Donna Strays By Donna Z. Hi, this is Donna Z. This is a confessional story about a recent trip to Los Angeles on business. Things can happen. You don’t go looking for mischief; it just seems to find you at the most unusual times. Come on along and hear my tale of warning. As usual, this story is for the enjoyment of adult readers old enough to be on this site. If you are not the legal age to read this or do not like lesbians, please leave now. And of course, there is the copyright thing, the story belongs to me, please don’t steal it. Now that that is out of the way, let’s go enjoy the story. Story elements: F/F, oral, quickies, rom. ----------------------------------------------------------- You struggle at work for years on end. Day in day out, you put in your time, work hard and eventually you just might get promoted. When this happens, you find that it simply opens the door to more work, but you have to take it in stride. You also balance the needs of your children and husband as well as the household chores and the usual daily problems against this new set of challenges. That can be a bigger task than the responsibilities of your job. If your husband is a good fellow, and I have a pretty good man, then things go off fairly smoothly. My husband, who actually is someone I had known for a long time and went through high school with, and we got together just after college. He is a good guy; decent, hard working, honest, and warm. He is also the only male I have ever been intimate with and the only one I care to be close to. He is loyal to me, and I have been completely loyal to him. No man will ever take his place, and besides, I’m not much on men anyway. Oh, I don’t mind working with them, and being around them in a work related team setting, but aside from my husband, I don’t want to see any of them naked. I don’t think about men. In fact at work, I don’t think about much other than my job tasks anyway. Some of my female colleagues are real man sharks, but I’m not. You see, before my husband, I was exclusively lesbian in my lifestyle. My husband sort of wonders how I can “turn off” my sex drive. I give him the only answer I know, “it’s a woman thing.” I think it is how we process information in our brains. When we finish a task requiring focus, we don’t seem to drift around as much mentally; we just seem to focus on the next task. I have noticed that my husband will think almost tangentially when he finishes a task requiring his full attention. Then again, he says the same thing about me, you know; the “flighty” thing. An example is just recently, he had to fix the drain and a water pipe under the kitchen sink. When he finished, he came up from the sink cupboard, tested the water, looked for leaks, wiped his hands and then grabbed me by the butt. I didn’t mind that he did that, but I was astonished by the thought processes involved. How did a drain fitting and a leaky water connection lead him to grab my butt? It has to be a guy thing. Think about it. This is completely tangential to what he was doing, and he calls me “flighty!” My husband is aware of my lesbian past, and like many men I guess, he’s wildly turned on by this, if I can believe what he says about it. The odd thing is, I am not thinking about other women when I am around him, most of the time. He doesn’t understand that when I am making dinner or running the vacuum cleaner, I am not thinking about being in the sack with Shonda, or Joy, or Jen! It’s just the way it is. Not burning the supper, that’s what I’m thinking about when I’m at the stove. But he just doesn’t seem to get that. Oh, I will think about my old friends, and just about everyday I do. It just doesn’t happen all the time, like every 20 seconds or so. Anyway, I came home with the great news about my promotion and new job duties. My husband was very happy for me, and we celebrated by taking the kids and ourselves out to a popular place that has lots of games and things for kids to do and is still decent for the parents as well.. The years of work had paid off a little. The only quirk in the new job is some travel to conventions and business conferences in big cities. Travel would be for about 10 days a year, maybe 2 weeks tops, the boss had said so, very specifically, with most travel being related to quarterly conferences. Almost immediately, I drew a travel assignment to go to Los Angeles for a big convention and trade show. This is the big west coast event in our industry, a chance to market our products and get some contacts for new business opportunities. Going to this show is both an honor and sought after privilege, and I was floored that the boss wanted to send me as part of the team handling this event. I was as happy as I could be, though my husband was down at the mouth a little that I would be gone for about 5 to 7 days. Still, he was supportive and good about the whole issue. When the day came to leave, he and