From Anndouglas@aol.com Fri Aug 22 09:54:01 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: AnnD: One Moment In Time - F/F
From: Anndouglas@aol.com
Date: 22 Aug 1997 13:54:01 GMT
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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction.   One  thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in  your comments.  It gives me a better idea who
my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy the story.

	   -One Moment In Time-
                  by  Ann Douglas

 	"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Captain
speaking..."  Said the strong male voice over the
cabin intercom. "We're about to start our approach
into Los Angeles International and should have you
on the ground in about twenty minutes."
	"On the ground in 20 minutes,"  Kelly
thought as she stared out the tiny window at the
countryside rushing by below, ignoring the Captain's
comments on the weather and such. "And then a
three hour layover until I catch the 6:30 to San
Diego."
	The 39 year old redhead sighed as she
thought of the long wait in an airport lounge with
absolutely nothing better to do but watch people
come and go. Of course she could go over her
presentation one more time, but she really figured
that an even dozen times in the last two days had
been enough. 
	"Forget about inflight movies,"  She said to
herself as her seatbelt closed with a snap. "They
should have a theater or two in the airport so that
people could kill a few hours."
	Originally, the layover in Los Angeless was
going to be the best part of her trip. Her Internet
lover, Michelle, lived up near Oakland.  When she
had first learned she was going out to the West
Coast to personally present the new marketing
campaign she had helped develop, Kelly had seized
at the opportunity to fullfill a person desire on her
stop over here. San Francisco or Oakland would've
been better, but the tickets had been bought for L.A.
before she had even been given the assignment. 
	According to her original plan, Kelly was
going to have a full day here and Michelle was going
to make the drive down from Oakland. The two
woman had never actually met, but had been
exchanging emails and gifs for a few months now. 
	Kelly was an up and coming advertising 
executive for a New York firm. On the fast track for
a Vice President's slot, this trip was going to be a
feather in her cap. 5'3" with short dark red hair, the
first thing most men took in upon meeting her was
her 38 inch bust.  It usually put them off guard and
Kelly was just aggressive enough to take advantage
of their distraction. By the time they learned there
was a lot more to her than just a big set of boobs,
she had usually passed them on the ladder to the
VP's chair.
	Michelle on the other hand was 32 and a
career military woman. A Lieutenant Commander in
the U.S. Navy, she was as aggressive in her own
field as Kelly was in hers. She had bucked the boy's
club mentality and flew multi-million dollar jets for a
living. Currently she was stationed at the Alameda
Naval Air Station up near Oakland.
	Both women were married, both were
mothers with small children. And both had
discovered in the last few years, an interested in
other women.
	They had met one night on the Internet when
Kelly responded to a note Michelle had posted on a
bi newsgroup. The fact that they lived on opposite
sides of the country just gave them the freedom to
be totally honest with each other in their almost daily
correspondence. The friendship had developed
quickly.
	Within an hour of learning that she was
going to make the presentation herself instead of Bill
Sullivan, her immediate superior, Kelly had fired off
an email to Michelle. They quickly worked out a
plan were as Michelle would take a 48 hour leave
and meet her in Los Angeles. Then they would have
a full night and day together.
	Then a lousy twist of fate intervened in the
form of one Janice Zimmerman. Janice was the
pencil pushing travel budget coordinator at Kelly's
firm. Known as "old nickels and dimes", she took
great delight in trying to find new ways to save even
a few dollars, no matter what the inconvenience to
the traveler. 
	The pleasure she got from her discoveries,
and the chaos they caused the unfortunate traveler
seemed to be almost sexual in nature at times.  At
least that had always been Kelly's impression. It was
probably the nosy old bitty's only such enjoyment.
	So it was that Janice took great delight in
changing Kelly's travel plans so that she had to fly to
San Diego tonight instead of tomorrow.  In doing
so, the company would save fifty dollars on air fare
and a whole nights hotel accommodations. Their
clients had no problem moving up the meeting a day
and Janice had further booked Kelly on a flight
home tomorrow that would mean she would have to
go  right from the presentation to the airport. This
would save another night of hotel expenses.  The
fact that Kelly would be totally exhausted by the end
of this two day marathon didn't really factor into the
equation.
	Kelly could still see the excited gleam in
Janice's eyes as she devastated her plans.  It was
almost taken as an article of faith in the office that
Kelly had a hand in the scandal that resulted in the
sudden firing of Bill Sullivan a few days before. In
truth, she had nothing to do with the anonymous
phone call that had led the night security guard to
Bill's office late Friday.  Of course, she wasn't sorry
that he had been caught screwing one of the college
interns on the couch.  No, she hadn't made the call,
but had she known about the tryst, she wouldn't
have hesitated to have made it. 
	As she felt the wheels bounce on the hard
concrete of the runway, Kelly against cursed the fact
that her chance to finally meet Michelle was slipping
out of her fingers. The Navy Officer had told her
that even if she broke every speed limit on the way
down here, she wouldn't arrive until just before
Kelly had to leave. As much as she wanted to finally
meet her in person, the Ad Exec wasn't selfish
enough to ask her to drive all the way down here
just to wave good-bye.
	As people all around Kelly took to the aisles
and began to gather up their belongings, she just
continued to stare out the window.  It wasn't like
she  had to hurry to make her next connection.
Then, with only a few other people left onboard, she
got up and removed her carrybag from the overhead
compartment. 
	The flight attendant gave her a pretty smile
as she thanked her for flying Southwest Air. Kelly
smiled back at the young blonde, wondering if she'd
like to help her kill a few hours. A silly thought
really. Even on the remote chance that the tan suited
woman was also into girls, the ground crews were
already loading food and fuel onto the plane for their
next flight. She would be out of here and on her way
long before the New Yorker was.
	Savoring the idle thought of how the flight
attendant would've looked in a  skimpy red bra and
panties, Kelly exited the cabin and walked down the
long passageway into the terminal.  
	
