You need not to hide any more, my Elizabeth,” whispered Fantine.“Okay,” said Liz as she tried not to cry. “Teach me not to hide and I’ll mak... you glad you found me.”“I am already glad.” Fantine kissed her on her forehead, smiled at her and then merrily went about her chore.Packed and dressed in blue jeans and a pullover, Fantine and Liz checked her out of the hotel and stowed her luggage, then it was off to a nice bistro Liz knew of for lunch. Their conversation turned light and frivolous as. The closest road to where they wanted to go crossed two rivers before ending at the town called Nahanni Butte. Unfortunately, their luxury car, while fantastic for cruising the interstate highway system in the U.S. was worthless for navigating the back roads of western Canada. So, they were stopping here in Fort Laird, hoping to find a pilot willing to fly them to Nahanni Butte. Of course, from that town it was still another one hundred and fifty miles to the coordinates Veronyka possessed.One. She was still the head lesbian at the high school. She had been taking on being the go-to person for the gay and lesbian kids at school. I read through and replied to the rest. They went quickly. Each was from someone that was having a hard time dealing with life in general. My computer had already put lists of suggestions of things that were likely to help if I wanted to suggest it to the person who sent me the email. None were to the point that I need to ask someone to check on them. Each one. She stroked her hair away from her face and looked at me with “that” smile, and I know I am lost in her. I gaze down at my prize, her full breasts, her body as it narrows at the waist and then flares out again at her hips, wider even than her rib cage. Full, flaring hips, round and succulent from behind, her ass like the lobes of a ripe peach, all the visual signals that shout “FERTILITY!” and “FEMALE!” to me. A member of the “nubility” as it were. Between her legs, the ultimate prize..