the kids saw me off at the airport. It was a nice good-bye, or at least as nice as such things are. The flight to Denver was good, and I was able to change planes without losing my luggage which I guess is a feat in itself. Security was tight and a pain really, but at last we got airborne and soon I was drifting off to sleep as we headed west. Arriving at Los Angeles let me have my first airborne view of the great city. The air looked murky, and the place sprawls. The landing was bumpy, but soon we were at the terminal and the crush began. From baggage, our group was met by the local office people in Los Angeles, and they guided us to a van that would take us to our hotel. It was clear to me by the hoop-la surrounding this event that there wasn’t going to be much time to kill, and that I’d be at our convention booth several hours a day, plus glad-handing and having business meetings and luncheons every single day. There was going to be a lot of work. Fortunately, I had my own room at the place we were staying and it was fairly nice. But more than anything else, it was quiet, very quiet. I got settled, freshened up a bit and hit the ground running before I had much chance to enjoy this place.. Conventions are a full time affair. There is a hell of a lot of work involved in setting up a big booth like we had, and the local office had done a spectacular job in getting this done. I would be on my feet and moving for the next 7 hours, not getting to bed until after 10 PM L.A. time. By then, I’d been up and at it almost 20 hours. I was sound asleep immediately. 8 AM came early and it seemed like I had just gone to sleep when the wake up call came. Racing around I got “prepared,” and was out the door in an hour ready to go at it for the rest of the day. Anyone who says conventions are fun is lying to you! I might be fun if you are visiting, but if you are part of the team running a booth, conventions are work, work, and more work, in that order. Holy cow, before I knew it, it was 4 PM in the afternoon and I hadn’t stopped to eat, and had hardly sat down even. I had at least 5 more hours and my feet were hurting already. The boss gave me a break though, and thanked me for a great day. I was back at the hotel by 7 PM, and gratefully, in the tub for a long soothing bath. After a very good, light meal, this little girl was ready for bed. However, I woke up around midnight and was wide awake. I didn’t know what to do so I got dressed casually and went downstairs to the bar and figured a drink would help me get back to sleep. While nursing a rum and coke, a woman sitting nearby struck up a conversation and we started talking. Like me, she was at the convention too. She wasn’t a competitor, but a supplier of equipment for companies like the one I work for, and we had quite a few of their products in use in our plant. This woman was easily my age, in good condition. She looked like she was about 37 or 38, a bit older than I am, but well maintained enough to pass as younger than that, at least at first glance. There was something about her I liked right away; I think it was her gift of gab coupled with a sunny disposition. She told me that tomorrow was going to be a very slow day at the convention and asked if we might get together after work, have some dinner and maybe go see some sights. I agreed, and we said good night to each other and I was back in bed by 1 AM. Like the previous day, 8 AM came suddenly, and again I raced around getting ready to do battle in the business world. Well, the woman I had met in the bar, Sandra, was right. The place was as dead as a doornail. Yesterday had been so busy you couldn’t stop running, but today was just the opposite. This was a “glad handing” day filled with little meetings and presentations, some were very good, and others were stultifying. Sandra found our booth, and I was surprised that some of our team knew her from sales calls. Well, after 4 slow hours we broke for lunch and Sandra showed me a nice little café not far from the convention that had a great salad bar. It was a business lunch really, but also friendly at the same time. Sandra was clearly one sharp businesswoman, and no doubt a hell of a good salesperson. We got back about 2 PM, and the place stayed slow for the rest of the day. We closed up before 8 PM and I was back at the hotel and bathed before 9 PM. True to her word, Sandra called up saying she was waiting in the lobby, and invited me to dinner. Casual dress was good. We went to a rather ordinary looking restaurant, without a lot of ambiance, but ohmigod was the food great, and did they feed you! You better bring an appetite because you were going to be fed! After dinner we went around town, just in the area a bit. The city at night is quite a sight. We went back to the hotel and went to have a couple of drinks. I went into the ladies room, and while doing my business, I noticed that in the stall to the