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her nightgown up so that the tops of the bikini panties could be seen just below the rounded navel.

"Adorable,” Marie breathed. She flicked the light switch and only a dim light from the adjoining bath gave any light into the room. She walked slowly toward Marty and then as their bodies touched . . . she embraced her in a most masculine manner. Her lips sought the inside of the younger girl s lips and began drawing the honey from this thrill- ing contact.

Marty responded with the way of women. Her arms curled gently about Marie's neck and she pressed hersel: close in the tight embrace. The kiss was broken . . . resumed again . . . and broken again. Marty felt hersel: being eased backward on the soft bed and just submitted herself entirely. Her gown was high enough, but the brief panties were pulled down.

Long long afterward the two embraced again and rekindled an inner fire that had to be put out. At last they both slept soundly, locked tightly in each other's arms.

When they awoke it was almost nine A.M.. and both lay staring into each other's eyes. "I had to know Marty` .. Maric said softly. "I couldn't say a definite yes until I knew if I could find satisfaction with you. Now I know. and I can say truthtully: “I love you.`

“You know that I love you Marie. You're not going to make me leave then?"

“I'm not going to permit you to leave,” she answered. “Just lay here in my arms and let me talk about Marie. I've heard your story and now I want you to know why I have never married. Oh I know I'm not a virgin, and that's not my fault either, but I too have been a troubled person."

She sat up and looked down into the pretty eyes, still nicely made up and shining with joy. "Marty I never have been able to attach mysel to any male before. Don't get me wrong. I'm not lesbian either. I've been accused of it plenty, by men who couldn't get what they wanted. The idea of a real woman touching me, intimately I mean, is also re- pulsive.

What I could not stand about men that I dated was their roughness,