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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are
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the story.

              The Road Not Taken
	       Part Three	
                  by Ann Douglas

	After a small lunch while she was still
downtown, Jennifer returned home to get ready
for the evening. Prudence called for a warm bath
in place of the shower Jennifer usually enjoyed. 
After all, it would be pretty silly to spend so much
money on her hair only to stick it under a
showerhead.  Running the water until it was a
comfortable temperature, Jennifer took care of
more practical toiletries while she waited.	
	Five minutes later, Jennifer eased herself
into the oversized tub. The heat of the water felt
good as it penetrated her body.  She should take
the time to do this more often, she told herself.   
The tub was wide and long enough that she could
stretch her whole body out.
	After a few minutes of just soaking and
enjoying the warmth, Jennifer began to wash with
a large bar of perfumed soap. The hot water felt
good as it splashed across her breasts. She ran her
soapy fingers across her large mounds, playing
with her nipples.  A familiar tingle brought a smile
to her face.
	Closing her bright green eyes, Jennifer
imagined that she wasn't alone in the tub. It was
something that she often fantasized.  The only
change this time was that it was Sally's image that
filled her mind instead of some nameless, faceless
lover.
	Jennifer slid the bar of soap down between
her legs and began rubbing the wet mound. 
Somehow, the image of an actual person in her
mind made her familiar practice that much more
enjoyable.  Letting the pink bar float free, she
slipped a finger inside herself, uttering a soft moan
as she did. A second finger followed, and then a
third. Soon she was furiously pumping them in
and out. While the warm water and her fingers
caressed her love canal, her thumb played against
her clit. A familiarity with her own body dating
back to when she was twelve brought her quickly
to the edge of bliss.  
	The 38 year old leaned back against the
soft plastic cushion built against the head of the
tub, her eyes still tightly closed, lost in the
moment.  All that existed at that moment was the
warmth of the water, the pleasure between her
legs, and the image of her lover in her mind -- a
mixture of fantasy and reality.
	It wasn't long before Jennifer's body began
to trembled as her orgasm was upon her.  Her
mouth formed a silent O as her legs and arms
grew weak  and repeated waves of delight rippled 
up and down her naked form. 
	For long moments she just drifted there,
even after her bodyquake had ceased.  She just
listened to the twin sounds of her heartbeat and
the gentle flow of the water as it bounced off her. 
Those first moments after an orgasm were meant
to be relished, something Jack had never come to
understand in the twenty odd years they'd been
together.  Usually, the moment he had climaxed,
he was up and out of her and on his way to sleep.
Of course in this instance, Jack was ever so far
from her thoughts.      
	Eventually, the water and Jennifer's fires
began to cool and she lifted herself out of the tub. 
Dripping water, she stepped up and out of the  tub
and onto the carpeted floor.  She retrieved a large
bath towel from the wall bar and began to dry
herself. 
	Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth
against her nipples. Jennifer stopped for a moment
and  took a long look at herself in the bathroom's
full length mirror.
	"Not bad Jenn, not bad at all."  the
brunette mused to herself.  "Jack really should
take a good look at what he's tossing away."
	If she was totally honest, Jennifer would
admit to herself that yes, Karen did have a much
hotter body that she did.  Yes, her breasts were
both bigger and firmer and her ass and legs lacked
the extras, small as they might be, the years had
put on Jennifer.  Yet the one area where Jennifer
had it all over her younger rival was that Jennifer's
body came with a brain -- and that was the
ultimate sexual organ.  If Jack didn't appreciate
what he had and was willing to toss it all away,
well screw him.  Better yet, let Karen take care of
that little chore.  They were long past the staying
together for the kids sake stage.  It was time that
Jennifer saw what else life had to offer. 