right the person in there had 4 feet, and 2 different pairs of shoes on, and that the feet didn’t point in the same direction! “Hmmmm, what are these 2 up to?” I wondered. Quietly reaching into my purse, I got my compact out and used the mirror to get a glance at the pair next door. I am a good snoop like that; I saw two younger women; the one seated giving a two-handed finger job “quicky” to the standing woman. Instantly, I was excited. But I suppressed the urge to touch myself however I knew I’d have a date with my finger later. It had been a long time since I had seen anything like this. Old memories came back vividly. When I left they were still doing it, but not long after I walked out, I noticed the two fairly attractive younger women walking out together as if nothing had happened. They looked familiar, but I could not remember exactly where I had seen them, but I was sure it was somewhere at the convention earlier that day. Sandra and I had a couple of drinks and talked about husbands, kids and men in general. All pretty innocent stuff. But for me, I couldn’t get the two women in the ladies room off my mind, but kept this to myself. Sandra did not seem the type, you might say. By 11 we called it a night and I went up to bed and fell asleep while fingering myself. But around 1:30 AM I woke up like the previous night. Dressing very casual, I went downstairs for a snack or drink or something to help me relax and get back to sleep. The bar was quiet, and I fended off a guy, half in the bag and on the make. Once this guy was gone, I was alone for a moment and didn’t see a woman sitting nearby. I was startled when she spoke to me, and doubly startled to find the woman was one half of the pair in the ladies room that I had seen earlier specifically, the one who had been standing and getting the attention. I expected a confrontation over my snooping but there was none. She was looking for someone to talk to, nothing more. We talked for awhile, and finally decided we had better get some sleep. Her name was Mary, and she was with the convention but like Sandra, Mary was not with a competitor of mine. She was with a big accounting outfit that does a lot of major book auditing services for many of the companies at the convention. I was a bit curious when we got on the elevator and went to the same floor. When we got out, she went one way about two doors down and I went the other way catty corner across the hall from her. We laughed a little, as we didn’t know we were neighbors. She asked if I wanted to come in for one more, and I accepted. Mary seemed to be a very nice person. Right away I thought that she might put the make on me. One side of me was turned off, but the other side was curious. It became clear in an instant that this woman was lonely, homesick, and clearly not from Los Angeles. She was a Chicago woman, unmarried, and happy about it. If she was coming on to me, it was by the “flash flesh” method, which I find very amusing. She was getting ready for bed while talking with me. It is easy to find out if a “flasher” is really making a move, just watch the eyes. If she is watching what your eyes are looking at, she’s “flashing.” The easy way to stop the game is to look at something else, like a book. I had seen her in her altogether earlier, and though she has a nice body and a really good butt, flash games weren’t needed at this late hour. She was a bit in the bag, and I was tired and finally ready to sleep. Finishing up our drinks, we made plans for seeing each other at the convention. Again, 8 AM came suddenly, up and at ‘em, and out the door. Like the previous day, things were slow, but the work was more business specific. This was a “wheeler-dealer day,” as I like to call it, a day of pure business done in a convention backdrop. It was a good day too, lots of closed deals. The boss was ecstatic; 3 long term supply contracts that we didn’t have before the trade show convention, if I had been the boss, I would have been ecstatic too. Naturally, the boss wanted to see if we could land some more contracts so we kept at it. At 1 PM I met Sandra, and we went to lunch. She warned me that tomorrow was going to be busy and I had better get some sleep tonight, because the east coast companies would send their representatives Thursday so they could be there for the weekend, and that the show was so successful this year that it was being held over for 2 more days. She said she hadn’t seen anything like it in many years. The boss let me go at 5 PM, thanking me and telling me to “go see the sights; this is a hell of a town.” He was working out a rotating schedule where we wouldn’t all be at the booth, all the time, in the last hours of the day. Everybody seemed to like this arrangement, I know I did. Sandra was up to her neck in work, so I went looking for Mary over at her booth. But a rather charming, very handsome young man told me Mary had gone for