They park and sit in theircars for awhile and then head off into the woods via a two track pathlooking to either give or get; at least a blow job.The ...irst time I went to this park, I got out of my car and headed intothe woods, there were 7 or 8 cars in the parking lot with 4 of themempty. I found the going hard at first as it's difficult to walk on adirt path in high heels. I heard two car doors close so I figured I'd beable to give a blow job or two, which is what I was looking for. I looked. I was just thinking about aconversation I had last night with my friends." Jessica looked puzzled"Oh?" She asked. "Do you remember the argument we had last night before Iwent out?" Jessica nodded wondering where this was going. "Do youremember how you didn't think that we'd ever be able to understand eachother?" Jessica thought back and as she remembered she said, "Yeah." Well what if I told you that there was a way that we could, say, walk ineach other's shoes?" I'd laugh and say that you've. Though neither of us dared be the first to mention it, we both knew that termination was the obvious solution. We both also knew that it would involve a moral compromise on both our parts that neither of us was yet prepared to make.To his credit, at no time did Pete even hint that my predicament either disgusted him or made him want me any less. Indeed by mutual consent we had made love again in the small hours, gently and caringly, falling asleep in each other’s arms straight afterwards.. Grace was getting an allover tan."Need some help?" I asked."No," she said. "How about you, Carole Ann?" He asked for you, Grace. I'm not moving."I heard the step prints of a light-footed blonde on the stairs. The telltale tracks stopped at the side door. She bent a neck around the door."What?"The interior of the boathouse, for all that it was less than three months old, looked like it had been the catch-all of miscellany for fifty years. There was a small dinghy hanging from the ceiling, odd.