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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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A rustic cabin or barn like structure comes to mind. There is some wooden furniture, but the floor is dirty with leaves or maybe it's a dirt floor. I am wearing civilian clothes... I can see the outside of the cabin. A bike is leaning up against the side of the cabin. There is grass and flowers growing up against the walls. The cabin is in the middle or near an open field. I see this in the midday so I can not tell direction, but I see a grove of tall trees about 300 yards away and hills in the distance maybe twelve miles. If I turn to my right, I can see another grove of trees and there is a dirt road that comes close to the front of the cabin and goes off to my left. There is a larger building in that direction. I believe it could be a barn. It is so warm and sunny out, and the day is lovely and green. I'm getting the impression that Margret and I made plans to meet at this place, but I don't see her anywhere. I rode the bike from somewhere down the road in the direction of the barn and trees? I look around and I don't see her. I lean my bike up against the structure and walk all the way around the cabin to see if she or her bike is around. I'm perplexed and walk back to the front area by the road and look in both directions and see no one about. With my hands on my hips I stand for a moment concerned and a little miffed. Where could she be? I then get the impression that I hear something and then notice pebbles skipping across the ground. I turn and look at the cabin, and it suddenly dawns on me that I should look in the cabin after another pebble goes skipping by. I open the door to the cabin and I find Margret and her bike both inside. Margret is giggling almost hysterically at me. She was tossing pebbles out the cracks of the cabin to get my attention. Margret teases me a bit and I chase her around and catch her. She is still giggling and mocking me. I joke with her that I'll put her over my knee for tossing pebbles at me and she says that I wouldn't dare. I did dare. She indignantly complains and I relent to her wishes that I stop. She calls me a beast. I smile at her as she lay on the ground with leaves in her hair. I lay down on top of her and kiss her. She wraps her arms around me and we kiss passionately. The cabin is not very brightly lit since the only sunlight that comes in is through the cracks in the walls. Despite the cracks, we do have a lot of privacy. We were planning on taking a bike ride through the country, but our plans will be delayed. Something more important has come up and love making fills our afternoon. I don't think any woman ever had this effect upon. |
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