	"Jennifer?"  Sally called out as she
knocked on the open door and stepped into the
living room.  "Jennifer, are you ready?"  she called
out a second time.
	"Be right down."  came a voice from up
the stairs in the direction of the bedroom. "Make
yourself comfortable."
	Taking a seat on the couch, Sally was
careful to adjust her dress.  The black gown had
cost her more than any dress she had ever owned. 
Low cut in the front, putting her milky white
breasts on display in the most tasteful way
possible, it had an equally plunging back which
made it fortunate that she almost never wore a
bra.  Only a thin half support held her bosom in
check.  
	A string of perfect white pearls hung
around her neck, a  gift left to her from her late
grandmother.  Her family had been furious when
they discovered that the priceless family heirloom
had been left to their disowned daughter. 
Grandmother Hsu had been the only one in her
family not to disown her.  After surviving a civil
war, interrupted temporarily by a world war and
then fleeing to a strange new land where she had
to start a new life, Hsu Chi-wang was not about to
also lose her favorite granddaughter as she had
lost so much in her life.  She may not have
understood the forces that drove Sau-ling to make
the decisions she had, but she loved her enough to
respect them.
	For the twentieth time, Sally checked her
reflection in the large mirror hanging over the
fireplace.  Tonight was so very important and she
wanted to look perfect.  Like Jennifer, she had
spent part of the afternoon getting her hair done,
although with a more cooperative hairstylist. Her
long silken black hair had been weaved into an
elaborate hairstyle.  She wore only the barest
traces of makeup, just enough to highlight her
natural beauty.  A pair of small pearl earrings that
she had bought for herself when she graduated
nursing school completed her accessories.	
	Again satisfied with her appearance, Sally
reminded herself how lucky she was to have a
friend like Jennifer Sutherland.  She would've died
if she had to cancel going to tonight's event.  After
the dinner dance tonight she would officially be
one of  "The Sisterhood." 
	 An organization older than she was, it
was sort of like a sorority for lesbians and bisexual
women.  A sisterhood where you could turn to for
help in any number of areas from emotional to
financial to professional.  Cheryl had proposed her
for membership a year ago and if she didn't attend
the dinner tonight, it would be a year before there
was another one.  
	"Ready."  Jennifer said as she walked into
the room.  
	So wrapped up in her thoughts, Sally
didn't hear Jennifer come down the stars.  Now
that she had her attention, it hit her like a
sledgehammer.
	"Oh my lord!"  Sally exclaimed as she
turned and watched Jennifer enter the room.
	Jennifer stood in the center of the double
doorway wearing an emerald jade evening dress
that matched her eyes.  Not as low cut as Sally's,
it was covered in back by a pair of cris-crossing
straps.  The bottom of the gown stretched almost
to the floor but was slit up the sides allowing both
ease of moment as well as a view of the long legs
beneath it.  Around her neck, Jennifer wore a gold
herringbone chain which drew attention to the
valley of her breasts.  Twin diamonds in a gold
setting hung from each of her earlobes, sparking
from the overhead lights.
	"Too much?"  Jennifer asked.
	"Oh no, not at all."  Sally replied,
regaining her power of speech.  "It's just that I've
never seen you like this.  The effect is, to say the
least, breathtaking."
	"Why thank you."  Jennifer smiled,
exposing pearl white teeth beneath her soft red
lips.  "But it is getting late and it's a long drive. 
Shouldn't we get going?"
	"You're right."  Sally said as she picked up
the night wrap she had draped across the couch.
	Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief as she
took her own wrap from out of the closet.  Sally
had said that the dinner was formal but she was
afraid that she had gone overboard.  It had been
fun getting all dressed up, a chance to put herself
on display.  The last two times she and Jack had
been out, it had been to functions where a simple
dress or a pants suit were more in order.  She
hadn't worn this gown in years and was happily
surprised when she took it out last night and
found it still fit.


