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Subject: {ASSM} I Was At Woodstock by Rogue Writer (F/F, oral, anal, exhib, drug use,  good music)
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I Was At Woodstock
By Rogue Writer

(F/F, oral, anal, exhib, drug use, good music)

DISCLAIMER: I wasn't really at Woodstock.  I hadn't eve been born yet!

NOTE: I wrote this for the 40th anniversary of the concert at
Woodstock.  And in the spirit of the spontaneity of the thousands who
just decided to just go last minute to a concert on a farm in Upstate
New York, I wrote this in one afternoon as a challenge to myself.  The
challenge was to write a quick short piece (if you've read my work
before then you know for me short is a challenge), give it one edit
pass and send it off in the same day.  No proofreading by those I
usually use to critique my work, no fifteen edit passes or fretting
over a word choice for two days.  I did a little bit of research and
just started writing.  What I'm getting at is: if this sucks, that's
why.

Send feedback to roguewriter@hotmail.com



I was at Woodstock.  The year was 1969.  My name is Cathy McConnell.
And that's all I knew.

I was stumbling through crowds of people, a lost seventeen-year-old
girl tripping her face off.  No idea of the exact date or what day of
the week it was.  The acid wasn't completely to blame for that; I
didn't always pay attention to these things.  Neither was it the fault
of the acid that I'd lost the people I'd come here with - my brother
Nathan, his girlfriend Cheri, and my friend Melanie.  That was due to
the throngs of crowd as we first walked into the place and somehow got
separated.  We had driven here from the small town in Massachusetts
where we lived, and as we got close to the farm where the concert was
taking place traffic suddenly came to a standstill.  After a while
people were parking their cars on the side of the road and walking, so
we decided to do the same.  On our pilgrimage we met some cats that
gave us some acid and we took it.  We'd done it before so we figured
this wasn't a big deal.

Except now it was.  I don't know if I was getting bum shit back at
home, but this stuff was serious.  Luckily we'd made it inside the
fence before it really hit.  For a while all I was seeing was rivers
of color flowing before me, and it took me a while to realize it was
people and the colors were the colors of their clothing.  I was
freaking the hell out, and that was the fault of the acid.  I heard a
loud, booming voice inside my head.  It was saying things like, "Could
Joe please meet Trish at the bathrooms," and "Don't eat the brown
acid, it's a bad trip."  By then I was peaking and realized I hadn't
paid attention to the color of what I took.  Why would I?

I walked through the crowds for a while trying to find the people I'd
come with.  My parents are going to be pissed, I thought.  Earlier in
the week when Nathan and I told them we were planning to come here
that led to a screaming argument.  They said it was bad enough I was
becoming a "freaky hippie" who wore strange clothes, listened to crazy
music and got caught smoking pot at school, I was now dragging my
brother Nathan down with me.  Never mind the fact that he was
listening to my music because he borrowed my records without asking,
never mind the fact he and Cheri came to me asking if I could get them
some dope and later some acid, and of course never mind the fact he
was older!  My brother looked clean cut, hung with the popular crowd
and had been on the football team.  In a month he was going off to
college in Boston and according to my parents I was the one
threatening that.  My father said, or screamed actually, that if
Nathan ended up becoming a college dropout and had to go over to
Vietnam, he'd kill me himself.  Good ol' dad.

Despite the threat, on Friday morning after Dad left for work and Mom
went food shopping, Nathan and I decided to go for it.  We left a note
on the kitchen table telling them where we were going, picked up Cheri
and Melanie and headed to the highway.  Figured we'd just catch some
hell when we got back on Monday.  But now everything had gone to
shit.  That's when I suddenly realized it was evening and music was
coming from the stage.  But I had no interest.  It had started to
rain.  I had no interest in that either.  Melanie was carrying our
sleeping bag.  All I had was the T-shirt and long skirt I was wearing,
and they were getting soaked.  I just sat down and shivered.


When I woke up I was inside.  I looked around and saw that it was a
tent.  I was wearing a T-shirt and jeans that weren't mine and I was
alone.

I got up and went outside.  I was near the top of the hill facing the
stage, and between the stage and me was a sea of thousands of people.
I didn't see too many other tents, and most other people just had
sleeping bags.  There was another tent right next door and sitting in
front of it was a guy and a girl.  The guy was white, with red shaggy
hair and a moustache.  The girl was black, with the largest Afro I'd
ever seen.  She also had a slim, pretty face and deep dark eyes, her
body was lithe and she lay back on the ground in a pair of jeans and a
bikini top that showed off her belly with a gold chain around it.
There weren't many black people in the town where I come from, but
that's not why I was staring.  Then I realized I was staring and
looked away.

