"How about going to the local adult theater and seeing what might come up," I asked."You must be kidding," she exclaimed."You want me to go into one o... those places and chance getting caught with some stranger that might have some kind of disease?" Well, we could take some precautions. Let's just give it a try." Let's go tomorrow afternoon. It's Saturday and we don't have anything pressing to do. What do you say?"And, amazing as it seems she agreed.Saturday morning she spent trimming her bush. Beka was almost choking with ecstasy. Beka could feel it coming up, a stranger to her body, slithering like a snake. No, an anaconda. Beka ruffled his hair, holding him for support. Her legs were getting wet around his neck. He suddenly caught hold of them and pushed her against the tree so that his tongue could penetrate deeper into the slit. Beka banged her backhand against the tree as endorphin filled her head. He was shoving his tongue up.“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!” Beka cried.He was. Each one was fragrant, beautiful and fully open when she found it. Because it was already open it barely lasted the day, but that was all right because she received a new one each morning. At first the roses we anonymous, but soon they started coming with a small card attached. Each little note spoke of how beautiful her secret admirer thought she was, but there was still no identification. One day in addition to the comparison of the roses beauty to that of Amy’s, there was an email address,. Next, she walked down to where she could observe the door and waited for her Michelle to enter. Then she followed her to her locker. Then she had turned and made her way slowly to the door to give her uncle time to clear the area after dropping Michelle off.I asked her why she had not talked to Michelle and she told me that, as excited as she was, she knew that Michelle or Sara would not be able to hide it. Besides, if we could not catch up with Sara doing laundry tomorrow we could always talk.