	"Guess I'll get something to eat." Kelly said
to herself as she strolled down the walkway,
ignoring the many people around her. "Although I
can't imagine the food being any better here than on
the plane."
	Lost in thought and oblivious to her
surroundings, Kelly didn't notice the short haired
blonde woman she'd just walked past.
	"Hi stranger,"  The blonde said with a smile.
"Buy a lady a drink?"
	Then the woman leaned over and kissed her
on the cheek.
	Caught off guard, Kelly jumped back. The
look of alarm on her face quickly changed to
astonishment as she focused on the woman who had
kissed her.
	"Michelle!"  She exclaimed.
	
	Standing 5'6" with blonde hair and baby blue
eyes, Michelle was wearing a sleeveless cotton
blouse- and matching shorts. The thin material of her
shirt and the tight fit of her shorts outlined the
well-defined muscles of her calves and arms. A well
tanned body showed that she was an outdoor person
who loved to soak up the desert sun. 
	Smiling ear to ear, blushing just a little, the
younger woman held out a small bouquet of flowers
to her Internet friend.  
	"These are for you, Kelly"  She said quietly.
"I can't tell you how much your letters have meant
to me over the last three months.  I looked forward
to them every day.  Thanks for being my friend,
you're really someone special."
	
	Taking the roses in hand, Kelly finally found
her voice.
	"But how...?  You said that it was impossible
for you to drive down in time."  Kelly stammered,
still a little shocked by Michelle's sudden
appearance.
	"Honey, I'm a Naval Aviator."  She laughed
in a deep rich voice. "We don't drive.....we fly!"   

	Michelle explained how she had hitched a
ride on a transport flight and had only arrived a half
hour ago.
	"This is wonderful!"  Kelly beamed. At least
we'll be able to have dinner together."
	A wicked smile appeared on Michelle's face.
She stared at the beauty of her cyber-lovers face and
quickly lost herself in the richness of her deep brown
eyes.
	"I had something a little better than dinner in
mind."  The Navy Officer quipped. 
	
	With that, the taller woman led Kelly down
the corridor and through a locked door that read
"Security Only."
	"Were are we going?"  Kelly asked
curiously.
	"The Security Chief for the airport is a
Reserve Officer and a friend of mine."  Michelle said
as she closed and locked the door behind them. "He
had a small office that he converted into an
apartment some time back. A place where he could
rest up during emergency situations. It's not the
Hilton but it sure beats a cot in the storage room."
	Michelle continued as they proceeded up a
long flight of stairs. 
	"I called him yesterday and explained that I
had a rather special friend passing through here
today and I'd really like to be able to spend some
private time with them."  She said as they reached
the top of the stairs and Michelle unlocked yet
another door. "Since you only had a few hours,
heading out to one of the local motels was out of the
question. He immediately offered me the use of his
apartment."
	As she stepped into the rather spacious
room, Kelly wondered if Michelle had mentioned
that her special friend was another woman. Given
the military's rather silly obsession with same sex
relationships, she guessed she hadn't.

