough to be your Mommy's own Daddy." She paused and the girls
took a moment to stare at me and let the significance sink in.  "He is old
enough to be you Grandpa!"

   Their eyes widened as they regarded me.  It was Alice who reacted first.
She climbed up in my lap, put her arms around my neck.

   "It's okay, you can be our Granpa!" She smile up at me.  "That'll make
Mommy happy too!"

   Then to everyone's surprise, Jeannie reached over and took my hand in
hers.  We sat there quietly for a moment.  Jeannie was obviously processing
everything as she sat on her mother's lap and held my hand.  Erin turned
her back to us and started putting hot dogs one the grill.

   "It's okay, Mommy." Jeannie said as she slipped out of Angela's lap,
still holding my hand.  "It's okay now.  We understand."

   With that, she deliberately placed my hand back high up on her mother's
thigh, and then placed Angela's hand on top of mine.  Alice mimicked her
older sister, slipping off my lap and patting her mother's hand.

   "It's okay." she repeated.  As she went to join her sister watching
Erin, she turned for a second and said, "It's okay Granpa!"

   Angela squeezed my hand and we turned to look at each other.

   "What just happened?" We asked each other in unison.

   Dinner was ready in short order.  Hot dogs and potato salad.  Angela
brought out a couple of cold Coronas and after dinner we settled down to
enjoy a few cold ones while Erin led the girls in camp songs.  The girls
were so fully occupied that they didn't notice that my hand strayed from
their mother's thigh to many other more intimate spots, nor did they seem
to notice the stolen kisses behind their backs.  On the whole it was a
pleasant evening around the campfire.  Erin's singing attracted other
campers at she had the previous night.  This time I discovered that she
also played the guitar, when she offered to teach a boy her age the chords
to a song.  I watched them sitting close as she played and sang.  Jeannie
and Alice squirmed on our laps, too excited to sleep but to tired to stay
awake.  When they finally did succumb, we carried their limp, sleeping
forms to their bed in the camper.  With the girls down, we stood in the
shadow of the camper kissing, my hands roaming over her body.  Our passion
was interrupted by a small, sleepy voice from inside the camper.

   "Mommy, you don't have to kiss Granpa g'night.  He can sleep here."
Alice whispered.

   "No baby, Harrison has to stay with his little girl."

   "Erin's a big girl, Mommy."

   "She's his little girl.  Now go back to sleep.  I'll be there in a
minute."

   We hugged and shared a final kiss.

   "I better get my little girl to bed..." I whispered.

   It was late when Erin and I quietly walked back to the RV hand in hand.

   "Grandpa?" I asked laughingly, when we go back into the RV.  "You had to
play the age card?  Kinda harsh, don't ya think?"

   "Like you had a ready answer!" Erin sassed back at me.  "Did you want me
to tell the girls that you couldn't marry their Mom because you were
already married?  Or maybe I should have said that I don't want to share
you that much?"

   "Well, even a smart-alecky kid can have a good idea once in a blue
moon!" I shot back and be both laughed and hugged.

   "And at least Angela got a make-out session with 'Granpa Love!' She
needed it." Erin whispered between chuckles.

   Somehow I knew Erin's ensuing gaiety was forced.  Trying to assure her
of how I felt for her, I hugged her closer.  Her body seemed melt into
mine. With my face buried in her hair, I was lost in one those instants
that seemed to go on forever.

   When we did break the hug, I threw off my T-Shirt, changed into my
boxers and crawled into bed.  When she came out of the bathroom, she picked
up the t-shirt that I had just cast off and pulled it on.  She cuddled up
close.  She kissed me good night, rolled over and snuggled back to me.  She
wiggled her butt until my erection was nestled in the crack of her ass. 
She then guided my hand and slid it up inside the T-shirt and made me cup
her bare breast.  I held still with great effort, and her breathing slowed
and grew deeper.  Soon she was asleep, and I was wide awake and desperate
for sexual release.  I lay there for a half an hour or so, listening to her
breathing before I faded to sleep.

   Erin turned in her sleep and I woke again.  The moonlight shone on her
through the RV's skylight.  I lay there looking at her as she lay sleeping.
Her T-shirt had pulled up over her tummy and one breast was exposed.  Her
skin had the silky smoothness of youth and the un-tanned areas around her
breasts had an opalescence in the moon glow.  They were the size of large
pears and the nipples were smooth.  I wanted to touch her, but I didn't
dare to disturb her sleep.

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