the day and would be back in the morning. However from around a corner in the booth, came a well dressed young woman I recognized immediately. This was the other half of the pair in the ladies room I had spied playing quickie games. But in a moment, she was gone. Back at the hotel, I knocked on Mary’s door and there was no answer. So, I just went to my room and took a good bath, did the “laundry,” and organized my “wardrobe” a little better. Just for the heck of it, I called Mary’s room, and I was surprised when she answered the phone. She sounded as if she had been sleeping. We talked briefly, and Mary invited me over. I had a hunch that Mary would ask if I’d like to go out to supper, and was not disappointed when she did. Mary had access to a car, and better, knew her way around the town! Off we went to a place near Hollywood, and what a great meal! It was a tad expensive, but it sure was good. We poked around looking in store windows, just taking in the sites like two tourists. Before we knew it, it was sundown, Mary drove us up along Mulholland Boulevard, and the sight of the city from there is amazing. The air was not too murky, so you could really see across the valley, and what a sight it was in the gathering darkness. She moved close to me, and I returned the arm around the waist move very willingly. I would have let her kiss me, but she didn’t make a play for that. We just stood there, taking it all in for awhile. Then we drove into a somewhat dingy, older sort of area, I think it was in Hollywood, to a little bistro and I was floored by what it was! Mary told me this was something that was “not your everyday, garden variety type of entertainment.” This was the place that had once been featured on a late night cable TV series! This was a lesbian strip bar! Mary was putting a “do or die” move on me! “Do or die” moves tend to reflect a combination of infatuation and desperation at the same time. I was kind of flattered and yet, a little nervous too, it had been many years since anything like this had happened to me. But something snapped in me when this black dancer came on the stage. I couldn’t take my eyes off from her. Here I was in the front row with a pack of other women, most of whom I presumed to be bisexual at least, if not outright lesbian, and I was getting very turned on. The dancer was gorgeous, and oh my, could she dance! I gripped Mary’s hand as the woman moved so gracefully, cat like across the floor. The dancer had all of us in the palm of her hand. She plied the crowd with a real skill, and yes, I put a 10 in her G-string band like many of the others! This was a first for me, there is nothing like this back in the flatlands, and though I had seen it on late night TV, seeing this in real life is something else again. The black woman was a lead-in for and part of a multi-dancer act. This was getting hot, and oh my, was I turned on. I wasn’t even thinking about it, but the long suppressed lesbian feelings that I carry, and probably always will carry, were coming out of hiding. But in that situation, I didn’t care, I was having fun! Oh, I was ready. The dancers were fabulous, and frankly, they were so good that I didn’t want to drink. I just sat there probably looking like a nut, spellbound by this spectacle. When that act was over there was an intermission of sorts and Mary made her move, and I accepted. We went back to the hotel, straight up to Mary’s room, and once in there I surrendered. Oh my, did I ever surrender. Years of pent up feelings let loose inside of me. It had been so long. Mary was tuned in, and I was just as happy as I could be. Before I knew it we were naked, on the bed and going at it. The touch of a woman’s fingers, the feel of her skin, the textures and smells, the whole aura was overwhelming me. I was so ready for this, the way she kissed and licked me, my boobs, and then going slowly down. Oh, I loved the feel of her tongue rasping along my labes, the tongue thrusting into the honey hole. It took awhile, but when the orgasm came, I think I fainted a little. Mary took her time and deliberately stayed away from my clitoris until I was really shaking with excitement. When she finally focused on it, I was ready to explode. I hadn’t had an orgasm like that in years. It took awhile to recover, but it was my turn, and I was going to torture this woman with my tongue. Mary has a good body, nice boobs, great legs and a good butt, not quite like Shonda or Linda from my youth, but maybe like Val, strong, quite firm, and nicely rounded with a medium-short crack; the kind of butt that looks incredible in certain kinds of undies. I shied away from doing her butt, though I was very tempted to lick her there. Mary had made no moves to butt lick me, so maybe she didn’t like it. Then again, this was a first encounter between strangers in a situation driven by loneliness and lust, rather than love. I had forgotten how incredible