I didn’t ask any questions. Taking her hand I led her outside and flagged down a taxi. I climbed into the black cab sitting in the middle. As Bex fo...lowed me in she tripped falling forwards and landing on me. As she lifted her head, I looked deep into her eyes. I could feel her breath on my face, and leant forward kissing her gently. Luckily she kissed me back, reaching out and pulling the door closed. We kissed for 2 or 3 minutes before the taxi driver asked where we were going. I told him my. I get the water from the toilet tank. It’s covered so it doesn’t get dusty. The flush mechanism tank refill aerates because the flow splashes ... I am sorry.”He was struggling with a serious case of the gags. “Good god, Karen. Really? From the toilet?” Amy burst out laughing.“Would I lie to you?” I was serious ... stale water makes good coffee. When the only available is in the toilet tank ... use what you got. At least it wasn’t from the stool ... like a little girls tea party. At the cabin we. Damn it, the 35 year old sharp featured woman grumbled to herself, none of the boy's teams, except maybe the chess squad traveled like this. The football team was even flying to out of town games now. The baseball and basketball teams and yes, even the men's track team, went in the new air-conditioned Greyhound style buses, not this old rattle trap. It was 1966 for god's sake. When was the administration going to wake up about women's sports?Of course those old fuddy-duddies in that ivory tower. Face to face, I placed my hands on her back and ran them down her body, my fingertips caressing the back of her thighs. Her muscles stiffened as I gently stroked her legs and she closed her eyes, letting out a groan of pleasure. “That feels so good”, she purred. I let the tips of my fingers loose upon her body, running down her tense legs and her straight back, and then I took the bottom of her dress and pulled it up as she raised her arms so that I could pull it over her head. I dropped my.