	The drive out to Tompkins County took
just under two hours.  The actual dinner-dance
was being held outside of town in what appeared
to be from the outside a Victorian mansion that
had seen better years.  On the way over, Sally had
explained to Jennifer about the Sisterhood.  Partly
to let her know exactly what she was getting into
and partly to give her one last chance to back out.
	"Is there some kind of ceremony?" 
Jennifer had asked, visions of some kind of lesbian
orgy vivid in her mind.
	"Not really."  Sally said.  "At least not
much of one.  Just attending the event is ceremony
enough.  When you sit down, you find a small red
velvet box with a  gold pin at your table setting. 
After the welcome, your date pins you and you
are a member.  It's rather simple, but I think that
its beauty is in that simplicity."
	
	Jennifer's initial conclusion about the
dilapidated condition of the old house proved to
be oh so totally wrong.  From the outside, yes it
did look like an old house which stood alone on a
dozen acres.  The type of building that fills many a
teen fright film.  Once inside however, you
stepped into another age.
	The walls of every room were warm and
colorful.  Paintings of a variety of women filled
the halls, brightly illuminated by the light of crystal
chandeliers.  A long corridor led to what must've
once originally been a ballroom.  It had been
restored to its original 19th century splendor.
	At the entranceway stood a dozen young
women dressed in white.  They were busy
checking names on a master list and directing
people to seating assignments.  
	"This is amazing."  Jennifer whispered  to
Sally.  "I've never seen a place like this."
	"This is nothing."  Sally answered almost
inaudibly.  "Cheryl told me that they have some
sort of resort in the Caribbean where they have an
even more spectacular place."

	Their quiet conversation was cut short as
they reached the long check-in table and a tall cute
blonde took Sally's name.  Noting  the gold check
next to Sally's name, the blonde's smile grew even
brighter as she welcomed the two women yet
again and offered her congratulations.  She then
directed them to a table on the far right of the
room.
	At the table, there were small placards
with seating assignments.  Thankfully, theirs
simply said Sally Yee and guest.  Jennifer worried
for a moment that her's might have Cheryls name
on it.  Next to the plate in front of Sally's chair
was a small red velvet box, the only one on the
table.  Glancing around her, Jennifer saw a few
other table with the single red box. Evidently they
had scattered any new inductees among older
members.  A good practice she thought.
	
	"Would either of you ladies like a drink?" 
one of the white garbed young women asked as
she pulled out the two chairs for them to sit.
	"Yes, thank you."  Sally said as she moved
to their seat.  "Jennifer?"  she asked, turning to her
friend.
	The blonde attendant wrote down both
Jennifer's and Sally's orders on a small notepad she
wore around her neck.  A few minutes later, a
third girl appeared with the drinks.  Jennifer hadn't
gotten service this good in five star restaurants.  
	"Thank you."  Jennifer said as she took her
drink.  
	It was then that she noted that all of the
serving girls were long haired blondes.  It made
for a nice effect.


	"It's nice to see you again, Sally."  the
waitress said as she placed the drink in front of the
Asian woman. 
	That was when it hit Jennifer.   
	"Oh God!"  she exclaimed in her mind. 
"That's the girl from Sally's room."
	Sure enough it was, the one that Jennifer
had thought so resembled the teenager from that
old sitcom.  Up close like this, it was obvious that
she was indeed of legal age.
	'It's nice to see you too, Maureen." Sally
said, returning the girl's smile.
	
	"Is there something wrong?"  Sally asked
as she noticed the momentary discomfort on her
guest's face.
	"No, everything's fine."  Jennifer quickly
answered.  "I'm just trying to take everything in. 
This is all very exciting."
	