	"Here we are, home sweet home."  Michelle
pronounced with a sweep of her arm. "At least for
the next couple of hours."
	Taking a good look around the room, Kelly
couldn't help but be impressed.  The Hilton it might
not of been, but it sure as hell had the Holiday Inn
beat by a mile.
	"We've got champagne, various appetizers
and such."  Michelle said as she gently placed her
hands on Kelly's arms. "But first, something I've
wanted to do for the longest time."
	
	Pulling Kelly tight against her, Michelle
kissed her again. This time it was full on the lips. 
Kelly responded quickly to the warm, soft pressure
against her lips, and the taste of Michelle's tangy red
lipstick.  Opening her mouth as she felt the tickle of
Michelle's tongue against it, Kelly drew it inside her.
	"Mmmmm"  Michelle purred as tongue
found tongue.
	The reality of countless night's dreams
brought a warm feeling to both women.  Kelly felt a
soft touch against her breast as Michelle slipped her
fingers beneath the folds of her blouse.
	"Lets get more comfortable."  Michelle said
as she kissed her a second time. 
	
	Slowly, the two woman began undressing
each other, continuing to stroke and kiss as they did.
Michelle quickly  lost her blouse and shorts,
displaying an perfect tan that continued even
beneath her undergarments. Nude sunbathing was a
passion with her. If you wanted to enjoy the kiss of
the sun, why let a few silly scraps of cloth get in the
way.
	Kelly had been wearing a blue blazer with
matching blouse and skirt, very conservative and
business like. Michelle was more than eager to help
her out of the jacket, running her hand across the
outline of her breasts.  The soft motion was enough
to cause the quarter size aureoles to shrink and
harden, exciting Michelle even more.  She
considered ripping it open in a burst of passion, but
the idea that any other clothing Kelly might have had
was locked away in her luggage finally prevailed.
	Filled with excitement, Michelle quickly
unbuttoned the blouse and in one quick snap,
unfastened the Victoria Secret's black lace bra
beneath it. Definitely not what you expected to find
under that dull outfit. 
	"Do you have panties to match?"  Michelle
whispered in her sexiest tone.
	"Ah...that's for you to find out."  Kelly
replied teasingly, clearly enjoying the attention. 
	Michelle wasted no time in unzipping the
wool knit skirt, sliding her hand down across the
business woman's voluptuous thighs. She was just a
little disappointed to find the skin under her clothes
so pale.  If they only had more time, she would've
taken her to her favorite spot out in the desert and
taught her wonderful feeling you got from frolicking 
au natural.    
	"Let just me get the rest of this off you." 
Michelle said in a commanding voice.
	The authority in her tone and her willing
reaction to it took Kelly by surprise. She wasn't used
to taking orders, especially from another woman.
Her bisexual experiences had been with women
more or less her own age.  The first had been after a
long endless night working on a report when she had
been guided into the pleasures of girlsex by her
administrative assistant. It had been an eye-opening
experience.  Yet in the end, she was somewhat
relieved when Donna had quit to take a job with
another company. Kelly's world might not have been
as oppressive as Michelle's regarding lesbianism, but
it wasn't that open either.  She wouldn't loose her
job over being exposed, but it would certainly bar
her from the vice president's office.  After Donna, all
of her affairs had been far from the office and usually
with women who had as much to loose as she did.
	What really surprised Kelly was that she was
actually enjoying a submissive role for a change.
Usually she had to exert her dominance in every
aspect of her life, but she could feel the energy in the
woman undressing her.  It excited her and she
wanted to just see where it would take her.
	
	In no time at all, Michelle had undressed
both Kelly and herself.  Kelly watched with approval
as the Navy Officer had carefully placed her
traveling suit over the back of a chair, careful not to
wrinkle the clothing.  At least she was considerate
enough to realize that she could hardly show up in
San Diego in crumpled clothes. Deals had fallen
through over less.
	
