We had never dated really but had become friends. He watches me walk around the car in awe, then without a word opens the passenger door. I squeal “...h hell yes!” We took off in it and drove all over the place letting all of his friends and lots of mine see us. That car was so nice. We drove for hours and I don't know how many miles we ended up going but it had to be a lot a whole lot. But that's not the end of it. As we were driving, for some reason, I got a stir in my crotch. I don't know if. Copyright Karen Jensen 2017A Boy Lost - 1Sara and I had been best friends since we were infants. We were likebrother and sister. She was 4 months older than me and until we wereabout 10 had lived within a few blocks of each other. Our moms had beensorority sisters and roommates in college and had remained closefriends. Her dad had taken a job across the country and it was a sad dayfor all of us when they moved away. Sara and I kept in touch via email,text and the occasional phone call. Though. When she started to do measurements of her female equipment, Fiona giggled and asked in a trembling voice,"I say, is that really necessary, nurse?"The girl spread her legs open wide with her strong hands and said,"Call me Rhonda, Mrs. Murphy, but please don't call me "nurse". I am a qualified PA and I will be assisting doctor Lau in his reconstruction work. We work as a team and he must know your limits in all vital areas. Your "body geography" if you must!"Fiona shook her head in agreement. Whew, I slipped by that one! Please save me from the saved, OK? Another late-late afternoon, a friendly (but not kissable) ranch wife in a pickup dropped me at a roadside rest somewhere beyond the North Platte River, historically ‘a mile wide and an inch deep’ but now somewhat tamed. The truck radio predicted thunderstorms with heavy rain all night. The rest stop was a little way off the highway. It had a restroom and running water, and picnic tables and a small BBQ grill sheltered under a wide.