It had started raining as I walked away, getting heavier as I traveled. Any sign of us being by the river would be long gone by the time anyone starte... looking. It could be a while; young men were prone to go off for days, hunting or looking for glory. It wasn’t all that rare that some never came back.I walked until late afternoon, stopping when I found a small cave. There were some dry wood and pine cones at the entrance, so I got out my flint and steel and started a fire, fashioning a torch. Hey, how about the new place, where they put the ice cream on the cold marble slab and mix in anything you want?" Oh, cool!" Bridget exclaimed. "I've never been there but I heard it's the best!"I couldn't deny that I felt like a mom, loving to show her daughter new things, and seeing her all excited. Wow. What would it be like if I took Bridget with me to Orlando for the conference I'm attending in a couple of weeks? My mind started racing so much that I had to put that idea on the shelf for. " RuthAnn pondered. She too had kissed girls in high school. She and her friends had practiced with each other for that time when they would be doing it for real with a boy. The experience had been pleasant but not erotic. "I can't imagine doing that." "Neither could I. But I was turned on from all the groping and stuff just happened." RuthAnn remembered her bus rides. Stuff happened there too. "I know what you mean. My groping experiences were frightening and embarrassing but oddly exciting.". "Well you're handling it pretty well so far, if that means anything atall."Phoebe speared a french-fry, twirled it around in a glob of ketchupshe'd plopped onto her plate, and for a few tense moments seemed toactually consider eating it. In the end, though, she seemed toreconsider and scraped the bloody-looking fry off her fork."Guess so. I had a lot of time to get used to the idea on the way outhere." So you think you could get used to it?" Marcia said, almost toohopefully.Shrug..