	Larger groups of women began to fill the
room and it wasn't long before most of the tables
were filled -- theirs included.  The other four
couples at their table were a varied combination of
ages and races.  All of them were very pleasant
and welcomed the two of them to the dinner. 
	Jennifer noted that everyone seemed to be
waiting for something before starting dinner.  A
glance in Sally's direction invoked the response
that they were waiting for their hostess.
	A few minutes later, the clock chimed
eight and a tall white haired woman strode in
through the huge double doors.  Jennifer thought
she was in her mid-fifties and was stunned to learn
that she had just passed her 70th birthday.  Her
dress was simple yet elegant.  Her only adornment
was round gold rimmed glasses.  
	Walking side-by-side with the woman
were two young women in the same simple white
outfits the blondes had worn.  Only in this case,
both of the new arrivals were brunettes.
	In answer to her unspoken question, one
of the older members identified the woman as
Miss Scarlett McMurphy -- the founder of the
Sisterhood and its leader since the mid 1950's.  
	
	"Ladies."  Scarlett said as she reached her
own place at her table, which was identical to
every other table.  "I'd like to welcome all of my
sisters, both old and new." 
	Bursts of applause erupted from every
table, testament to the esteem in which the older
woman was held by all.
	"I raise this glass in welcome to our
newest sisters."  Scarlett said in a surprisingly
strong voice as she lifted a glass of white wine off
the table.  "May they be acolytes no longer and
instead be counted among us as true Sisters."
	With that, the attention of all the members
turned to the acolytes seated at their tables.  With
renewed enthusiasm they applauded as each
remembered their own induction.  Jennifer was
unsure how to react until she saw a few of the
women pick up the small red boxes and open
them.  Remembering what Sally had told her in
the car on the trip up here about the initiation
ceremony, she likewise followed suit.
	Inside the velvet box was a small gold
rose.  It was a simple design, its significance far
outweighing its worth.  Sally had stood up by this
point, beaming at her moment of fame.  Imitating
the women she saw at the other tables,  Jennifer
took the gold pin and attached it to Sally's gown. 
That simple act was followed by an even more
thunderous applause.
	Retaking their seats, the women heard
Scarlett complete the simple ceremony with an
invocation that they should always be as they are
now - friends and equals.
	No sooner had Scarlett retaken her seat
when two dozen of the white clad blondes
appeared, each bearing plates with what was to
prove to be a most appetizing dinner.

	Near the end of dinner, another face
familiar to Jennifer came up to the table and
embraced Sally.  The two woman exchanged
friendly kisses and hugs.
     	"Oh Sally mon amour, je suis si heureuse
pour toi. Maintenant que nous sommes soeurs tu
dois venir me rendre visite a Montreal."  the
young woman said as she hugged Sally once
more.
	"Je le ferai, ma cherie. Peut-etre cet ete."
Sally answered as she kissed Maria again on her
cheek. 
	Suddenly, Jennifer felt like the proverbial
fifth wheel.  Then almost as if Sally could read her
mind she turned to her and smiled. 

	"Would you like to dance?"  Sally
suddenly asked Jennifer as Marie went on to
speak with someone else.
	"I'd love to."  Jennifer replied.

	Once out on the dance floor, Jennifer
became all too aware of the nearness of Sally's
body to her own.  Glancing down, she could see
down the valley of her breasts in the revealing
dress and she experienced a rapid flush.  It wasn't
the first time she'd danced with another woman
but it was the first time she'd been sexually excited
by doing so.  She could feel the warmth of Sally's
skin beneath her hand and the gentle touch of her
cheek against her own. 
	"I do want to thank you again for coming
here with me."  Sally whispered.  "This means so
much to me."
	"I'm glad."  Jennifer replied.  "I'm having a
wonderful time. I'm glad I came along."
	"You're as good a dancer as you are a
friend."  Sally complemented.
	"That goes both ways."  was Jenn's
answer.
	The slow song went on as the two women
swayed across the dance floor in each other grasp. 
It felt so right and natural, and best of all, in this
company no one would give them a second glance
except in admiration.
	"You smell so nice."  Sally said as the
sweet aroma of Jennifer's perfume filled her. "I've
always loved that scent."
	"I'll have to get you some."  Jennifer
suggested.
	The music ended and with it the dance. 
Jennifer and Sally slowly, hesitantly broke their
embrace.  They stood there, inches apart until
Jennifer impulsively kissed Sally.  
	The brief touch of her lips against
Jennifer's took Sally by surprise.  It was as
pleasing as it was unexpected.  
	"That's just my little congratulations as
well."  said Jennifer in hindsight.
	
