"If you will throw fruit at me, you have to expect consequences."And with the litheness of a life long dancer, Rozen gracefully moved overHansen and s...at down with legs either side of him, then proceeded to givehim a long, lingering kiss, teasing and tender.Taking this as my cue to leave them in peace, I retreated to my ownpersonal space below deck. Given the relative lack of privacy I was usedto back in the city, aboard the yacht I had found a space that had nosurveillance, no prying eyes, and. I stood at what appeared to be the edge of a cliff looking out over a valley and some distance off was an image, an image that seemed vaguely familiar, I just couldn't put my fingers on it. We seemed to move towards each other until we stood face to face. There she stood; we were face to face and for what seemed a long time we just stared at each other.Finally, breaking the silence she said in such a soft but welcoming tone, "Hi stranger, it's been a long time." I was too weak in the knee's to. “Fine by me. I really don’t want to be around Mom these days. I think she’s about to start locking me away and having exorcisms performed on me, so that I don’t want to be around boys. It’s wacky! Anyway, what about your date?”“It was very nice,” replied Lauren. “We went down to the picture show, then afterwards, we held hands and walked over to the malt shop and shared a chocolate malt. Two straws, though; I didn’t want him to get fresh!” Lauren was not about to tell what really happened!“Not. Sex was no problem. There were so many airheads and college girls from western Kansas, and all of Nebraska, that it was like picking bananas from a tree. I was pretty jaded by now and was getting a little more selective. That and the health stuff scared the shit out of me.I was sorta seeing a girl regularly. Christie Sands played guitar in a trendy basement bar that had opened up about six months ago. We weren't exactly an item; it was more that we had an unspoken agreement. Neither of us.