It was Mr. Decker. "Karen, please come to my office." I knocked on his door and entered, closing it behind me. "Lock it." I did, and stood waiting. "M..., I see you remembered my instructions regarding bras. Very nice." He walked over and grasped my nipples over my blouse, giving them a hard pinch that had me moaning softly. "Did you abide by the other rules?" He cocked a brow, and at my silence slipped his hand under my skirt, raising it up past my hips. He sniffed the air, then smirked at me.. " "Hey. Pretend you have tits so I can call you Suzi. At least one of us can go to sleep happy." I heard a snicker from Mick, which I immediately investigated. He was imagining what I would look like if I had been a girl. Then his mind wandered to his version of what Suzi looked like from our brief descriptions of her. The temptation to show him what Suzi really looked like quickly faded when I realized he would get pretty upset about my unauthorized peeking into his thoughts. My own thoughts. . sort of the reverse of before we met.”“You’ve got something cooking, I see the smoke.”“We-ell. I’ve never been to the Alice and then the map seems to show a highway running northwest through the desert to Sturt Creek and Halls Creek. And we could then drive north to Kununurra.”“We’d need water and grub. What’ll we do? Junk all this?”“We’ll take books and clothing and some stuff. One posting’ll sell everything. We sure haven’t any furniture nor art like your folks or Gordy.”“And?...”“Oh, you. It was about fifteen minutes before she said the first words since we’d left the deli.“Seven years,” she sighed.“Seven years?” I asked.“Of thinking about it; of wondering what it was like; of holding myself back.”She’d just confirmed what I’d already known. I kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. In the dim light I could see the corners of her lips turn up in a smile. I repeated the three kisses once more.“Thank you,” I said softly.“Now what?” she asked.“I suppose that’s up to you..