A Special story, Just for Lena
Friday
After our night together, we talked over breakfast about how we seemed to be in touch with each other's need's. We found, to our mutual suprise, that we'd both been reluctant to participate in the meeting that brought us to- gether. Also we found that once near, we felt the presence of each other. That strange, indescribable feeling of familiarity, yet not. Deja vu?
The meeting on Friday went well, and we kept our heads firmly attached and cool throughout. I answered questions for the group, and was proud of the fact that I was able to calmly and professionally answer hers, without any awkward "signs" appearing. Knowing that we had the weekend together made it seem like years before the meeting finally parted. Always the Galahad, I walked her to her rental car, telling her how much I wanted to be in her arms again. We dared to tempt the fates, kissing long and deep, through the open window, while she sat in her car. She returned to her hotel room to pack and prepare to leave for an exciting weekend. I returned to my job, praying for a massive two hour power failue that would let me leave early.
We swing by my place, dropping off her rental car and luggage, and pack the motorcycle for a weekend to remember. We're off very shortly, giggling like two teenagers that have just put one over on the parents. The helmets have headsets and we chat over the taped music, making suggestive remarks to each other, laughing at double entendres, and thinking of new ideas for stories and adventures. Three hours of riding later, it is nearing dark, and we pull into a small Sierra town of Angel's Camp. Winding up several dark roads, we make our last turn into the carport of an A-frame cabin well away from the world...
