It was just girl talk; light conversation aboutthis and that, but I noticed that Belinda was a bit morebubbly than usual. Her eyes sparkled and she sm...led a wholelot more.I also noted that, once or twice, she called me Celine. Ifiled that away for later as we left the restaurant andwent back to the stores.On our way back to the car, I asked Belinda what she wantedto do next and she replied; Anything you want, Celine. Iwaited until our packages were put in the back of Belinda'scar and we got in. They allhad long, loose, wavy hair, though they were mixed blondes andbrunettes, and one of them was redheaded. What seemed odd forgirls having breakfast together, they all were wearing lipstick andeye liner, very little but just enough so their faces looked ... asperfect as their long, scarlet-tipped fingernails. Flawlesslybeautiful!Not to be believed!Not because they were all gorgeous. I've seen gatherings ofgorgeous young women like these, during college outings and oncewhen a cousin took. Megan left for UCLA early the following morning and despite our pledge to write each other, I was depressed. It wasn’t until Davis appeared with his bags packed that my mood lifted. Our first semester at PSU was a fun filled but demanding time. The plethora of hot and willing freshman girls boggled the mind. But, my devotion to Megan overrode any physical desire for another woman. During winter break, I saw very little of Megan because her family went on a month long vacation to visit. The house must have been a quarter mile or more from the main road, and in the pastures on each side were a number of miniature horses. If you've never seen them, they're smaller than Shetland or Welsh ponies - perhaps a little larger than a Great Dane, though thicker of body. A couple of them were chasing each other around the pasture. Most of the rest were grazing contentedly at the lush grass."Yours?" I asked, poking a thumb at the scene outside the window.Nancy nodded, saying, "Yeah. Mine.