We are in a secluded corner, we stand close opposite each other, I stroke your cheek, I tell you how beautiful you are and you push your cheek against...my palm. Time for a more lingering kiss, our tongues exploring each others mouths, I caress your curves through your thin floral dress, as I feel a suspender clasp our kissing intensifies. We are oblivious to an elderly couple close by, our attention drawn by the exaggerated cough to inform us of their presence, we break from our kisses as they. “Not much longer, now. We just departed Canton. Next stop -- Tech.”“Just think -- an hour flight from Philadelphia and a three hour bus ride.”“Coach ride,” Kit replied. “Let’s get our terminology correct.”“Coach ride, then.”“That was quite the New Year’s Eve party your mom threw -- I had never tasted caviar before.”“Mom was on Cloud Nine, introducing you to all her friends as my fiance.”“Yeah, and the Champagne. I hadn’t tasted that before, either.”“I think I got a little giggly on the. ‘It’s a big tree,’ Hayden said simply. ‘May I ride over?’ ‘Sure, I’ll come with you.’ Hayden dismounted and walked closer to the eastern white pine on which presumably the Carrington brood had strung up Kitty’s paternal grandfather. Tears ran down Kitty’s face as she watched Hayden remove his Stetson, clasp it to his chest and bow his head briefly. He then turned and called, ‘Walk the horses forward Kitty. We’ll have lunch under the shade of this tree.’ She felt like yelling no but accepted he. "We'll go out and talk some more," she'd said as she climbed out of the booth. "Wear something nice."Amber had changed into a short-sleeved yellow blouse with a blue denim shirt. She wasn't sure where they were going and figured this outfit was good for just about anywhere. They'd gone to shows before, a few times to bars. Once, they'd even driven upstate just to get out of the city for a day. When Heather finally showed up, she had changed her white uniform for a plain but form fitting red.