. your decline. But that's past now and I'm much relieved that you are doing well." Susan said."Thank you. You sound like you've been watching me." Ba...bara said, uneasily."Not actively. But I ask about you from time to time. And people who know I care about you make it a point to drop little tidbits of information about you every now and then." Susan said."You still ... I mean ... you do care about me?" Barbara asked."I don't ever think I made a secret of that. At least I hope I didn't." Susan. She’d dabbled in all the things children do. Séance, Ouija Board, Sunday School, Yoga. She’d enjoyed them for a while but they didn’t really do anything for her. She preferred things she could see and read. She wanted to live life to the fullest—experience everything.That may have led her to being a little more adventurous and even impetuous than her contemporaries. If there was a tree to be climbed, she climbed it. She dove into the river from the railroad bridge. She rode her bicycle down the. They looked delicious and perfect. Samantha was a romantic though. She noted the way that he looked at her, or at least the way she thought he looked at her. She noticed how he just said you and your husband, then leaving her to tell him that no, she was not married. In fact, she was too young to be married. Well, at least in her mind. She was twenty and had never fallen in love, but planned most of her life out with many men that she met. It seemed that any man who smiled at her got the royal. She was fifteen and one block down the street from where I lived.I guess I should explain that I live in a suburb of San Antonio, about ten miles out of town. Ted owns my house and rents it to me at a very reasonable rate. A relative discount, he calls it.I like living in a small town. It is so unrushed and peaceful. But the fact there are no other lesbians that I know of, in town is a real cramp on my lifestyle. I have to drive a long ways to the nearest gay bar. And when I pick a girl up, we.