She tried every strategyin her limited repertory to attract Scott's attention; short,tight skirts, scrupulous attention to fashion, swinging fromgrung... to hip-hop to black-lace-on-black-Gothic.There was even an ill-advised hair coloring episode that, insteadof turning Zenobia into a striking blonde, left her with hair thecolor and texture of Bozo the Clown's.None of this produced any result whatsoever. Scott Brandonjudged women by one pure and unhypocritical standard; breastsize, and true to. "Besides," she thought, "if I eat something, maybe my stomach will settle down a little." I think I'll just have the side salad with a little cottage cheese."Ten minutes later, Bonnie had already eaten half of her salad. She was just beginning to think that her two friends weren't going to show, when Shelly came through the door."Good, I'm glad you're here. Liz can't make it. I'm starving and don't feel like eating by myself." Why isn't Liz coming?" I don't know. She called and said something. We kissed again and she took my hands and placed them on her breasts, “loosen up! Explore my body, I won’t bite…..yet!” I didn’t need asking twice kneading her ample breasts and gently squeezing her nipples, “Harder!” I pinched them between and fingers and twisted them a little, I heard a slight moan of pleasure, encouraged I increased the pressure receiving a gasp and a sly smile, “you’re catching on, why not use your mouth” I moved my head down and tentatively kissed her brown nipples then. The entire forest was our chapel. Now, those woods are nothing to me, except the place where I lost Melinda.It was another cold, rainy winter day and growing dark by the time she came to pick me up. I’d lost track of time and was still hunting. Maybe she was in a hurry or wanted to be with me in the rainy woods she loved so much. I’ll never know. Anyway, she put on her old, tan raincoat and walked into the bottoms heading for my deer stand, the one she’d helped me build the summer before..