After I pulled my shorts up, and stood there for at least 20 minuteswhile she just stared at me slowly fiddling with the bra, she took myhand and walk...d me to the door..."Look... Cory... I don't have time to do anything about this, you seemlike a nice guy. It's really just... well, fucked up! but I won'treport you to the agency, turn around..." I did as fast as I could, sheunhooked the bra and peeled it off of my skin..."There, wow... I just... wow! OK, I have a shoot and you need to leavenow!". It was a contrast of worlds, the valley, and its village below, the heavens and nature above. Finding this exact spot, we thought, we had to have been guided by the hand of God himself. Not a single soul would ever think to look here - for anything. From below, it seemed that the only thing this hilltop would be good for is for curious little girls and boys to get lost in - the stuff parents use to keep their children from wandering too far away from home. Here, on our little journey, we found. It would keep anyone from coming through and finding us before we could dress. It could give us an extra minute or two. Looking around quickly I found a length of four by four board and wedged it against the slats of the gate. It was something, maybe not much, but something. I went after Lonnie.She was already at the Cadillac when I arrived and had unrolled the sleeping bag across the back seat. She was unzipping it and folding one flap up and over the seat back. I had come up on the far side. She did not, however, feel one iota like a slut. She looked at her father, lying there, his face slack, in sleep. She felt an upwelling of love in her chest.She looked over at the other bed, where her best friend and her first lover lay. She felt an upwelling of love there too, but it was slightly different. For her best friend, she felt only joy, hoping that it had been half as good for Denise, as it had been for her. Dick's form also caused something to move in her, but it was different from.