The guy noticed me and said, "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Um...I'm okay," I said, sounding as confused as I felt.  "Who are you?"

"I'm Kyle, and this is Coral."

Coral smiled and waved and I waved back.  "How did I get here?"

"Breeze brought you last night.  You were in pretty bad shape."

"What's a Breeze?"

From behind me came, "That would be me."

I turned and was treated to the sight of a girl around my height, with
long dirty blonde hair and a beaming smile.  She wasn't thin like
Coral; her body was curvy like mine.  Breeze wore a white peasant top
with a pair of jean cutoff shorts, her feet were bare and she had a
braided brown leather anklet on her right ankle.  A red paisley scarf
was tied around her head.  She walked up to me and said, "I went and
hung your clothes up to let them dry out a bit.  Hope you don't mind."

I smiled.  "Not at all, thanks."

"So you met the rest of our merry little band?" she said, indicating
Kyle and Coral.

"She met us," Coral said, "but we still haven't met her."

I was confused before I realized I hadn't said my name.  "Oh, I'm
sorry.  I'm Cathy."

Breeze smiled and I melted.  "Hey Cathy.  I was about to go take a
bath.  Want to join me?"

"Um, sure," I said.  Breeze went into her tent and came out with a
towel.  She turned to her friends.  "We'll be back."

"Don't be too long," Kyle called.  "Somebody told me Santana might be
on soon."

We walked away from the main concert area and through some woods.
Walking barefoot through so much I found myself watching where I
stepped.  Breeze on the other hand seemed not to care, or her feet
were more used to it than mine.  Along the way we talked, and I found
out Breeze and her friends came all the way from San Francisco.  She
was nineteen and going to college out there.

We finally got to a river where there were lots of people bathing, and
they were all naked.  I'd never seen anyone else naked before and I
couldn't stop staring, especially at the women.

Breeze looked around.  "Let's find someplace a little more private."

We walked down the river a bit until it took a bend that provided us
with some privacy.  I was relieved, wasn't sure I wanted to be naked
in front of so many other people.  But in front of Breeze was no
problem.  She took off her clothes like she had no inhibitions, and in
a few moments she was naked.  Aside from the anklet, she also wore
several necklaces made from beads and stones, some of which hung low
between her breasts and one of which came down past her belly button
and stopped just below her pubic hair.  I noticed Breeze trimmed her
pubic hair and it looked neat.  It almost made me feel embarrassed
when I took off my clothes, revealing my unruly bush that matched the
color of my light brown hair.  We got into the water and started
swimming more than bathing, since we had no soap.

I was enjoying the feel of the water on my naked body, the serenity of
the trees and the nature around us, when Breeze asked, "So did you
mean what you said last night?"

Smiling, I said, "I don't remember what I said last night."

"About liking girls."

My eyes widened.  "What?"

"When I found you, you were going on and on saying, 'I like girls.'
In fact you were yelling it at the top of your lungs."

I froze.  It was true I liked girls.  But nobody knew.  Not my
parents, not my brother, not even my best friend Melanie.

Breeze swam closer to me.  "It's okay," she said.  "I like girls too."

"You do?"

She smiled.  "That's why I came over to talk to you.  But then I
realized you were on a bad trip, and when I asked you said you'd lost
the people you were with.  You kept saying you liked girls and you had
to find your brother so your dad didn't kill you."  Breeze chuckled.
"So I took you back to my tent to get you out of the rain and
somewhere safe where you could sleep it off."

All I said to that was, "Oh."

"So I was just wondering if that was the acid talking or if you really
do like girls."

I bit my lip.  There was an out presented to me here, I could just
blame the acid.  But looking at Breeze, something told me I shouldn't
lie.  Now whether or not that was my brain or my libido talking I
can't say for sure.  Probably both.

Smiling, I said, "I like girls."

Swimming closer, Breeze said, "Do you like me?"

As an answer, I quickly closed the distance between us and kissed her
on the lips.  It was only a quick peck, but then Breeze kissed me
back, and soon our tongues were involved.  It was my first kiss ever,
and it was nothing like I expected.  I'd seen others kiss, girls and
boys I went to school with, but I never imagined it felt like that.

