Midsummer Fantasy

Tuesday, when the phone rang, it was my mother.

"Hi dear, we've decided to go right home from here. Do you think you can close up the cottage by yourself and drive back in your old VW?"

"Sure, mom,"I said. I usually closed up our summer cottage by the lake pretty much myself and my job didn't start until September anyhow.

"Good,"she said. "Your father and I really need to get back, and your sister needs some things for school. What did you do last week?"

I told her about working on the driveway a little bit and that I'd fixed the lamp in the bedroom. Then I told her that I'd gone up to the cottage with the green shutters, and met the daughter.

"Oh I know that family just a little,"she said. "They're really quite nice. I think they live not too far from our house at home. We really should get to know them better. I understand that their daughter is disabled, though. Is that the one you met?"

"Yes, Mom. her name is Alice. She's nice. Can't get around too well, but she's bright, and seems OK."

"I think that's so nice, spending time with the disabled. Well, have a good time, and we'll see you in a few weeks. Bye, dear."

And she hung up.

Spending time with the disabled. Wow, if she knew what a fantastic girl Aly is, and what a day we'd had together, she might be thinking a little differently. The image of this really cute girl with not a trace of arms or legs was still spinning in my head. Big smile, a beer can wedged between her breasts, laughing, as we sailed out to the island.

When I called later that week to confirm our trip up the mountain, the phone rang for a long time and then there was a long silence, just some scratching and clicking sounds, then Aly's voice: "H..hello?"

"Hi, Aly,"I said, "are we still on for the mountain hike, and maybe a horseback ride?"

"Oh, hi, "she said, "Sorry it took me so long to answer. When you rang I was half-way across the room but I tripped and toppled over, had to wriggle over to the phone and then pull the phone down onto the floor to get to it. Took forever. Glad you stayed with it. Ummm. Yes, sure. I need to get out of here. I'm getting cabin fever, and I can't seem to do anything I need to do anyhow. Tomorrow?"

"Sure. About eight, so we can get a good start?"

"Right. Will I need my electric chair? "

"Nope. I'll drive over to your place, and pick you up. Look for an ancient VW. "

In the morning, I put some exrtra food and things in the car and drove up to the cottage with the green shutters. The door was ajar, and as I looked in I could see Amy swivelling her way toward the door. She was wearing a loose sweater and cut-off jeans, and a picnic basket swayed in her teeth.

"Mummph!"she said.

"And a good morning to you, too!"I said taking the basket. "You fixed all this stuff?"

"I should take the credit,"she replied,"but truth is, that's from Mrs. Miller next door.

She brings me food every once in a while, and helps me do some things. She made up the basket when she heard we were going on a picnic today.

"I've got a folding wheelchair, there on the porch, if you think i'll need it. "

"I don't think we'll need it. The hiking trail is too rough for a chair and anyhow I was looking foreward to giving you a lift up the mountain."

Lifting Aly, I took her and the basket to the old VW. Settling her in the passenger seat, and putting the basket in the back seat, I got in, fired up the old car and we set out.

We headed away from the lake and started up the winding road to a lodge where we would leave the car.

Aly was quiet for a while, then said: "I'm sorry about last week."

"Sorry? What for?"

"Oh, the way I carried on. I didn't need to get all undressed, and display every last bit of me, and flop my boobs around and everything. I mean that was way overboard."

"Aly, You kept asking me if I was comfortable with you, and if you remember I said yes, didn't I?"

"I know. I mean really, I was ...oh I don't know. I was just trying to make some sort of bizarre impression on you, I guess. I didn't have to behave that way."

"You mean holding your own sandwich? I thought that was pretty super."

"I was trying to impress you. Sort of a test, too, to see how you'd react."

"How'd I do?"

"Aces. You were fine. Even the way we finished the afternoon. Thanks for the flowers, by the way. "

"You're welcome. I'm glad I passed the test. I've been looking foreward to today all week."

"Actually, I have too. I wanted to get this off my chest. You just have to understand that I'm not some weirdo wonderfreak. I'm a severely handicapped person who wants to live as complete a life as possible. There I've said it. The Big H. Handicapped. Been fighting that label all my life."

"So that's why you've been doing the independant living thing?"I asked.

