The sucky thing was, when we started to get into the car, Sarah found anote on the windshield."Is this a ticket?" she asked. She looked scared. She ...ived in mortalfear of getting a ticket. I wasn't even sure if she knew exactly whatgetting a ticket even meant. As smart as she was, she had thesebizarre gaps in what she knew. Like one day in history class it hadcome out she had only the vaguest idea what WWII was, for example, andeven I knew that shit. This one guy started really making fun. ’ ‘I don’t mind.’ This time, David remembered himself and opened the door for her. She swung herself into the seat more gracefully than he’d expected, tucking her tan oxfords beneath her, and gave him a little half-smile as he shut her door. The ride to the library was short and silent. David’s mind strayed from their library trip to thoughts of Maggie. They were inescapable. Obsessive and compulsive. He wanted to prepare for what might happen between them. He had always been a planner, trying. They took turns washing and rinsing each other, and drying each other off. She took her clothes from the bed, and laid them on a chair, taking their place. William hadn't much more than touched her since they had been here, and now set to feeling of her slender body. It was amazing how soft her skin was. It was like stroking a piece of velvet. Just much warmer. Her skin was flawless,except for the tiny scar on her lower right abdomen. He recognized an appendix scar when he saw it. He must have. For full enjoyment, please read The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-29. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, I want to go see the giraffes, said my friends ten-year-old daughter as she peered up at me. Though I was somewhat relieved that.