it feels to run to lick another woman’s honeywell, the feel of her thighs against my face. I let my tongue hang loose as I dragged it up through her honeywell, working it along the labes, slowly focusing in on the clitoris. Mary’s orgasm left her shaking and clenching down on my fingers with her honey hole, and her thighs squeezing my head. The follow-up kisses were so hot and passionate that before I knew it I was turned on again. On a somber note, these sorts of quick encounters are kind of risky and this is how you can get herpes. I think about this now, but at that time, there was no thought of that. We kept at it for around two hours or so, and yet we were asleep by midnight. It felt so good just to have a naked woman next to me; it’s different than sleeping next to a naked man. Some people don’t understand that, but I do. The whole situation and feeling is so different. We fell asleep quickly. Mary’s wake up call was at 7, so I got to go and snooze for a bit in my room. I was still kind of tired from the fun we’d had. We made plans for that night, and kissed goodbye, each of us thanking the other for a wonderful time. However, it was hard to nap after getting up, so I cleaned up and took my time. It was going to be a busy day, so, my mind had to focus on work. The convention was hectic, and there was no time for much of anything. Sandra had been right again, this was busy. This was a contact day, and I made the most of the situation. There was some “wheeler-dealering” but largely this was more of a business social luncheon setting. No need for going out for lunch! The day was loaded with catered luncheons, and by 3 PM I was stuffed with more rubbery chicken, macaroni salad, shrimp, burgers, canapés, cheese samples, bologna sandwiches, and in general, more fat and cholesterol that 10 people would need in a lifetime! Supper? I didn’t need supper! What I needed was antacid. On my, what we will do to ourselves in the name of business. It was my turn to stay late, and the convention stayed very busy right until closing for the night. I was beat. My feet were hurting, I was still uncomfortably full, and would probably need laxative too. I wasn’t thinking about Mary, or much of anything other than a hot bath and bed, but Mary called and asked if she could come over, and I agreed; a little company might be nice. Earlier, I had put away all pictures of my family, anticipating that Mary might come over. No need to cause a possible situation regarding my personal life. Mary looked completely beat. She was exhausted. There would be no going out, but she wondered if we could just sleep together, as sleeping alone was not her favorite thing if a friendly person was nearby. It sounded good to me. Some of the best lesbian feelings come from just being next to someone. Not fooling around, but just being with someone. That feeling is not easily understood by some people. However, this night, cuddling together was a perfect end to a hectic day. We cuddled and were soon sound asleep, with Mary falling asleep almost as soon as she hit the pillow, and I wasn’t far behind. About 3 AM I woke up, went to the bathroom and stumbled back to bed feeling much better now. I thought about a little fooling around, but Mary was out cold, and I was soon back asleep as well. 7 AM came suddenly and Mary said good bye for the day with some hot affection! What a great kisser she is, her lover back in Chicago is a lucky woman! Friday was hectic but not frantic. It was a combination of “information please, glad-handing, and wheeler-dealering” all in one. Unlike Thursday, today seemed more orderly, and I was able to find Sandra for lunch at 1 PM and we talked about the craziness of the last 2 days. Sandra’s husband joined us. Nice man. Great lunch too. The afternoon was busy but not crazy. I had to stay late again, but as productive as the day was shaping up to be, I didn’t mind. However, the convention suddenly went dead about 7 PM, and by 8:00 the boss told us to pack it in and go get some rest, and that the convention would not be opening until 10:30, and that we didn’t need to be in until 11 AM, as the local office people would open the booth for us. As we closed up, the boss said we would be leaving Sunday morning at about 11AM, and that he’d let us come in Monday late, just as long as we were in by 10:30 or so, and he asked us not to take the day off as we would have to make final notes and a presentation to some board members, and made a point of telling me that I’d probably have to speak. I met Mary on the way out and was glad to see her. She looked a little frazzled, but was in good spirits. Her day had been more hectic than mine apparently. She wanted to go and look at the dancers again and frankly so did I. So her offer of a light “go dutch” supper with entertainment and maybe some late dancing and fun was not only tempting, but downright mouth watering. I was all but