She never was one to put much store in foolishness or the frivolous romantic notions of most females her age. She had much appreciated the fact that h...r deceased spouse, Roscoe Higgins was of the same persuasion and that he seldom used hidden meaning in his conversation. She remembered with fondness his clear as a bell observation, such as,"Let's to bed, Mary, it is time to pound your fanny!"He was a "potatoes and meat" lover who pressed her bum into the mattress hard until he had achieved his. I brought along my friend, Bob, and we put down ourtowels a couple hundred yards from my mother and sisters. Iwas wearing a baggy, boxer-style swim suit but as usual, Ididn't have anything on underneathe it; I liked the feelingof the wind blowing up my pants leg. Lying there, I wouldkeep my legs spread apart and allowing the sun to shine upthe opening of the leg to warm my balls. At some pointduring the day, Bob noticed and whispered to me that Ineeded to cover up."Nah," I said. "I don't care. I have come to want it very much, and yet I'm so nervous and afraid. These are my feelings -- my mixed emotions -- both for her, and about finally going 'all the way' with her:I thought of you today after the lovely lunch we sharedThe way you looked, and all the things you saidWhen you urged me yet again to take our friendship all the wayAnd share the scintillating splendor of two women together in bed.We've been friends for so long, and yet I never knewThis side of you, that you've finally let. But, if I was to make it to the shop I had to goas I was.Checking myself in the mirror I saw that my makeup was passable, notgreat, not as I would have liked it, but passable all the same. Igrabbed one of Lisa's winter coats, not because it was cold outsidebut because it was thick enough to hide the fact that I didn't havebreasts. And, after snatching up my wallet, I locked Lisa's house andjumped in my car.Driving in my wedge heeled sandals was a little difficult, my feetfelt all wrong and I.