Suddenly I felt Breeze's hands on my sides, her fingers running up and
down my hips.  I did the same to her, and then she pulled me into a
hug.  We continued kissing for a while, until Breeze pulled back and
we moved into a more shallow area where we were up to our hips in the
water.  Then Breeze started kissing my neck, moving down slowly until
she got to my left breast.  She kissed all around it and then started
licking my nipple.  My head went back and I moaned.  She started
sucking my nipple, lightly at first until she began to suck more of
the breast around it into her mouth.  As we stood there, the feeling
of the water as it slid between my legs and tickled my pussy lips
added to the incredible new sensation I was feeling.  Many a time I'd
lay in bed at home and played with my breasts, but having someone else
touching them, and even better licking and sucking them, was the most
far out sensation I'd ever felt.

I put my hand to the back of her neck and caressed her hair.  She
moved to my other breast and gave that one the same treatment.
Finally she came face to face with me and we kissed again for a while,
until I started kissing down Breeze's neck and made my way to her
treasures.  I tried to repeat what she had done to me, kissing the
globe all over before licking and sucking at the nipple.  I heard
Breeze moan and that gave me a charge of excitement.  The taste of her
skin and the smell of my saliva became intoxicating.  And the sounds
of nature around us and the feel of the open air on my body made it
just a little weird.

Suddenly Breeze grabbed both sides of my head and pulled me up.  "I
need you now!"

I started to say, "But I you have me!" as she took me by the hand and
led me quickly to shore.  We came to a tree and Breeze turned and sat
down at the base of it.  She positioned me so I was lying on my
stomach on the grass, and she opened her legs and revealed her pussy
to me.  I looked at her pink privates and brought my face close,
smelling her scent.  Using one hand to move some of her necklace out
of the way, I brought the other between her legs and moved a finger up
and down her slit.  Breeze moaned and so I kept doing it.  She looked
down at me and said, "Lick me, please."

I was a little hesitant at first, but slowly I stuck out my tongue and
gave a lick.  Her taste was tart, and I licked again.  She let out a
loud gasp.  So I kept doing it until I had a rhythm going.  I worked
all around her folds, licking up and down and left and right and even
diagonal.  Once I went to the top and hit her clit she went wild.  Her
hand went to the back of my head and she pulled me into it, so I
licked and sucked until she started shaking and yelling and calling
out my name.  It was both strange and exciting to hear my name called
out in the midst of sexual passion, and a hell of an improvement over
the anger and distain it usually got treated with at home and at
school.

"That was so fucking good," Breeze said, sounding all kinds of
exhausted.  I got up on my knees in front of her, and she put her
hands on either side of my face and drew me in for a kiss.  I could
still taste her pussy in my mouth, and it occurred to me that she must
taste it too as we kissed.

We switched positions and when her tongue first touched my pussy it
was like an electric current zapped my system.  She was incredible.
Her tongue danced on my vaginal lips as my vocal lips parted and let
out a high-pitched squeal.  And I thought getting high felt good!
Breeze pushed her tongue into my slit and moved it in and out like I
had done with my finger when I masturbated.  My head snapped back and
I moaned.  I looked at the river and the trees and saw a bird fly by.
Then I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.  A frog sat on a
rock a few feet away, staring at us.  I smiled, wondering what was
going through his little head concerning the spectacle before him.
Either he was thinking, "What the fuck are these two doing?" or maybe,
"I gotta find me a lady toad!"

Breeze's tongue moved up to my clit and she played with it, batting it
back and forth and then licking up and down in fast motions.  She'd
suck on it and my moans turned to yells.  I felt the orgasm building
in my system, slowly creeping up as the muscles in my stomach and legs
jerked and my toes curled.  My back arched, my head fell back and I
could see the branches above blowing in the breeze as I took in a deep
breath, letting it out as a loud cry as I experienced my first non
self-administered orgasm.

I closed my eyes and slumped back against the tree.  Arms slid around
me, and when I opened my eyes Breeze way lying next to me, cuddling up
against my body.  "Was that your first time?" she asked.

I smiled.  "Yeah.  Thanks."

"Groovy," she said.


We got dressed and grabbed my clothes, which were not dry but dryer,
before we got back to the tents.  Breeze said it was originally
supposed to be four of them coming out for the concert, but her
girlfriend had broken up with her a few days earlier and Breeze
figured it was her loss.  I realized her loss was truly my gain.

