A hundred yards later a dip in the land directed the flow of a stream toward the southwest. A small yellow-striped blue lizard sat atop a mossy log an... watched them settle beside the stream before scurrying away on urgent lizard business elsewhere, just as the afternoon shower began. The overhead leaves provided impact protection from the shower. The water that pattered on them was cool and comforting after their exertion. They drank from the bubbling stream and seated themselves on a broad. I was about to assist by unclasping them behind my back, but with another of those enigmatic, Mona Lisa smiles, she quickly grabbed my shirt at both wrists – effectively disabling my hands – and then stood on her toes to kiss my lips; leaning close and bushing the points of her hard nipples through my chest hair.There was no tentative touching of mouths this time; she pressed her open lips to mine and hungrily sought out my tongue, enticing me back into her mouth and gently nibbling at me with. I knew where my dad kept his supply of condoms. I could steal one without he knowing about it. “I do not know. I am so afraid.” She was still worried. “Ok, let us do this. Let us not worry about having sex right now. Okay. Just get naked, let me see and feel your body. You can feel my body and then we will see. If then you feel to have it, then we can engage in sex. Okay?” I wanted to give a pat on my back as I said this. She relaxed her body. Her resistance was gone now. She seemed to see no. And insurance cards, so I searched through her purse for them. There was nothing there, so I poked around the house looking for them and finally found a wallet with all her ID’s in a dresser drawer in her bedroom.And that’s not all I found. I picked up a red, leather-bound journal half hidden under her panties, and flipped it open. On the first page was written, “Dagmar’s Diary”. My first impulse was to take it with me as proof, or at least evidence of Dagmar’s existence, but on second thought,.