	
	"Can I cut in?"  a tall redhead said as the
music began to start up again and she held out her
hand to Sally.
	"It's okay, I'll just wait back at the table." 
Jennifer said as she began to step away from Sally.
	"Nonsense,"  the redhead said.  "We'll just
switch partners."  she added as she motioned to
the older woman she'd been dancing with.
	
	Before Jennifer could comment, the
redhead's previous dance partner had taken her in
hand and led her to another section of the dance
floor.  The dance was another slow one and as she
put her arms around Jennifer she asked if she
should lead.
	"Please do." Jennifer replied, thinking what
the hell, she might as well enjoy the night as much
as she could.  And she was enjoying herself.
	
	"So where has Sally been hiding you."  the
black and gray haired woman said as they moved
across the floor.  
	"Oh we're just friends."  Jennifer
answered.  "I'm not...I mean...."
	"It's all right, I understand."  the 50 year
woman said with a smile.  "But I can't shake the
feeling that we've met somewhere before."    
	"Oh I'm sure we haven't."  Jennifer
insisted.
	"I guess you're right."  she agreed.  "I
know I would've remembered a pretty woman
such as yourself.  My name's Rose by the way."
	"It's nice to meet you Rose."  Jennifer
smiled, enjoying both the dance and the sudden
memory of the orgasm she had enjoyed as she
watched Rose Marie fuck her friend.



	As wonderful as the night had been, it had
to end eventually.  It was long after one in the
morning when the party finally started to break
up.  Everyone was saying their farewells among a
bevy of kisses and hugs. 
	"Are you ready?"  Sally asked Jennifer as
she waved good-bye to a woman across the room.  
	"Yes.  I can't remember the last time I felt
so exhausted and so exhilarated at the same time." 
Jennifer replied.  "I had so much fun."
	"No wonder you're wiped out."  Sally
laughed.  "You must've danced with almost every
woman in the place.  Everyone kept asking who
you were.  A few even asked me for your phone
number."
	"You didn't?"  Jennifer asked in mock
horror.
	"No, I just said you were unavailable." 
Sally grinned.
	"Good."  was Jennifer's reply in mock
relief.  "I really hadn't planned on dancing so
much, but once I got started I couldn't stop."
	"Well as long as you had fun."  Sally said. 
"We'd better get to the motel, it's really late "
	"That was a good idea you had, renting a
room so we wouldn't have to drive all the way
home."  Jennifer said.  "I think I'd fall asleep
behind the wheel."
	"We definitely wouldn't want that."  Sally
said.
	

	The Oakdale Heights Motel was only a
quarter mile down the road and they were there in
ten minutes.  If the desk clerk thought it strange
that two women in evening wear had reserved a
room for the night he gave it no mention.  All he
cared was that they had paid in advance for the
room for the whole night which was a lot more
than most of his customers did.  They were more
interested in the hourly rate, or in the case of
many of the teenagers -- the half hour rate.
	
	"Well it's not much, but it's a soft bed and
running water."  Sally said as she stepped into the
room.  
	"You can have the running water, I'll take
the soft bed."  Jennifer said as she followed Sally
into the room.     
	"All right, I'll wash up first."  Sally said as
she took her overnight bag and stepped into the
very small bathroom.
	
	Sally exited the bathroom ten minutes later
wearing a short blue teddy and nothing else.  Her
nipples were clearly visible through the thin
material and the bottom of the small outfit barely
extended below her exposed pussy.  
	"All yours."  she said as she tossed her bag
on the floor alongside the bed.  "You have any
preference?"  she asked, indicating the twin beds. 
	"No, I'll take whatever's left."  Jennifer
called out from the bathroom.
	
