Some of the commongestures and comments will be interpreted very differently. If you'relucky, you'll be written off as a tomboy. More likely, they'll ...ither callyou a bull dyke or think you're coming on to them. Think about it.Remember when you were at school last year. What was your first reactionif some strange girl, or one you barely knew, came up to you the wayanother guy would?" Angel was beginning to really hate it when someone started one of theselectures with a reminder of when she was. The cannon match wasn’t until Sunday.“Now?” he said. Let’s see what kind of excuses she can come up with to stay here.“Come on ... I have to tell the girls where I’m going.” I told him. “I should change out of my shoot clothes. Jeans and a shirt would be good. It might be cold up here but it’s hot down below.”I stopped at the lodge, changed clothes and told Hilda where I was going. The rest of the girls were shopping the traders.“Lets go,” I stood by the Dodge, waiting.“We going in this?”“Yeah. Ken thought his heart was going to stop."Of course it's really me," she smiled, holding out her arms for a hug.Ken had no idea what to do. How do you talk to the fiancée that had been dead for over a decade?Her smile faltered just a bit."Kenny?" she said, "it really is me. Please, we only have a short time, and it's been so long since I've been able to hold you."Ken stepped forward and took her into his arms. It seemed like she'd never left them. The feel of her, her scent, her heat, it was. Let's just hug and hold each other for a while."I reached over to her, but before I could get my arms around her, she lay down on the bed and then pulled me down into another kiss. I quickly shed my shoes and laid down on my side beside her, looking into her warm eyes and stroking her hair again. She pulled me over into her body again, and I realized how good her breasts felt against my chest. I put an arm over her, running my hand up and down her back and her side, brushing the side of her.