That gave us a quiet place to stand and look at the stone fortress through our binoculars. Dork stood on one side of me and Nimue the other. The rest ...f our people were in the woods and out of sight. We didn't stand around long but the time we used to look at the place proved to be valuable."So now that you've seen it," I said to Dork and Nimue once we were back into the woods and cover, "what do you think of it?" I think we brought too many troops with us," Dork grunted in reply."Oh?" I said. Pressed in the leaves of a book of sonnets by Shakespeare was her final short note to me. In an elegant calligraphy she wrote:My Dearest Jeremiah, Expand your horizons, my love; not just your mind - but also your heart and soul.Fondly, Your MillieConnie comforted me as I cried as only a heartbroken sixteen year old could. I wasn't even embarrassed by my unmanly display. Over the next few visits the resilience of youth and Connie's unabashed libido softened Millie to a bittersweet memory.It was. He quietly closed the mud room door andleaving the side door ajar returned to the vehicle for his packsack.Marci delivered the drinks on a tray to the hot tub and waitedrespectfully as Pattie and Jane explored each other's bodies. Thestrengthening wind blew Marci's petticoats up and with her hands holdingthe tray she had no way of controlling the skirt. With a gentle coughthrough her gag she got the ladies' attention."Oh my gosh Marci, you must be freezing!" exclaimed Pattie. "Here, letme. The tip of mypenis is sticking out of my bottoms but I don't care. I don't know if helikes it or not but I like to think that he doesn't seem to notice. Andwhat woman doesn't wiggle their butt a little more when they know thatmen might be looking at their bottom while their wearing a sexy bikini? My coffee mug says "Princess" on it. And I believe it. My telephone ispink. My waste basket is pink. My sheets are pink. My pen is pink. Mysocks are pink. Come on. You keep telling me that I'm not a.