"Boy, what a flop that's been. I can't do beans for myself. Poor Mrs. miller took pity on me the third day, and has been bringing all my meals. I mean I can't reach out more than three or four inches with mouth or my boobs, even standing on tiptoe, and can you imagine trying to cook, not being able to reach? I mean I spent half a day just trying to figure out how to hold a potholder. She does the dishes, too. That was another trick I pulled on you. I wasn't really doing dishes. I can't reach, can't hold anything slippery. Try to walk, fall down and squirm for a half an hour trying to get up. Takes me fifteen minutes just to go to the bathroom and if you want to see something bizarre you should see the contortions this little girl goes through to wipe her bottom. And the taste of toilet paper is not something I recommend, either. Sometimes I think I should just be content to be a useless bag of skin and let them lug me around in a wheelchair, like I'm still in a babycoach, or something."

I was having a hard time trying to think of anything to say.

"Aly, You can't expect to change from a completely helpless child into a fully capable adult in a week. No one in the world can do that. Even within your limitations, you've made tremendous strides. Just the fact that you're trying to develop techniques to cope with everyday living is something most people never even try to do. Most people don't even realize they have problems and just keep beating their heads into stone walls and bitching about it. I think you're great."

"Not a weirdo wonderfreak?"

"No way."

"So what the hell am I? I don't know. When I was a real little girl, I used to wonder if I was something from another planet. I used to listen to the kids playing out in the yard and try to mentally transport myself off my bed and down to the yard and play games with the other kids. Sometimes I would pretend that I could jump up out of my skin and run and run and run, clear up to the sun and back, just in time for supper. I developed a whole magic world. Then sometime back then I decided to learn how to do some things all by myself.

That's when it occurred to me that my little privates place was maybe something I could use, and nobody would know. I figured out how to squeeze tight, and hold things. Especially at night when the lights were out and nobody was watching. It felt good, too. That's when I decided to call that little place my toes, and see what I could do with them. I tried all kinds of things. Mom used to leave two cookies on a plate close to my my bed at night, where I could just reach them with my mouth. Well one night I scrootched around in bed and reached out and got my toes on one of the cookies. Then I curled up in a ball, held the cookie to my mouth, and victoriously ate it, one little bite at a time. Then the other one. Wow, what a great feeling. For the first time in my life I could actually reach out and take something from a plate and feed myself. After that, I liked to do everything with my new toes, but only when nobody was watching. My little secret. "

"Do you still depend on your, um..toes for a lot?"

"I don't know. Problem is, I'm rarely alone, and It's not the kind of technique that one generally displays in public. That's one of the things I wanted to work on this month, while I have the cottage to myself. "

"Any luck?"

"Oh, a little. Most of the time I try to stay upright, though, and I have to be on my side or back or something to be able to use them. There's another problem too."

The slope up the mountain had steepened, and the little car was starting to lose speed. Aly looked at the vibrating gearshift and up at me. I looked at the gearshift and back to Aly.

"You want to shift gears?"I asked.

"What? How?"she asked.

"That knob needs to be pushed foreward about four inches. Sort of like running your electric chair. "

"Well...OK, I ll try it...is that all there is to it?"

"I'll push in the clutch, and say 'GO', OK?

"OK, let me get out of these shorts, and I'll try. "

Aly wriggled in the seat, and extricated herself from the cut off jeans, and slid down in the seat, taking the vibrating knob into her grasp.

"Whoo, I like that!"she said flexing her 'toes' around the shift lever, "OK CB, any time!"

"GO!"I said, and she slid foreward in the seat, thrusting the VW into third gear.

"Cool!"she said, and asked, "Do I have to let go now?"

We both had a good laugh.

"Hang on as long as you like, I said, but we're almost to the parking lot."

The lot was nearly empty, and I parked the old car near one of the trail entrances.

I had been up these trails, and knew this one had a picnic area part way up where we could eat. I had rigged a backpack rig into a something she could ride in, looking foreward over my shoulder.

"OK, my dear, let's try this out,"I said, and lifted her into the rig. "Looks like were the only folks going up this trail, do you want that sweater on? It's supposed to get near eighty by noon."

"Oh let's be bold,"she said, "through caution to the winds. Besides I want to be able to touch things as we go. Off it comes, if you please."

I lifted the sweater from her shoulderless torso, and she shook her body as if it had been freed from a great burden.

"That feels much better. Put it down behind my waist. Good, that's perfect."

I shouldered the harness.

"Whee!"Amy shouted, as the rig swayed into place on my back. "Hiyo Silver, Awaaaay!"

