She quickly changed into a black, long-sleeve silk blouse, her black hose, black breeches and soft-soled, black leather boots. She opened her closet a...nd withdrew her black, hooded cloak. Flinging it around her shoulders, she fastened the cloak at her throat with her mother's Egyptian scarab broach and lifted the hood to cover her mass of chocolate-brown curls. Going to the small night table next to her bed, she opened the drawer and withdrew three candles and several wooden matches, placing. .."One flew out the door."Moccasins too ... and your girding skin!" A dry pair and a clean girding ... it was a woman's girding. The mocs fit. They were even lightly embroidered. The stitching was better than she could do ... such tiny holes."I'm coming out."She shrugged the dry fir over her head and settled it past her hips.She was standing there with the girding in her hand..."It's never been worn ... you're not wearing others cast offs..." He grinned, "And it's no trophy." Oh."He arranged. "What is your favorite part of the weekend so far, Babygirl?" I asked."Everything, I mean, it has been amazing. I have had sex a few times, well really only three times before this weekend and only with guys my age, but this is completely different. Is it always this much different with another woman?" she asked. "It is different with women for me, because I love the fact that there is almost never a conquest aspect to it. Most men, even with very good intentions, seem to take each new lover as. I can't start thinking rationally now, he thought, picked up his keys andwallet, and headed into the garage. He checked out the windows to see ifhis neighbors were out in the yard. Of course they weren't. This iswinter in Maine, you fool, and no one comes out until April! He startedthe car and punched the garage door opener, and backed out into theworld.For a couple hours, he drove around, staying close to home mostly, incase he needed to make a mad dash to safety. Once, he even stepped.