"Miniature golf? Are you sure?" I asked her, just for clarification."Yes, you DO remember how to play don't you?" she said, playfully challenging me."...Yeah, I can still whoop your butt!" I said, grinning."You talk the talk... do you walk the walk?" she said, smiling broadly.So, with the gauntlet thrown down, we headed into town for a quick lunch and then a game of mini golf. I had tried to teach her to play the real thing before, but she was much better just using a putter. About halfway through. For a second I thought she might scream, but she held her breath instead. Red-faced, she fell completely limp in the chair. Jenna leaned up to kiss her and said something I couldn’t make out. Jill reached down and took Jen’s face in her hands and kissed her.The sun was coming up soon. Jen left first; Jill followed moments after. I fell asleep wondering if this entire week had been a dream.The next two days were even more difficult; we had a pretty tangled web of secrets going on and it wasn’t. He was known around school as having a tongue to die for. It was long—he could touch the tip of his nose with it—it was agile, and he knew what to do with it. He'd spent some quality time with her breasts, but a lot of the older boys did. They'd learned how much girls liked that sort of attention. But when Ken began teasing her slit, she'd closed her eyes and just enjoyed. He went down to her entrance, then back up to her bud, and back down again. Over and over. He fastened his lips around her. I said why not. We are waiting for him in the 22 in front of the hotel. We began to gather in the evening. I asked my husband what I wear. He replied that I was a smart girl who knows what to wear. I wore a little black dress. Under my dress was only the smallest black knickers. The feet wear sandals with high heels. I was ready.We walked out of the hotel , our new friend was waiting for us. We took a taxi. My husband sat in front, and I with our new friend from behind. Batten down my dress to.