When we got back the music had started and Kyle and Coral had grabbed
some food for all of us because the tents where they served it kept
running out.  We ate and then I went into the tent to change back into
my skirt and T-shirt.  When I got back out Breeze, Kyle and Coral were
smoking a bowl and they asked if I wanted some.  So I sat down and got
high.  I loved being high.  Not just because it was such a great
feeling, but because that was when I felt most at peace, most
confident, and most in touch with the world around me.  Usually I felt
crazy, with the world around me and the people always trying to push
me around, like my parents, my teachers, and every other adult I
knew.  But when I was high none of that mattered.  I was able to think
clear.  And what I realized once I felt high was that I needed to find
the people I'd come there with.

I mentioned this to the people I was currently with, and Breeze told
the others she was going to come help me.  Before we left she went
into the tent and came out with something in her hand.  "Here," she
said.  "This is for you."

It was a silver jingle bell anklet.  I smiled and said, "I can't take
this.  It's yours."

"Yes you can.  I made it."

I looked at the piece, and it looked like professional ones I'd seen
in stores.  "Seriously?"

She nodded shyly.  "I make all the jewelry I wear."

"This is really nice work."  I leaned down and put it around my right
ankle.  We walked barefoot and every time I took a step my anklet made
a sound.  Breeze joked that this way no one would ever loose me
again.

We got to the section of tents where the Hog Farmers, a group from a
commune in New Mexico, had set up to distribute food and help people
through bad acid trips.  I spoke to some cat who said he could arrange
an announcement from the stage to have them meet me somewhere
specific, like near the toilets or one of the tents.  But I didn't
want to spend the whole concert waiting somewhere, and I certainly
didn't want Breeze to waste her experience there because she felt like
she had to help me.  So Breeze suggested I say a specific time as
well, that way we could enjoy the concert and just try to find him
between acts.  I knew my brother wanted to see Santana, so I told the
guy to have them announce that I'd meet him by the Hog Farmer's place
after Santana.

We went back and hung out with Kyle and Coral for a while.  I found
out they'd been a couple for a year and went to school with Breeze.
They all told me about San Francisco and it sounded like an amazing
place.  Cool people, cool places to hang out, cool things to do.  Sit-
ins, love-ins, peace rallies, everything I'd wanted take part in.  It
was the epicenter of the counter culture movement, the exact opposite
of the town I was living in.  I asked about what I'd heard on the news
about the hippie movement having died there, but they said it was only
in '67 when too many people came.  Now it was back to equilibrium and
things were good.  They told me I should come out to visit them
sometime, and I said I'd love to.  I spent the next few minutes
dreaming about going out there to visit, or maybe even live there
someday.

Just then we heard the announcement for Nathan or Cheri or Melanie to
meet Cathy by the Hog Farmer's tent after Santana performed.  We
watched Santana and he was amazing.  But I also kept looking around
for my brother or Cheri or Melanie in the faces around us, and also
anyone who passed by.  But it was no luck.  When Santana finished
Breeze came with me to the meet point.  A while went by and there was
nothing, no Nathan or Cheri or Melanie.

Finally Breeze came up with the idea to go in the tent and ask if any
of them had come in sick.  She figured if the acid did me wrong so
maybe it was bad for them as well.  I was afraid of finding out that
was true, afraid that something worse had happened to them.  We went
and asked, and found out they had been in there.  Apparently Cheri had
been flipping out and they ended up taking her to a hospital.

I was freaked at this point, and totally unsure of what to do.  But
deep down I knew what I had to do.  Call home.  There were phones
available, but there were also lines to get to them.  Again, Breeze
was great and said she'd wait with me.

When I finally got to a phone I dialed home and was totally surprised
Nathan answered.

"You're home?  I've been trying to find you!"

"Melanie and I drove back last night."

"What happened?"

"That acid happened.  We all felt like crap, but Cheri started
freaking and they took her to the hospital."

"I heard.  How is she?"

"She's okay now.  It's you and me we should be worried about."

I heard my father's voice yelling in the background.  There was a
rustling of the phone and then his voice saying, "Catherine, you are
in serious trouble little lady.  You're going to walk to someplace
where I can pick you up!  Now a few miles from there..."

He started going on about a place he found on the map away from all
the roadblock of the show.  I sighed.  This whole trip was blown and I
was in deep shit.  More than likely I was going to spend my entire
senior year of high school grounded.  And I couldn't imagine my
parents letting me go away to college after this, they would make me
go somewhere local so they could keep an eye on me.  They were big on
control, and they hated that I was getting more and more out of their
control.  But now I'd screwed up big, which gave them the excuse to
come down hard.  My life was over until I was twenty-two, and going to
San Francisco was going to be a pipe dream until then.