twitching with anticipation of a fun evening, while getting ready. If you had to categorize me within the lesbian community, I would be kind of “lipstick.” A sort of light, marginally femme, and a “country girl” sort of dyke who isn’t put off by wearing a dress and a little make-up pretty much describes me. With that in mind, I chose a rather casual skirt with a decent blouse and a good pair of shoes for dancing. I had wondered why I packed these short heeled “dancers” as I like to call them. Now I knew; because I was going dancing. Mary came over and I saw at once that the wardrobe choices were correct. She had on a great pair of toreadors, with fancy slip-ons that looked super for dancing, and a colorful shirt. She looked sharp, and pretty! Mary really has the body and the hips for toreadors like that, my hips are a bit too “hausfrau” for pants like those. I am not fat by any stretch, but my pelvic wings flair more than Mary’s do. Still, we just clicked as a dyke couple going out on the town. She complimented me! Mary liked the simplicity of the outfit, and yet the colors too. We had a heck of a good time. There was the strip bar, where I got a lap dance from a sultry white woman that left me quivering and a “butt in the face” scene from a really pretty black dancer that brought back intense memories of Shonda. The dancer moved away and gave me a sly look after I stuck my tongue out and almost licked her butt hole. The whole scene caused a lot of laughter with the nearby audience, and I was having a circus. After the strip club we went to a lesbian bar with dancing, and we just let it all go. No hiding, no pretense, just pure girl fun. We grabbed a light late supper and made our way back to the hotel. We were ready for something else now. It was wild, sexy, and fun. We just did it all, even bottoms this night. Literally, I would have done anything she wanted, anything at all. She felt the same way too, I think. We did it and did it some more. Mary was on fire. What expressive eyes she has. When we fell asleep about 1:30AM, I dreamed about doing Mary and also what we had done almost all night long. Mary liked to be licked with long swipes and my method of going from butt hole to clit and back down again left her quaking and shaking. Mary returned the favor and from what I could gather didn’t have a lot of butt play experience, but she was very good at licking! Everywhere between tail bone and clit got the royal treatment. When we awoke in the morning, it was different between us. We were much closer; this hadn’t been just another roll in the hay for either of us. We were falling in love, but it was a doomed sort of love and we both knew it, as she admitted to having a full time lover back in Chicago that she was totally committed to, and she figured I was married, just a hunch. In a way we were cheating and yet not really cheating, but were helping each other through long nights in a strange town. But when we parted, the affair would be over, at least for now. Saturday was so-so at the convention and by 3 PM things were starting to drag, so the boss let 2 of us go at 5 PM, and I was one of them. Sandra had the day off, so I went to lunch with Mary, and showed here the restaurant that Sandra had shown me. Mary had been eating a take out taco for lunch up until today, so the great salad bar was a treat for her. She said, “If I had to have one more convention taco, I was going to hurl! This place is nice. How did you find this place?” She didn’t know when she would be off, but she hoped it would be early, and so did I. As for plans, Mary suggested that we just stay in, order room service, and “just see what might happen.” This sounded really good, though I wanted to go up on Mulholland again, as the air was quite clean today. Mary agreed that that would be really nice. Mary got out at 6 PM, and called me. I was looking forward to the call. Every day I had called home and talked to my husband and children and looked forward to doing so. I used the cell for that, in spite of the roaming charges. The funny thing was that I didn’t feel any shame about what had happened between Mary and me when talking to my husband, but I did feel a little uneasy when talking to my children. Why was that? Was it a fear that someone would find out and cause family problems for me? Perhaps it was. But all of that went out the window when Mary came over later. We just lounged around the room until sunset. On the way to Mulholland, we acted like kids, girls out playing. It was beautiful the sky was clear even though you could not see the stars because of all the light. What a perfect ending to a good day. I let my hands slip into Mary’s pants and she giggled, and told me that I was going to get into real trouble if we didn’t stop. My reply was to gently pinch her butt. Oooh, I was going to get it! I sure hoped so! We went back to the hotel, each knowing that tonight, anything