Linda Hall stood, shaking her head as she had so many times in the past. Her boss was persistent, but she was not about to change her mind, this time or any other. Once again she wished she knew what it was about her that made him and so many of the other men in the office ask her out on dates. Their requests for dates always appeared innocent enough, but she knew better. "No, I can't, Mr. Williams," she said once more.
Karl Williams leaned back in his oversized chair, his eyes feasting on the lush figure of his blonde secretary. What he saw was reason enough to not let another "no" discourage him. Petite, she had a flowing walk with her hips undulating in a free way under her dress. Above her narrow trim waist, her breasts loomed large and exquisitely shaped. And they, too, seemed to undulate and shake in a jellied way when she walked. Since her figure was so well-formed, so firm and youthful, she never wore girdles or anything more than panties, bra, and a garter belt. And it showed in her every high-heeled step!
Her face was pretty, with a pert snub nose and wide sensuous lips. Karl knew instinctively that she had to be fantastic in bed, and he was willing to try anything to get her there. "Is it a jealous lover?" he said, though he was convinced she had no steady boyfriend. She blushed hearing the word "lover", but then quickly denied such a relationship by shaking her head.
"With the long weekend, I'm sure my son has plans, Mr. Williams. I wouldn't want to commit myself to anything that might spoil them," she said firmly. For the other men in the office she wouldn't bother to make any excuses, but with her boss it had to be different. She folded her steno pad in hope of bringing the conversation to a finish, but Karl Williams persisted.
"You should think about yourself, too," he said quietly, but he wanted to yell at her and demand it. He wanted to go and lock the office door and take her in his arms and rip the damned dress off and caress her and feel her nakedly voluptuous little body underneath him, all hot and wiggling, eager to be fucked.
It seemed it was always her son Rick that stood in the way of Karl getting her out, even for an innocent cup of coffee. Her having a son, a sixteen year old son, was unbelievable, and Karl had thought the boy was her brother the day they were introduced. Linda Hall just didn't appear old enough to have a sixteen year old son.
"If there's nothing more, Mr. Williams, I'll get this letter typed," she said curtly, and turned to go. She knew exactly how far she could go with him, and felt safe in her near rudeness.
Her boss shifted forward in his large chair, signaling an end to his efforts to date her, for that day at least. "Thank you, Miss Hall," he intoned, with emphasis on the "Miss".
Linda didn't like using her son Rick as an excuse to turn down dates, but countless times the boy had proved to be the best and easiest. And she had long ago learned to ignore the social stigma of being an unwed mother. The truth was simply that she was scared.
Men had often appeared to Linda as animals, brutes, unfeeling lechers who wanted nothing more than her still young and ripe body. She dressed to hide her lush figure and discovered it was an impossibility; the more she tried to hide her large fully fleshed breasts, the more she drew attention to them; the more she tried to control her walk, the more studied and provocative it became.
Despite her thoughts and aims, she radiated a natural sensualness, a deep, heated, milky kind of sexuality. To see Linda in a miniskirt, to see her long shapely legs and full curving thighs, only conjured a vision of what was hidden under her skirt – up there between her legs; to think of her hips encased in silken little panties and her naked buttocks and her downy golden pubic hair made a man positive her sweetly perfumed vaginal lips were prominent and pinkly moist… all ready, eager to receive a long, hard cock.
Indeed, she had a way of walking – when she wanted to – that allowed her vaginal lips to rub together in a softly lubricated way that excited her clitoris which would swell and send tingles of pleasure coursing through her entire body. She was a natural "tease", a body so well built and proportioned that no man in his right mind would pass her by without a long lustful look.
It had been like that for her since an early age, a condition that had led her parents to be overprotective and restrictive. For a vibrant young girl just blossoming into life, such dominance can be hell. She was defiant as a young girl, seeking more of life than the planned lessons and activities of her parents provided her. Her defiance, one warm spring afternoon of her sixteenth year, led to the incident that left her life changed while creating the fearful attitude she currently held toward men.
It had been one of those rare days in San Francisco when the sun shone hot and clear; the kind of day when nothing can keep an adventuresome girl indoors; and Linda was supposed to be attending a choir rehearsal. Feeling her parents would be none the wiser, she had decided to go to the park instead, and her plan had proved to be disastrous.
The greens and yellows of the park were like vibrant signs of awakening spring, and she had wandered aimlessly, absorbing the warmth of the colors from the earth. The park was cut by few roads, but instead was crisscrossed by numerous trails and paths that led to and around all of the abundant glories of nature. Each turn was a discovery of something wonderful; and finding herself by a small, clear pond, Linda wandered off the trail to become more intimate with the earth. It was warm; her heart beat rhythmically; she was sixteen and more aware of her blossoming womanhood than ever before in her life.
At the far side of the pond stood a pair of Grecian-like columns, apparently placed there to reflect in the clear water of the pond, but poplar trees and dense foliage had grown up around them, making the columns barely visible. It was near the base of those pillars, in a small opening between the thick bushes, that Linda had lain down to feel the warmth of the afternoon sun…
Lying back and looking up, she saw the white columns towering skyward like lofty sentinels guarding her very private world below. And she felt alone, as in the first Biblical garden; a woman one with nature. The rays of the sun penetrated her clothes, caressing her youthful body with its sensual warmth, and the tingling of her smooth white skin seemed to speak to her, pleading and begging to be set free of its cover.