	Cleaning up took only a few minutes and
the splash of water against her face helped clear
Jennifer's head.  It was a good thing that Sally did
the driving over here because Jennifer was sure
she'd had too much to drink.  It wasn't as if she
was drunk or anything but better to not take any
chances.
	Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a
cotton nightshirt that she had packed.  She held it
up in front of her in the mirror and looked at her
reflection.  
	"Now that's boring."  she said to herself. 
"But thankfully I packed more than one."
	With that she pulled out a sheer pink
chemise and matching coat.  It was an old habit
that she'd developed over the years.  She'd always
carry something plain in her overnight bag which
gave Jack a non-verbal message that she wasn't in
the mood.  If she ever came into a bedroom with
full pajamas he might as well grab his pillow and
head for the couch.  There had been a lot of  those
pajama nights over the last year.
	Wrapping the coat around her, she exited
the bathroom and walked across the room to the
bed on the far right.  She took off the coat, which
was after all mainly worn for effect and stood
highlighted in front of the night table lamp.  The
chemise was even sheerer than Sally's teddy and as
she stood sideways, her ample breasts were clearly
visible.  
	"Goodnight."  she said as she crawled into
the bed.
	"Goodnight Jennifer."  Sally said as she
watched her friend in the light.
	
	"Shit!"  Jennifer suddenly called out as she
jumped up in bed.
	"What's wrong?"  Sally called out as she
also jumped up.
	"The damn bed's broken."  Jennifer called
out.  "One of the springs is sticking out of the 
mattress."
	Pulling back the sheets, Jennifer exposed
the broken spring.  It was sticking a good inch out
of the mattress.  
	"Well I can't sleep here."  Jennifer noted.
	"I'll call the front office, maybe they have
some kind of roll-away bed or something."  Sally
suggested.
	"Forget that, I've slept on one of those
things once -- never again." Jennifer answered.
	"Well, these beds are pretty large, you're
welcome to share mine."  Sally finally offered. 
	A quick look of concern flashed across
Jennifer's face as she considered the idea.  A look
that didn't go unnoticed by Sally.
	"If that's a problem, I'd be happy to take
the roll-out and give you this bed."  she added.
	"No, it's not a problem."  Jennifer finally
smiled.  "Not a problem at all.  If I can put up
with Jack's snoring I can put up with anyone."

	Sally shifted over and made room for her
friend on the left side of the bed.  It wasn't long
before both women were fast asleep.  A sleep that
was calm for Sally but troubled for Jennifer.
	It wasn't that Jennifer didn't trust Sally that
caused her to pause before sharing a bed, it was
that she really didn't trust herself.  Weeks of
imagining that she was Sally's lover had taken
their toll on her self-control.  And tonight, as they
danced together, everyone who watched them
assumed that they were indeed lovers.  
	The erotic dreams of the past two months
returned with what sleep Jennifer got.  If anything
they were now more intense as she now had bits
of personality to match up to the faces that before
had only been sexual images.  She imaged herself
licking away at Maureen's pussy while Marie
performed a similar service on Jennifer's.  While
Marie licked at her clit, the rest of Jenn's pussy
was being assaulted by Rose Marie and her
artificial manhood.  The Philippine and Japanese
women who she didn't see at the dance also
returned -- each lovingly caressing one of her
breasts.  Finally out of the corner of her eye, she
could see Sally.  Totally nude, she was sitting at
the feet of Scarlett  McMurphy, who is turn was
idly playing with Sally's breasts as she watched
Jennifer and all her lovers.



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Priorities ....

	A hundred years from now....
	  	 It won't matter how much money I had....
			What kind of house I lived in ....
				Or what kind of car I drove...	

	What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
		Because I was important in the life of a child. 	

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