A few minutes later, well up the trail, Amy whispered in my ear, "This is fantastic. It's like one of my childhood dreams, except better because it's real. Let me touch that flower, please."

And so the next half hour passed, with Amy touching flowers, leaves, pine needles with her cheek, lips, and breasts. As the picnic bench came into sight we agreed that this would be the place for lunch. besides, the basket was getting heavy in my hands.

I put the basket down, swung around and lowered Aly and her rig to the bench.

"Nicely done, oh good and noble steed,"said Aly, as I lifted her from the rig. "One small thing; does one suppose there's a ladies' room in this leafy haven?"

"Not as far as I know, nor men's room either,"I replied, maintaining the elegant tone

Aly had adopted for the occasion, "but I could make use of one myself."

"Damn."she muttered, and looked around the picnic area with an air of mild desperation "Well, nature definitely calls, and I don't think we should defile the picnic bench...lets take a hike."

She slid down off the bench, and started to swivel her way into the nearby glade.

Three swivels along, her shorts slipped down, and seeming not to notice, Amy kept moving into the thicket.

"Not to worry, one doesn't need pants to pee!"she said, as she moved foreward. I followed her, wondering just what she had in mind. And how. My curiosity was soon satisfied, as she worked her way up a log that had fallen. Her breasts flailing to keep her balance, she wiggled her limbless torso up to the end of the log.

"I thought you said you had to go, too?"

"Oh, yes. of course,"and I turned to a nearby tree for relief.

I could see that she had balanced herself at the end of the log, and was sitting back on her rump, answering nature's call, off the end of the log.

"I was wondering how I was going to do that!"she said with a huge grin on her face, "I guess you never know what you can do until you have to! OK, let's eat!"

I started to lift her from the log, but she decided to 'walk' back through the grass.

"You sounded pretty unhappy about things this morning,"I said, "but you seem to be feeeling a little better!"

"A bunch better,"Aly said, as I lifted her on to the bench. She leaned foreward on the edge of the table. "Let's see what Mrs. Miller put in the basket. Ooh, this bench is rough. I don't need splinters in my toes,"and wiggled herself foreward so that part was off the front of the bench.

"Do you want your shorts?"I asked.

"Not right now,"she said, "let's eat."

I spread some of the baloney, cheese, sliced bread, fruit that was in the basket onto a napkin.

"Shall I make sandwiches?"

"No, really, I can do better just the way it is, just put some a little closer, OK?"

I did as she asked, and watched as she leaned down and delicately picked up first one piece then another with her lips and tongue, and ate.

"Aren't you hungry?"she asked.

"Yes, of course."

I made a sandwich and started to eat.

"This is usually the way I eat,"she said. "That business of holding a sandwich with my boobs was pretty much just showing off. I can do it, but this is much easier, and I don't drop things, either."

"How about a beer?"I asked, pulling two from the basket.

"Oh, Mrs. Miller, you are a winner!"she said, "Sure. See, now that is something I use boobs for. I don't need chipped teeth. "

I handed her a beer, which she took between her breasts, set it on the edge of the table. Then she moved one breast under the can, and balanced it against the other. A deep sip and she returned the can to the edge of the table.

"I do use these pitiful excuses for arms for a lot of things, though. Like holding things so that I can do something else with my mouth. Like eat an apple, f'r instance."

We ate our food and drank our beer in silence, listening to the sounds of the mountainside around us.

"Do you think the world in general would ever accept a person who does things the way I do?"she asked quietly. "Or is all this just a huge waste of time and energy?"

"The world in general? No, I doubt it,"I said, "The world in general can't accept itsself, in its infinite variety. But ask that wood thush over there, and she couldn't care less what color nail polish you use. Nor, and I think more important, do I. No, I don't think this is a huge waste of time and energy. I really cheer for every tiny advance you make in your own independence. Don't be anything less than the most you can be. Damn. I'm sounding like a commercial."

Ali looked up at me. there was moisture in her eyes. Then she looked down at her breasts.

"What do you think I should do? Shall I keep trying to use these semi-useless puppies somehow, or shall I just give up and strap them up in little cloth bags?"

"You've answered that question yourself. They're not arms, or hands, and they never will be, but you are learning ways to use them. Without arms, you need the function that they can provide."

Aly looked at me for a long time. Then she said: "Lean down a little."