	Michelle couldn't keep her hands off Kelly's
huge breasts. Once, while she was pregnant, her
own breasts had been close to this size, but had
shrunk back to normal afterwards. Still, one does
what they can with what they have. She gently
caressed Kelly's mounds with her hands and swirling
fingers, making imaginary circles around the now
swollen nipples.  Her soft touch excited Kelly
greatly, her nipples had always been extra sensitive.
Michelle could hear her lover's breathing began to
quicken, causing the blonde's own juices to collect
between her legs.
	Her tongue replaced her hands and like a
babe, she pulled the large nipples deep into her
hungry mouth.  Strong fingers kneaded the abundant
flesh, playing an erotic symphony on Kelly's body.  
	Kelly reached out with her own slender
fingers and played with Michelle's breasts in turn. 
Truth be told, she actually wished she had mounds
like that, having always believed that her's were
oversized. She lifted up each breast to her mouth
and ran her tongue across the stiff and tanned
nipples and kissed each in turn. This sent little
shivers of pleasure across Michelle's chest. 
	In response, Michelle slid one hand down
across Kelly's thigh and between her legs, delighting
in the deep wetness she found there. Skillfully
massaging the stubby clit she found there, she began
to steer Kelly toward her first orgasm. A single
finger became two, then three. They slid in and out
faster and faster, adding fuel to the fire that raged
deep inside. 
	Kelly continued to work on Michelle's
breasts, kissing, teasing, and biting them over and
over.  The conflagration that radiated from her own
womanhood made her more and more aggressive.
She began to heave back and forth as she felt her
first small orgasm, the wetness of which covered
Michelle's fingers.  
	With her free hand, Michelle jerked Kelly's
head back and kissed her forcefully, sucking the
force of Kelly's orgasm into her. Her tongue pressed
firmly against Kelly's.  The kisses continued,
becoming softer, longer and much wetter. There
were few things Michelle loved more than sharing
french kisses with another woman, and from the
response, Kelly shared the passion.
	
	   Now it was Kelly's turn. She led Michelle
back to the large bed, the size of which made it
obvious that Michelle's friend used it for a lot more
that a quick nap. She spread her long muscular legs
wide and immediately dropped her head between
them. Kelly had been delighted to see that Michelle
had indeed kept her pussy as bare as a teenage girl's
as she had mentioned in her emails.  She had never
been with a woman who shaved her hair, it was an
immense turn-on. 
	Michelle moaned as she felt the soft wetness
of Kelly's tongue as it slid up and into her love canal.
Hitting all the right spots, she began to drive the
younger woman up the ridges of her own climax. It
wasn't long before Michelle's heart was racing and
the same electrical surges that Kelly had felt a short
time before now ravaged her own body.
	Grabbing the back of Kelly's head with her
powerful hands, Michelle pulled her deeper between
her legs.  So forceful was her grip that Kelly couldn't
even catch her breath. Not that she cared at the
moment. All that concerned her was the small trickle
of juices that she was eagerly lapping up with the tip
of her tongue. A trickle that she knew would soon
be a flood. 
	She didn't have long to wait as Michelle's
naked form, covered with sweat, began to buck and
quake.  The larger woman let out a loud cry of joy
as she exploded in and across Kelly's mouth. Kelly
would've joined in the shout but she was too busy
lapping up her reward.  
	
	"Oh God, that was great."  Michelle panted
as the two woman laid side by side. 
 	The two spent long minutes just silently
kissing and licking each other clean. No further
words were shared, just an occasional shared
laughter. 
	Finally, looking up at the large 18 inch clock
on the wall, the military woman noted that they had
already been at it for over a half hour.  Time was
running so fast.  
	Kelly meanwhile was oblivious to the
passage of time, she was having to much fun.  She
never realized how good it could feel to just let
someone else take control, even if just for a little
while.
	
