“Thank you,” was all I said. I took his card, and walked away. I couldn’t get his face out of my mind though, so I tucked his card into my pocke... for safekeeping.I drove down to the lake on the south side of the bridge on the Lake Huron side. I parked in front of the lighthouse and went to sit at a picnic table. The breeze was chilly, but still wonderful. It smelled fresh, unlike the city. I never wanted to go back. I just wanted to stay there.Before I left, I walked down to the beach, kicked. ..I was completely his. He put his hand under my skirt between mylegs and began to rub. I instinctively spread my legs but, thanks to Mom'spreparations I was wearing the tight panty girdle and a sanitary napkin so hecould feel nothing. My organ was hard but well concealed."Not yet," I whispered as I pulled away.I gently removed his hand, kissed it, and straightened myself up andfreshened my lipstick. We headed home. This time I didn't tell Mom whathappened. But I felt warm and feminine. Maybe. Things were slow at the office and the thought of being stuck inside was too much to take. I had decided to go for a hike since I hadn’t been in a while and really needed the workout. Now up in the wooded hills, I’d taken a different trail this time and it was definitely more challenging than my usual route. The heat and the climb were really giving me a run for my money. My legs were getting tired and my backpack seemed to be getting heavier. I knew there was a small lake up at the top of the. "Nothing special," I said, thinking that doing something for the third time probably reduced it from being 'something special' to just mundane and routine."A lovely day," I posited, and smiled.Martha took another sip of her coffee."How is your class going? I don't remember; did you say what are you taking, and I just missed it?" she suddenly seemed to be trying to take an interest."Oh, it's fine, just fine," I said, avoiding her second question.I was saved by the bell, so to speak.Martha looked.