“I look like a goddess or at least how I imagine they would look.” Looking at her reflection she almost found it hard to believe it was really her...elf. Aélita had curled her hair and styled it as well as doing her makeup for her. And it would go perfectly with the dress they had picked out a week or so ago for the trip, which was bright yellow.“Yes you do.”“Thank you.”“Of course, what are best friends for?”With that Aélita shooed her from her bathroom and sent her to change, while she did her. Stacy took a deep breath, blushed some more, and then told us."It ... it was a few months back," she began nervously. "I ah ... well, I had a date in fact that evening, went to the movies, got home late. I was still a bit worked up, pretty horny. It was the first time I'd let my boyfriend feel me up," she openly admitted. "Though we aren't seeing one another anymore," she then added giggling as she held her fingers apart from one another only a few inches apart, and then looking at me,. Found the pint was most acceptable, but the meal, was shall we say, best left, more pints followed to compensate, and he wandered back to his tiny camp still hungry. By now the rain had stopped, and overnight he slept well, up bright and early dressing in the dark, he packed up and was away just after first light, not having a stove or cooking gear with him hunger and the need for tea driving him on. cafes and vans being plentiful, he stopped at the first open van in a layby, for a very welcome. Three or four days before Blondie snuck up on me in that bar, Rita had told me that she encountered someone very interesting that day.“I met your twin this afternoon!” she told me excitedly.My twin?!! I didn’t have a twin – brother or sister. Before I could ask what she was talking about, Rita eagerly explained that she had seen some guy that afternoon who my “identical double.” She said that he looked “exactly” like me, except that his hair was longer.When I laughed and teased her that he was.