It was unpredicted. It wasn't long before they started closing roads and we had to find a place to wait the storm out. Everyone had the same idea and ...t took almost an hour to find a motel that had any vacancies and that one only had three single rooms left. Mom and dad took one; sis and her significant other took one, leaving the last one for Aunt Louise and me. I volunteered to sleep on the floor giving the single bed to my aunt. I had a sleeping bag in the trunk of the car. Mother Nature. Our coupling was gentle and vicious at the same time. We were at once equals to each other and submissive to each other. It was a contest to see who could bring the most pleasure to the other. We both won.I had to eat something, other than Sally, and wolfed down an egg, some toast, bacon and washed it down with OJ while Sally was recovering from her latest climax. The coffee was cool by then, and we both downed a quick cup before heading to the bedroom."Janey?" Out." How long?" Until I tell her. Lyda was a pretty girl, with a curvy body, and a deep cleavage. Ronnie was a handsome young man with broad shoulders and a slim, firm body. He'd be hard for any girl to resist. Mrs. Cooper had even heard some of her co-workers mentioning that they wouldn't mind breaking in that young stud. It was only natural, at the age of 18, that these two k**s would be attracted to each other, and she told them so. However, as Mrs. Cooper also pointed out to them, attraction was one thing, and copulating in. For example, the Beatles, not God, had created "kaleidoscope eyes"and "marmalade skies," just as, from his observations of, and thoughtsupon, life and human nature, William Shakespeare had created Hamlet,Prince of Denmark and hundreds of other fictitious characters. Each washis creation, not God's, just as each of his plays was his version ofreality, not God's.The thought that the frustration of God's will should be sexy, should bearousing, was also very disturbing, for, she knew, that.