	"I've got a little surprise for you."  Michelle
laughed as she reached under the bed and pulled out
her flight bag.
	Kelly watched, first in fascination, then in
shock, as Michelle produced a large 9" dildo from
the dark blue bag.  In her own luggage, she kept a
smaller vibrator, but nothing like this.  It was the
strap on kind, and it was obvious that Michelle
planned to wear it.
	"I don't know about this..."  Kelly said with
more than a touch of hesitation in her voice.
	"Didn't you say in your emails that it's always
been your fantasy to be fucked by a monster cock?" 
Michelle asked as she jumped back onto the bed.
"How you always dreamed about it but would never
do it with a man other than your husband."
	Kelly bit down on her lower lips as she
studied the formidable rubber phallic.  It had been
her fantasy to be totally ravaged at least once in her
life.  She loved her husband, she really did. Yet
sometimes she so much wanted something more
than his 7" in her.
	"I guess that sometimes you can fantasize
about something knowing its never going to happen,
that way its a safe obsession." Came her reply.
	
	"All right."  Michelle said, a little
disappointed. "I'll just put this away then."
	"Wait...."  Kelly said, taking the time to
measure her words.  "I'd really like to try
it....honestly."
	
	The look of disappointment on Michelle's
face instantly turned to joy.  It resembled nothing
else if not that of the cat that ate the canary.  She
quickly secured the straps of her artificial manhood
around and between her legs. She held out her hand
to Kelly and guided her to the floor, it was always
more fun down there.
	She again started with kisses, first her
cheeks, then her mouth.  She continued down her
body, taking the time to once again enjoy the
fullness of Kelly's breasts. Eventually she reached
her still moist mound, glistening with shiny droplets
of her earlier eruption. 
	Spreading her cunt lips, Michelle wasted no
time in exploring the inner reaches of her new lover's
sexuality. The scent of their recent sex filled her
nostrils as much as the taste of it filled assaulted her
tongue.  Michelle took a firm grip on Kelly's
buttocks and pulled her closer.
	"Oh yes.."  Kelly said as the frequency of
Michelle's withdrawals and re-insertions increased
with each passing moment. 
	Michelle continued with her oral
ministrations, always aware of the ticking of the
clock above her. And with each passing minute,
Kelly's moans became louder and louder.  Michelle
was pleased that she was having such an effect on
her lover, but was becoming concerned that
someone might hear her. True, they were in a
private section of the terminal, but there were still
workers in the building. What if someone heard
them and decided to investigate?
	"Not so loud!"  Michelle commanded as she
paused for a moment. "We don't want to draw
company."
	Kelly nodded in agreement and obeyed for a
few minutes. But finally the wet, moist tongue
buried inside her cause her to resume her cries, in an
even louder volume.
	"Oh God...oh my God...oh it' s so good...
faster...faster...!"  Kelly suddenly yelled so loud that
it caused Michelle to jump.  
	In all her letters, Kelly had never mentioned
that she was a screamer. Michelle immediately
realized that Kelly couldn't help herself.  As the
woman beneath her let out a second equally loud
shout, Michelle grabbed the closest thing at hand off
the floor and pushed it into Kelly's mouth.  What it
turned out to be was her own panties, still wet with
her anticipation over Kelly's visit. 
	"Kelly, you have to quiet down..."  She said
in her most commanding tone.  "If you can't stop I'll
have to leave that gag in place...either that or we'll
have to stop.  If I leave it there, then you can moan
as loud as you want.  Do you want me to take it out
and stop?"
	Kelly shook her head side to side in a violent
motion. No matter what it took, she wanted
Michelle to keep on going. 
	
	Assuming the classic missionary position,
Michelle took  hold of the large rod dangling
between her legs and positioned it at the entrance of
Kelly's now very lubricated pussy.  She pushed
forward ever so slightly, opening wide the folds of
her womanhood. 
	Kelly let out a grunt that was heard even
through her makeshift gag. She was far from a virgin
having lost that distinction some 23 years before, but
she had never ever taken anything that big inside her
before.  Michelle looked up from her view of the
cockhead disappearing inside Kelly's pussy at the
sound. She looked into Kelly's brown eyes to see if
she wanted her to stop. It only took a second for
Kelly to bob her head up and down for Michelle to
continue.   
	Over the next several minutes, Michelle
slowly entered and re-entered Kelly, measuring the
force of her thrusts with the display of discomfort
shown on the businesswoman's face. She really
didn't want to hurt her and was relieved when her
facial expression changed from one of determined
acceptance to one of enjoyment. If the blonde haired
woman needed any other encouragement, she felt
Kelly's hands against her ass, pushing her inside her.
	
