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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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The mystery woman again. (When this memory came to me at first, I didn't know her name.) She has a gorgeous figure. We are outside under two large trees. She points something out to me, and I look up but I don't see anything. I am lying down on a blanket and leaning on a rock or something? She is messing around with the stuff in a basket on the other end of the blanket. After pointing out whatever I didn't see, she moves towards me, but she is wearing a long skirt and it hampers her movement. She loses balance from her knees and falls on top of me, which I don't mind. We are having a good time and our thoughts are upon each other and not on the war. I look up and the trees are full of green leaves and we seem to be in an area where there are lots of close rolling hills with lots of forest growth. Clouds are floating about in the sky and we could have rain from them later. We are quite alone in this lovely location even though we are on top of a small hill in a clearing. She looks up at me and blushes a bit and excuses herself. I ask if she is alright and help her up as I sit up. She has hurt her left hand on a rock that was underneath the blanket. I look at her hand, which is soft and delicate. I tell her I think she'll live and smile at her mischievously. She flashes a look at me because she knows I'm teasing her. We stare at each other. I want to kiss her. I put my left hand on her right side and my right hand on her left shoulder and somehow I get her to lay down on her back. She looks up at me, our eyes never parting. I kiss her and she puts her arms around me. I whisper something to her and she blushes, giggles, and then slaps me on the shoulder to scold me for making the comment/suggestion. She did the slap more out of lady like duty than from any feeling of offense. I believe that I had suggested to her that I should make love to her up on this hill out in the open country. |
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