I leaned foreward, and she arched her back and reaching out with her right breast traced the lines of my face with her nipple. Ever so lightly I could feel her touch across my nose, down, across my lips and chin. Then she kissed me.

"Let's get going,"she said . "Didn't you say something about horses?"

Another half-hour's hike up the mountain we came to a stables. A young woman in checked shirt and jeans was putting a blanket and saddle on a chestnut gelding. She called out to us.

"Hi folks. I got your reservation, and I figured it would work best with just one horse, OK?"

I had called in the reservation explaining only that I would be accompanying a handicapped rider.

"Hi, Aly,"she continued. "I figured it was you when I dropped by your place yesterday. How ya doin'?"

"Fine, Betsy. "

"You know each other?"I asked.

"Oh yeah,"Betsy answered. "I help out around Aly's place when business is slow. Nice folks you got, Aly. How's that remote door workin'?"

"Works great."

"You've been up here before, haven't you?"she asked me.

"Yes, "I said, "Twice."

"I thought I recognized you. Good. You know the trail, then. OK folks, here's what I figure. Aly, you just sort of sit in his lap, OK? I've set the stirrups up high like a jockey so his legs can make a seat for you. Let him handle the reins. I know you've been usin' those big jugs of yours like arms, but this horse has a little hard mouth, so let him steer, OK? and just keep her centered up, and you both can have a nice ride."

Somewhat bewildered, I climbed onto the gelding and took Aly from Betsy's strong hands. Aly settled herself down in my lap and looked around.

"OK kids,"said Betsy, "now I'm going to ask you to wear this seatbelt. Just buckle this around both of you, ok? Then Aly won't keep toppling over, and y'all can enjoy the ride."

The belt was a wide piece of tooled leather with sheared sheepskin on the inside.

"It's actually a back girth, but it should work. How's that feel?"

What I was really feeling was Aly's body held close to mine. I could feel every little movement in her back as she adjusted her self in the belt. Her hair smelled wonderful.

"I'm ready if you are!"Aly said.

We set out at a gentle pace, up the mountainside on a narrow trail.

"So this is what it's like,"Aly said. "Wow."

Our bodies were moving together in rhythm with the horse's gait and the warm sun sparkled through the leaves overhead.

"Hold the reins up so I can see what they feel like,"Amy said. I fed out a little slack and raised the reins up to her chest.

"Just a little higher, OK?"

I did as asked and could feel Aly lower her breasts onto my hands and the leather reins. Her erect nipples moved here and there, as if examining the tension and size of the reins.

"That's another disappointment,"she said looking back over her shoulder.

"I beg your pardon?"

"My nips. Remember how I used to think that when I grew up they would be my finger on each arm?"

"Sure."

"Well, they're really pretty useless. I mean if I concentrate or rub them on something, I can stick 'em out and make 'em sort of hard, but then they just sit there. I gotta flop my whole boob around to touch something. They're really not as sensitive as I expected, either. I suppose that's so a baby chewing on them won't hurt too much."

She rode along in silence for a moment.

"Still. I guess they're better than nothing. I guess I'm just lucky to get what I got. Some girls just get nothing at all. Little flat buttons."

We entered a little clearing and the horse broke into a trot.

"Whee!"said Aly. "Woweee!"Her breasts were dancing wildly as her body bounced in the saddle in front of me. "I love it."We bounced acreoss the clearing and settled down to a walk through the trees on our way up the mountain. "Now I see why all the girls talk about horses,"Aly said, "that was a very sexy experience, top to bottom. Woowee."

Suddenly Aly sneezed. Not once but several times.

"Oh crap,"she said, and sniffed hard, shaking her head. "Just what I need, a runny nose. I'm sorry, but that's one of a zillion things I need help with. At home I'd get a handkerchief in my toes and roll up in a ball and deal with it,"she said and sniffed some more, "but under the circumstances, do you have something?"

I produced a handkerchief from my jeans and held it for her as she blew her nose.

"Probably something in the pollen from that field we went through. Gesundheit!"

"Probably,"she said and sniffed some more.

"Thank you,"she said.

We had reached the top of the mountain where a clearing gave us a wonderful view.

We could see the lake at the foot of the mountan, and the little cottages along the edge and more mountains in the distance. Clouds were beginning to form along the ridge.

"Let's get down for a minute and stretch,"I suggested. My legs were a little cramped from the unusual position and circulation needed to be encouraged in my thighs where Aly had been riding.

