“What are you doing Sweet heart,” he asked through a whining small voice.“Just following your request,” I answered with a smile on my face.As ...e stood up from his sitting position and took me by my hands, he drew them around his waist as he said, “My god you are beautiful,” and helped me step out of my shorts. He looked down at my partially nude body and then releasing one of my hands. He took me by the by the other one and led me back to the couch where he sat down in front of me and left me. "Aren't you going to have any?" Course!" she replied, cutting a much smaller piece.They made their way barefoot along the cool hallway; Lauren sensed the apprehension between them as they prepared to take their relationship to a new, more intimate level. She could hardly use the 'wrong time of the month' excuse if she suddenly decided that she didn't want to make love to him, and she couldn't think of a halfway point between their previous sexual encounter and making love that might be. The river was as low as I'd ever seen it and it made sense. I was sure it's water came mostly from a glacier upstream somewhere. No doubt it increased a lot during spring and with any rains, but we hadn't had much rain lately and the weather was probably much colder up north where the river must begin.Still, we had a ride in front of us and we stayed near the river's bank as we headed upstream. About five miles past where the other downward path came out we came to a much wider stretch of river. ”“You should. What did you find out about Steve?”“He lied to me. He dumped me for that stinking bitch,” I looked at Betsy, “and if he didn’t, he’ll wish he did.”“What are you going to do?” I hadn’t thought about that but her question triggered a fledgling plan of action. “I’m going to get a date for the Prom” I snapped at her.She looked at me surprised “Who?”“I have someone in mind, he’s a friend, you don’t know him but you’ll like him.”“Is he cute?” Good ole, Betsy, always thinking.