went. It would be the last night together and I think we both wanted it to be special. We ordered simple room service which was very good, and also quite expensive, I was surprised by the cost. We gradually lost our clothes, and soon were both naked and just lounging on the bed. Mary made the first move and I was putty in her hands. In so many words we did all the usual things and had more fun than I could remember doing them. There were no unseemly demands, no oddities. And though it was all so very queer, it was also for me, very reassuring, and relaxing. We went to sleep at about 1 AM I think. But the morning comes, and we tearfully said good bye. Her flight was earlier and she had to leave the hotel at 7AM. I didn’t have to be at the airport until 9. We hugged, we kissed, but still we said goodbye. As suddenly as this wonderful and lovely woman had come into my life, she was gone. We exchanged numbers but not addresses, at least not for now. But Mary made it a point to say that if I came to Chicago, to call her up. Frankly, I believed her. The trip home was, well, rather interesting. I kept falling asleep and having little dreams of Mary. Like feeling he tongue rasping up through my honey well slit, or the tickly feeling of her tongue on my butt hole, or the feelings of her fingers going into me. All I can say is thank god for deodorant panty liners, or the whole plane would have smelled like sex under a blanket! However, as I got closer to home, after changing planes in Denver, I started to really miss the children, and anxiously looked forward to seeing them. I missed my husband too. He was going to have to do something for me, tonight. Right up until landing, I kept thinking about Mary, and it just left me excited, there is no other way to put it. On the ground again, the press to the baggage claim, so similar to Los Angeles, yet so much smaller in scale, I was home And then reunited with my family, wow, was I glad to see them. The kids looked great and were typically kids complete with the “guess what this one did” from the oldest and the almost obligatory “Hey! Settle down all of you!” from my husband. I was home alright. Oh, there was the “How’d it go?” and questions about Los Angeles from my husband. My worry was how big the mess was at the house! And yet, there was no reason to worry at all. The lawn was mowed and the outdoor toys were put up. The kitchen sink was not full of dirty dishes, and the rugs had been more or less vacuumed. Even the garbage was out! They’d done a real nice job, right down to the dusting. All that waited for me was a mountain of laundry! “You’re home, kiddo!” But that is time cycled in the machine, and would eventually get done. But tonight, after the kids go to sleep, my husband is going to get some exercise, I hope he’s ready! The End Epilogue: Chicago is a site of 3 of the quarterly meetings with the board of directors each year. Reestablishing contact with Mary was easy, though I was very apprehensive, and not wanting to hurt her relationship. Yet she was glad to see me. Mary’s partner is a wonderful woman, warm and full of good humor. Mary is very lucky. We don’t do the sexual thing very often, but each year, there is a big convention and trade show in Los Angeles, and I am part of the team that handles this event. Mary always seems to be there too. We do make up for lost time. _________________________________________ Hi this is Donna Z. again; I hope you liked this one. Now, coming up we have a return to my “Hometown Stories” in 2 areas, One is a follow up from my fictional story about the sisters. I knew a pair of sisters who did have a thing going on. It wasn’t nearly as raunchy as my fictional account, but it was intense! I’ve gotten permission to write their story, so I’ll be on that for awhile. Also, we’ll return to “Chateau Lesbos” from my college years and continue with the “Hidden Lust” affair, this time with more emphasis on Joy and me and how we broke the cycle of “lust at first sight.” On a more somber note, be aware that there are forces in this land that wish to drag us back into some mythical past in the name of goodness and righteousness. You best beware of these people, and stand your ground, or we’ll lose our hard won rights to crackpots wielding crucifixes, and the goody two shoes busybodies who have nothing better to do than carp about those of us who balance a home, family and a husband along with a job, and in my case bisexuality too, better than these noisy, noisome “good thinkers” do. Last thing, remember, lesbian sex is pure fun and joy about being a woman among women! But please, don’t make it risky by doing reckless or nasty things. Yes, I know, “look whose talking after that story.” All I can say is to just be careful and considerate. Have fun and do it as often as you can, but be kind to one another, and the memories will always be good. So long for now and be safe. Love, Donna Z. .