I looked at Breeze and she gave me a sweet, supportive smile.  I
didn't want to leave her.  Why should I?  Then suddenly I realized I
had control of right now.  Nathan and the others were safe.  I was on
my own, and it was time for me to take charge.  If my parents were
going to have control of my life after this, then I was going to have
this last bit of fun right now, at this concert, and with this girl in
front of me.

Dad finished his directions.  "And you're to start heading there right
now."

"No," I said.

"What?" he screamed so loud that I had to briefly hold the phone away
from my ear.

"I said no.  I'm here now and I'm fine.  I'll call you when the
concert's over and you can pick me up then."

My dad yelled, "Who do you think you're talking to?"

Calmly I said, "Nobody," and hung up the phone.

Breeze stood there wide-eyed.  "What the hell happened?"  I told her.
She smiled and said, "You are fucking incredible!"  She hugged me and
I hugged back.

By the time we got back to the tent Canned Heat was on.  It was
getting around that the concert had made the national news, that WE
had made the national news.  All of us here having a good time and
showing unity, showing the world (and hopefully, my parents) that we
weren't just some small movement.  To celebrate this I broke out some
of my weed and we all smoked again.  We even shared with some people
next to us, and they shared some acid with us.  I was worried at
first, told them what happened to me earlier.  They said this acid was
safe, so I decided to roll with it.

The Grateful Dead took the stage and halfway through their set we
started peaking.  This trip was much better, and I had a great time.
We all danced and sang along and talked with people we'd never met
before.  After that was Creedence Clearwater Revival.  I'd never been
a big fan of them but enjoyed enough of what they did.  Who I really
wanted to see were the two women I had crushes on, Janis Joplin and
Grace Slick from Jefferson Airplane.  Breeze wanted to see them too.

During Janis' set I looked around and realized guys had their shirts
off, walking around half naked.  How sexist, I thought to myself.  Why
shouldn't I be able to do the same thing?  So I took off my T-shirt,
and took off my bra.  There I was standing around topless through a
crowd of thousands of people.  The others looked at me and Breeze
yelled, "You are a wild child!"  Then everybody else took off their
tops, including Coral and Kyle.

Sly and the Family Stone rocked the place.  After their set I noticed
Kyle and Coral weren't around.  The flap of their tent was closed
whereas before it had been open.  Breeze came up and whispered in my
ear, "Want to be alone for a while?"

I turned and smiled and she took me by the hand and led me into the
tent.  She took off her shorts and lying down naked on her sleeping
bag, she looked like one of those beautiful goddesses out of Greek
myth.  I took off my skirt and fell into her arms.  We kissed and
fondled and played with each other.  She kissed and licked my whole
body from head to toes, and I did the same to her.  We took turns down
on each other, grinding out orgasms of wild passion as sounds of The
Who came from the stage.  The acid was still going strong and I saw
this blue glow around Breeze.  After what seemed like an eternity I
drifted off to sleep.

I don't think I slept very long because I could still feel the acid
when I woke up.  Breeze was cuddled up behind me and I loved the feel
of her breasts against my back.  Laying there for a while I enjoyed
the feeling of being there, of having someone to share it with, of
having someone to share my passion and love with.  Breeze pulled my
hair back and started giving little kisses on my neck.  I turned over
and we started making out again.  She broke the kiss and asked, "Do
you know what a sixty-nine is?"

I smiled.  "The current year?"

Breeze laughed.  I loved the sound of it and wanted to make her do it
all the time.  Then I thought about how I'd only be able to see her
until Monday.  After that we were going back home, living on different
coasts.  I felt bad thoughts coming, and then the acid amplifying
whatever came along.  I shut my eyes tight and pushed them out.  Enjoy
the moment, I thought, enjoy the now.

"What's wrong?" Breeze asked as she put her hand to the side of my
face.

I opened my eyes and smiled.  "Nothing.  What's a sixty-nine?"

"Lie on your back."

I did and Breeze straddled my face, her pussy inches from my mouth.
Then she leaned forward so she was lying across my body.  I felt her
arms come under my hips and her hands pulled apart my pussy.  I heard
her say, "You do me and I do you, at the same time."

I smiled.  Thinking of the numbers next to each other, 69.  A perfect
fit.  I laughed.

Breeze started licking me.  I moaned and brought my hands over her
buttocks so I could pull her open more.  My tongue went to work and we
pleasured each other, pausing every once in a while to moan
encouragements.

Suddenly I heard a male voice say, "Hey Paul?"

