Day 68 Tuesday, December 28After breakfast and our chores, I went over to Karen's. I had a cup of coffee with Claude and Martha and then Karen told he... parents we were going on a drive.We shared a kiss when we got in the car, then I took off. I didn't want to be driving while we were talking, so I just drove us down to the fishing hole.We cuddled and kissed for a few minutes, then I asked, "Do you have any regrets about yesterday?" Not really," Karen said. She was very serious. "I guess my only. "You two want drinks?" he asks, tossing his keys into a bowl on a table near the front door. You read my mind Tomas, I think to myself as I answer, "Yes, please." He turns the corner into his kitchen and asks, "Blair, you want gin still?" I figure I should stick to one alcohol, and that works for us both, so I let him know that. I wonder if he's as nervous as me, I think to myself, because he kind of ran away from us into his kitchen. I turn towards you and we whisper to each other, amazed that. Maria."I thought about Maria kissing me, the way her hand had touched my breasts and the way her thigh had felt so good between my legs. She had been close I realized looking down my body at the vibrating toy dancing between my legs.How many other girls were just as close as me tonight but gave in and how long would it be till I was one of them? How many girls are just like me, they are slipping into a lesbian lifestyle, their bodies are changing like mine? The thought strangely made me even. Now, in Sam’s case what he’d mostly done was make it possible for her to explore aspects of her sexuality that were already there. A woman doesn’t read John Norman unless she’s interested in D/s. Jim had read the entire series hoping against hope that Tarl Cabot would be reunited with his first love – something he had always secretly desired for himself. It never happened. At best, Norman was a bargain basement Edgar Rice Burroughs. People reading his works were interested more in his.