”“This is Oakland Terminal. We have a container here for you that’s been cleared by customs.”“Good. I have arranged with Richmond Trucking t...o make the pickup. I’ll call them and let them know it’s ready.”I knew what that was about. I’d bought a bunch of castoff scooters from Spain and Italy for my school project. They could remain secure in the container in my yard and pulled out as they were needed. We could only work on two or three at a time, and the container should have the remains of at. She was a lovely person, as was Mary. Mary was an extrovert, whereas Sue was not.They visited each other's home fairly regularly for cards, barbecues and such and went to movies and shows together occasionally, and there had never been a harsh word between them in the 3 years of their friendship.Several times they had tested the water with strip poker, and had even had weekends away at a clothing optional resort where they frolicked on the beach nude, and the 4 had had a couple of naked romps. ”“So what do you do next?” Gwen asked.“I go see Donny Flynn. Face to face. He needs to face the music.”“Don’t do anything that will get you in trouble.”“It’s only trouble if you get caught, Gwen.”“Are you going to eat that quesadilla?”“Are you going to eat that salad?” I answered and looked into Gwen’s eyes.I was just empty.“Look at us. It’s a good thing that we aren’t trying to take over the world. We’d never even get to square one.”She smiled and for the first time in our association, she. .. Have- have you everkissed a girl before?" No," Lydia confesses, before a twinkle comes to her eyes. "I'vealways, you know, wanted to, though..." I lick my lips as I gaze intoLydia's brown eyes, both of us seemingly having the same idea at thesame time...Mere milliseconds after entering the kitchen and ensuring that it'sempty, Lydia's mouth meets mine, and moments later, our tongues areslowly exploring each other's mouths while Lydia rubs a hand up anddown my thigh, sending tingles through my.