I heard a woman outside say, "Derek, that's not his tent!"

A guy with a long shaggy beard and dark hair had opened the flap and
was staring in at us with wide eyes.  "Holy...far out!"

Breeze looked up and with an annoyed tone spouted, "How about get
out!"

"Sorry," the guy said as he retreated and closed the flap behind him.

Breeze laughed.  "Okay," she said, "Back to work!"

We went at it, and at one point Breeze reached back with her hand and
played with the area above where I was licking.  I looked up and
thought about anatomy class.  I realized she was playing with her
anus.  I thought it was weird but didn't want to say anything.  We
kept going and came several times.  I couldn't take anymore and told
her we needed to stop.  She turned over and we lay in each other's
arms for a while.

Suddenly I heard "The Other Side Of This Life" playing.

"It's the Airplane!" I exclaimed and rushed out of the tent, not
stopping to put on clothes.  Breeze followed me out, equally naked.
We stood there and watched the performance.  Kyle and Coral came out
of their tent naked as well.  We passed a joint and sang along, and
sang every word of the last two songs, "Somebody to Love" and "White
Rabbit" at the top of our lungs.

On Sunday we bathed in the river again and I was less conscious of my
nudity at this point.  We bathed around others.  Of course that meant
Breeze and I keeping our hands off of each other.  While some other
people had sex openly we didn't notice any same sex couples.  Later we
also managed to score some food.  After smoking some more we watched
some great performances by bands like Country Joe and the Fish,
Mountain, Blood, Sweat & Tears, Ten Years After, Crosby, Stills, Nash
& Young.

Breeze and I caught some sleep during The Band, and cuddling there
with her she asked me, "Are you okay."

"Yeah, why?"

She put her hand on my shoulder.  "Sometimes when you look at me, you
look sad."

I sighed.  "I don't want this to end."

"A concert like this can't go on forever."

"Oh, I know that.  Besides, I wouldn't want to live out here forever.
The mud alone!"  We laughed.  "No, I don't care if the concert ends.
I don't want us to end."

She didn't answer, just hugged me tighter.  I realized I felt love for
Breeze, and I wanted to tell her.  But how could I?  We'd just met
yesterday.  I barely knew her.  She'd think I was crazy.

And yet it was how I felt.  I couldn't deny it and I couldn't try not
to feel it.  Somehow I knew we were kindred souls.  But I held my
tongue out of fear.  Not just the fear of how she'd react, but also
fear of the disappointment it would cause if she felt the same way.
In a matter of hours I had to go home, and chances are I wouldn't be
allowed to come out and play for a very long time.

The last acts went into Monday morning, and many people had already
started to leave.  It was so weird that a few hours ago this thing
felt like it had a momentum that would never stop, and now it felt
like it was petering out, like a party gone on too long.  By the time
Hendrix took the stage the audience was dwindling, but he still played
an incredible set.  I got the feeling all of us who were still there
were all milking it for every last moment.  But finally it was over.

Breeze again waited with me on the line for the phones, and this time
she was holding my hand.  When we got there I dialed home and as I did
I felt a tear rolling down my cheek.

"Hello?" my father answered.

"It's me daddy."

"Don't you 'daddy' me," he immediately started.  "I had to take a day
off of work so I can come get you."  Then he started going on about
how much trouble I was in.

But I was barely listening to him.  My attention was on Breeze.  She
stood there looking at me, and the sadness was apparent in her face.
I thought about how I wanted to tell her that I loved her, and
somehow, I just got the feeling that she wanted to say it to me too.

But instead, in barely a whisper, she said, "Come home with me."

"What?" I said.

I heard my father say in frustration, "I just said..." But the phone
dropped away from my face.  I wasn't asking him.

Breeze took a breath and more confidently said, "Come back to Frisco
with me."

I smiled and she smiled back.  Putting the phone back to my mouth I
said, "Dad, forget it."

"Forget what?"

"Dad, I'm going to live in..." then I realized how bad an idea that
was.  "Dad, I'm going away to live with someone.  I'll be in touch."

He yelled, "What the hell are you ..." but I had hung up the phone.  I
ran into Breeze's arms.  We kissed and didn't care who saw it.

We met back up with Kyle and Coral and told them the good news.  As we
walked out of the field towards Coral's car, I turned and took one
last look at the muddy field that had been the site of my revolution.
I was at Woodstock.  The year was 1969.  My name is Cathy McConnell.
And I'm on the way to San Francisco and my new life.


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