"Good,"Aly said. "I want to run barefoot through this long grass."

I undid the belt and positioned Aly along the horse's whithers, her cheek in his mane.

"Hold on tight!"

"Oh, yeah, right!"

With one hand on her back, I dismounted, then lifted her down. I helped her get her balance in the tall grass. She swivelled in place, and worked her way into the tall grass. Slowly she moved through the grass, letting the strands thread between what she called her toes.

"Yes."she said. "yes."

I looked in the saddlebag and found a canteen and some beef jerky sticks. We talked about the view, drank from the canteen, and ate the beef sticks. I picked up Aly and moved her into a shady spot where she leaned back against a tree stump.

"What's it like?"she asked after a while. "What's it like to have real arms and legs? And fingers and feet and real toes?"

I couldn't answer. I can usually come up with something, but all I could think of was that it was just like having a nose or ears or anything else. You really don't think about it. They're just there. I mean you don't consciously think about moving your hand and fingers. It's sort of automatic.

"I guess it's just like an extension of yourself you don't think about very much. Unless they hurt or something It's nice to be able to reach and hold, or walk and run, and stand up or sit, I guess. I don't know."

"It would be nice."she said, and sat quietly staring at the clouds that were starting to roll in. "Oh well, that aint a-gonna happen, so let's not get all fussed over it."

Aly rocked foreward several times and finally was able to get up from the tree stump and balance on her tapered pelvis. "Life aint all that easy, cowboy. Guess we'd better head back down the trail. Looks like a storm a-brewin'."

We remounted our rent-a-horse, and headed back down the trail.

"This really is wonderful."Aly said. "Thanks a lot for asking me. Y'know when I was about seven years old, I was feeling pretty low one day and made a list of all the things I couldn't ever do, that every one else could do. Guess what? We're erasing one thing right from the top of that list! Good goin'!"

"Have you erased any others?"

"A few. Like going trick an treating. My little brother dressed me up as R2D2 on wheels one year and we went around the neighborhood. That was fun. And one time when I was thirteen, and this is really kind of silly, he got some nail polish and painted fingernails on my little boobs. He knew how much I wanted them to be my arms and hands and just was going along with it. That was silly. but it did erase 'wearing nailpolish' from my list. He really has been my superman, though, most of the time. A lot of time he's a brat but that's what little brothers are, right?"

"I guess. I've got a little sister who's been a pest sometimes, but mostly she's pretty cool. What else is on your list? Maybe we can erase another one."

"I don't know. Maybe. It's a pretty terrifying list, really. especially for a kid who couldn't figure out why she couldn't do everything everyone else did.

Like sitting at the table eating with a knife and fork.

Or going to school on the schoolbus with the kids next door,

Or wear a wristwatch,

Or dance,

Or play the piano,

Or scratch my nose,

Or button my blouse,

Or touch my own body alost anywhere.

Or be a cheerleader,

Or ride a bike,

Or swim,

Or run,

Or wear cowboy boots,

Or walk up an down stairs,

Or Ice skate,

or build a snowman,

or ski

,or play soccer, tennis,

or do anything at all except lie on my bed and make up fantasies.

I mean just imagine a kid with all the energy in the world and refused entrance to just normal every day life."

I hugged Aly tightly as we rode down the mountain.

"So little victories have meant a lot. Like the first time I went to the bathroom all by myself. The first step to self reliance and independence. Six years old, right? I slid down off my bed in the middle of the night and rolled down the hall to the bathroom."

"You didn't walk the way you do?"

"Nope. Couldn't, yet. My hips have broadened in the last few years, but then I had even less bottom than I do now and I couldn't balance at all. Pre-boobs, too. Turns out they really help when I walk. Sort of like you swinging your arms, I guess. Anyhow, I rolled to the john, wriggled up on to the seat, which, thank heavens, was open, and half lying across it managed to go into the toilet. My head was next to the toilet paper, so I bit off a wad, and curling up, finished the job. I remember trying to reach the handle for what seemed an eternity, but managed to flush it. I flopped back onto the floor, rolled back to my bed and chewed my way back up onto the bed. Gosh what an adventure. See, that's what I mean. Anybody else would just get up and go, right? But for me, that was a real victory."

The storm clouds were getting heavy, and we pushed on to the stable.

"Hi, guys,"said Betsy as we drew up to the barn."How'd it go?"