	Now freed from that worry, Michelle began
to pump away in earnest. Faster and faster she
thrusted, driving almost the full length of her fake
cock into her lover.  The pressure of the small
protrusion on the underside of the rubber that
caressed her own clit, sending oscillating waves
through her own form. Thus each powerful stroke
was felt by both women.
	Michelle had started with the missionary
position because it was the easiest for entry. Now to
was time to just really have fun.  She pulled out of
Kelly and barked out an order that would've made
her instructor back in basic training proud.
	"Get on all fours!"  She commanded.
	So wrapped up in the wonderful feeling she
was getting from Michelle's robust  penetrations,
Kelly quickly moved to respond.  Without really
taking the time to think about it, she flipped over
and assumed the position, lifting her bottom up into
the air as to invite easy access.  She just wanted
Michelle back inside her.
	In that she wasn't disappointed.  Michelle
grabbed her legs and spread them even wider. Then
with a lust filled thrust, rammed the cock back inside
her.  Harder and harder she pushed, taking both of
them to the heights of passion.  
	Both women could feel the rising explosion
that would consume them both.  Kelly was more
than content to just lie there and await it, but
Michelle was determined to meet it head-on.  
	Pushing Kelly's head to the floor, Michelle
straddled her, planted her cock ever deeper with
each effort. Now it was Michelle who was grunting
ever louder as sweat poured from her pores and her
breasts bounced back and forth.  Kelly was totally
pinned, she tried to shift to a more comfortable
position was helpless against the younger woman's
strength.
	It was Kelly who erupted first.  Michelle
could feel her pussy contract around the fake cock
as she pulled and pushed it in with a single fluid
motion.  Her own orgasm followed two strokes
later.
	
	They collapsed upon each other, drenched in
a combination of sweat, sex and exhaustion.  They
just laid there for about ten minutes, trading soft
touches and little kisses.  
	The clock on the wall told them that Kelly's
plane left in less than forty minutes.  They had to get
cleaned up.  Reluctantly they lifted themselves off
the floor and kissed one more time. 
	Standing naked a few feet from each other,
they laughed at the sign of each other. Neither
resembled the woman who walked into the room a
short time before. 
	Thankfully, the makeshift apartment had a
shower large enough for two and it wasn't long
before they had washed each other clean.  Time was
now the enemy as they dressed and gathered their
things.  Since Michelle had a change of underwear in
her bag, Kelly asked to keep the ones that had
served as her gag as a souvenir. She quickly shoved
them into her jacket's side pocket.
	
	They had to race down the corridor to make
the last call for the flight.  Flashing an id given to her
by the Security Chief, Michelle went with Kelly all
the way to the plane.  Kelly suddenly pulled her to a
stop just a few feet from the cabin door. Quickly
looking right and left to make sure they were alone,
she leaned forward and kissed her.  It was a brief but
satisfying kiss.
	"I love you."  Kelly whispered before she
turned and ran into to plane, afraid that if she waited
any longer she might not get on.
	
	Michelle watched as the attendant secured
the cabin door behind her.  Her eyes searched the
small windows as the plane pulled away for some
sign of her - to no avail. Before turning and heading
back down the passageway, she whispered to
herself.
	"I love you too."
	
	
	Kelly felt both happy and sad as the plane
pulled up and into the sky.  Happy at what Michelle
and she had shared, it was an experience she would
always remember. Sad at the knowledge that it
would never be repeated.  They were of two
different worlds and neither would give up their
world to live in the others. They would always
remain friends.  That, and the memory, would be
enough.


	Three days later, Michelle got her first mail
from Kelly since they had met.  She agreed with
Kelly's assessment of their relationship.  It was
enough that they'd had that moment in time.  As she
got to the bottom of the letter she burst into
laughter....

"...and the client in San Diego couldn't believe how
relaxed I was after traveling cross-country the day
before.
 	By the way, you'll never believe what
happened while I was away.  They fired Janice
Zimmerman.  It seems that all the while she was
saving the company those nickels and dimes, she
was diverting the nickels to her own personal
account.  They're even thinking of pressing charges
against her.  I almost feel sorry for her, after all, it
was because of her the trip turned out like it did. 
Think I should send her a thank you card?  

                                               Love Always,
                                                           Kelly
                                                XOXOXOX


END 


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