She insisted, saying what Laura also knew was true, that the reason these moments were so intense was that neither one was really a 'lesbo, ' as Rina ...alled it. Their delight in each other was fiercely exciting and would only stay that way if they didn't make it humdrum and normal.Laura knew it was true. It hurt her dreadfully to acknowledge it, though. And watching Rina walk away from her door made her tremble with sadness, even desolation. Rina, going away. Brandi, gone. She cried off and on. The second lady shook her head and sighed. Although some slight traces of gray showed in her intricately braided hair, she stood as straight as a ship's mast."She's late." Wildhair said, grimly.The older lady smiled at this show, however restrained, of impatience in the Anamchara Elder and began to unfold a ground cloth."We might as well be comfortable, Elder Wildhair," she eases her old bones down onto a corner of the cloth, then leaned back against the large stone monument that "explained". One of her gloved hands go to his mouth, silencing him. “Don’t,” she growls, trying to make her voice sound menacingly, as she shoves him back. Grace’s booted foot kicks out behind her, slamming the door shut. “Living room,” she orders, pushing him back with her other gloved hand on his chest. Ryder’s eyes scan up and down the woman, clad very sexily. God who is she, he wonders. His cock involuntarily starts to swell as his eyes room up from the knee high leather boots, across her fishnet. I had to go inside and I gotrecognized. I had to pose for selfies." The price of fame. We print journalists don't have that problem." Ginnydidn't appreciate it when I attempted to take a selfie with her. Shealmost broke my phone.The next morning, after coffee and a donut in the motel lobby, weplanned out our day. When Ginny emailed the reunion committee with herrsvp, it set off a series of events. The first one being a reception atcity hall at ten o'clock. Ginny felt obligated to maintain her.