"Fantastic,"said Aly. "Honest, I never thought it could happen, but it did, and I couldn't be happier!"and she did her version of clapping her hands.

"Some day you gotta show me how to do that,"said Betsy looking at Amy's chest. "It'd drive my old man wild."

"Like anything else,"said Aly, waving her breasts around, "Takes practice, practice, practice!"

Betsy helped us dismount, and started to put the tack away.

"I'll get settled with you next week,"she said, "You folks better skeedaddle because this looks like a real frog strangler. Hurry now!"

I hurried Amy into her rig and onto my shoulders, and started down the trail. The rain was starting to come down now.

"Hey, I'm getting soaked...are we going to make it?"Aly asked.

"Probably not,"I said. "I know a place off to the right down a way where we can get out of the rain though. It's an old cabin that belongs to some friends of my folks. I know where the key is. "

Heavy thunder, now, and the rain really started to pour. Ten minutes later, completely soaked, we climbed the log steps to the cabin.

"We made it!"Aly squeeked. "Good job, hey!"

I lowered Aly's riding rig onto the rough porch and helped her out. Her whole body glistened with the rain and her hair clung to her head and face. I pushed a few soaked locks out of her eyes.

"You OK?"I asked.

"All in all, this has not been a boring date,"she smiled. "I'm getting chilly, though. Do you think they have a fireplace or anything?"

"Yup. I'll get the keys, OK?"

"I'm not going anywhere. This porch is a little too rough on my bottom to do much walking."

I got the keys from behind the shutter and opened the door. It was dark, but there was still enough light from the sky to find the oil lamp and the cannister of matches. I lit the wick and lowered the chimney.

"OK, Aly, I think this will do for now. Do you want a lift?"

"Please."

I lifted Aly's wet torso and started through the door.

"I'm really being carried over the threshhold,"she said. "Whatever else happens, thats another first!"

I adjusted my hold on her slippery little body and looked for a place to put her down.

"Do you realize where you have your right hand?"she asked.

"Well, yes it's under you,"I started to say, then realized that I had her most talented private part in the cup of my hand. "Whoops, Sorry about that!"

"Don't apologize, for heavens' sake, its fine. Just wanted you to know,"and she gave my fingers a soft little squeeze.

"That's a close as I can get to a handshake."she giggled.

"And a very nice warm one, too,"I said with a chuckle.

I put Aly on a daybed next to the fireplace, wrapped a blanket around her and busied myself making a fire. Aly was looking at the deer antlers and other decorations on the walls of the cabin.

"What a place. I've read about places like this, but I didn't think there were any around here."

"This place has been her since before they built our places at the lake. Used to be hunting country then. The Robertsons have had it in their family for a long time. Let's see, I think they keep a bottle or two somewhere here."

"That would be nice, too. Oh if you get a chance, could you see if there's any thing you can find to dry my hair? I'm pretty miserable if I catch cold, runny nose, and so forth."

I rummaged around and finally found a towel next to a wash basin. I dried Aly's hair and returned to the task of finding a warming libation.

"That was sort of on my list. I can't dry my own hair. Or braid it, or put a ribbon in it."

"I've found some very nice wine. Interested?"

"By all means. Glasses too?"

"Yep."I poured out two glasses of burgundy, set the bottle back, and started over to Aly. She had slid down on the day bed, so that she was resting on the small of her back, and had lifted her pelvis out of the blanket, up toward me.

"Stop staring, Galahad", she giggled, "Just hand me the wine glass."

I started to reach closer to her.

"Good, good. Let me try to hold the stem, OK?"

She pushed her pelvis foreward and shakily got her little folds of pink around the stem of the wine glass. I could see muscles in her lower abdomen working overtime. With obvious effort, she managed to get some kind of a hold on the wine glass and slowly took it from my grasp. Then lifting it up offered a toast.

"Here's to the most fun I've had in my life. Here's to doing things I'd never thought I could do, and here's to you, dear friend. Here's to you."Then with extraordinary concentration she bent foreward and lifted the wine glass to her lips.

With the fire burning brightly, we drank the wine, ignored the storm around the cabin, and settled into a most memorable night of lovemaking. The shortcomings that nature had settled onto her body were no handicap in those magic hours. Her special body and unique abilities made the passion of the night incredibly intense. So we finally slept.

What tomorrow would bring would be another story. Another story.

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