She was excited by the thought of being totally naked there in the park, and she looked around slowly, reassuring herself of complete privacy. Then, her excitement growing with each passing second, she sat up, pulling her dress off over her head. Her brassiere came next; then her shoes and stockings. And finally, thrilled by her own actions, she slowly slipped the sheer nylon panties away from her ripely rounded buttocks and over her thighs until she sat on the warm grass free of all her ugly, confining garments.
She felt as though she was totally naked for the first time there in the surroundings of nature, open and exposed to the life-giving sun.
She lay back again, this time feeling the coarse leaves of the earth touching her naked young flesh and stirring in her a new excitation, as if a thousand tiny fingers were brushing against her nerves. And her heartbeat quickened, sending her blood pulsating through her newly awakened body, warming, stimulating, making her want to caress herself everywhere.
She felt a familiar itching deep within her vagina, a sensation she experienced on the few occasions she had been to school dances with boys, only this time the feeling was more intense – more demanding. After the dances, when she was home and in bed, she had touched herself with her hands and fingers, and she had even probed into her moistly excited pussy to relieve the terrible itch. Afterwards, after she had achieved her puny little orgasm, she would always feel guilty, as she had been taught to believe sex was horribly wrong and dirty. But that afternoon, lying nakedly there in the park in the warm sun, she again wanted to fondle her body, and she was convinced the pleasures it would bring her were right and deserved. It was the setting: the scent, touch, feel and sounds of nature all around her, that made her more aware of her sexuality… and anything she might do to herself could be only good.
The palms of her hands were warm as she placed them against her curving hips, and she drew them up along the narrow dip of her waist, languishing in the sensual feel of her own naked flesh. Reaching the full, raised mounds of her breasts, she cupped her hands over the tips; the brownish-pink buds of her erect little nipples were already hard and sensitive. She pinched them between thumbs and forefingers, thrilling in the contact as the wanton heat in her groin seemed to rage out of control. Her long legs were spread slightly apart, and she raised them up and out wider. The thought that she was so open and nakedly exposed to the earth made her arousal heighten to an overpowering sense of urgency, and she released her hold of her budding right breast, running her hand down over the smooth flat plane of her belly until her fingertips touched the wispy beginnings of her pubic hairs. The lips of her hungry young vagina moistly flared with the nearness of her fingers as the heat of her loins surpassed that from the sun. Her overly sensitive little clitoris throbbed a tingling message to her brain: Touch me, pinch me, please!
Rhapsodic with the fire in her belly, she slid her outstretched middle finger into the soft, hair-lined slit of her virginal pussy spreading the spongy flesh apart to bare the quivering knob of her lust-inflamed clitoris. And she began to massage it, sending agonizing pleasures coursing through her wantonly writhing young body.
She never dreamed that her lewd finger-fucking of herself was being observed. The sailor had noticed her as she was wandering along the trail, and he had followed her from a distance, seeing even from there that she was finely built and sensual. When she had turned off the trail by the pond, he had cut around through the foliage and come up behind the small clearing by the white columns. He remained hidden in the dense bushes when he saw her lie down on the grass and stare up at the sky. Being unobserved as he was, he had already mentally undressed her several times before she suddenly sat up and began to actually take her clothes off. His rapidly awakening penis lurched in his pants as he watched her strip naked – setting her clothes casually aside, and then lying back in the grass again.
The sight drove him crazy, and he felt his painfully throbbing cock growing hard and bigger than ever before as he took in each detail of her sensually curving figure. Her head of long blonde hair splayed out on the grass, framing a sleek wild face with a touch of red lipstick and large blue eyes. She wore little makeup, but it was right for her kind of face. Her nose was slim and tilted up at the end in a pert kind of lewdness that was heightened by her aroused smile and the way the tip of her pink tongue licked at her wetly parted lips, moistening them.
She was more than just naked; she was brazen the way she lay on the grass as if waiting for some imaginary lover to descend upon her.
His eye traveled down over her long elegant neck, his breath coming hard through his nostrils as he crouched in the bushes, staring. Her bare shoulders were well shaped and soft, and he liked the way her collarbone jutted out.
Her naked young breasts were big and full and sprawled in a provocative way, and the nipples were distended and shaped like bullets, tipped upward. There was a fine sheen to her skin where her cleavage began. He could imagine his hands all over her ripely full breasts and, as he shuddered with excitement and started unbuttoning his pants to release his rigidly erect cock to get it in a more comfortable position, he thought of his lips and hungry mouth closing over those nipples and sucking on them and feeling her nakedly writhing body under him.
Her body! Jesus! Beneath her half-moon breasts was the delicately curving configuration of her rib cage, and her taut little stomach was unblemished – rounded provocatively. His eye traveled down, down, and he saw the jutting protruding mound of Venus covered with sparse, softly curling blonde hair.
And there, there at the apex, the center, where her thighs and pubic hair met her torso, there in detail was her beautifully prominent cunt. And she was excited! He could clearly see the puffy pink folds of her vaginal lips under the hair as they framed the entrance to her delectable young pussy. Her legs were spread wide enough that he could see her wetly glistening slit, a bright pink mouth among the pubic hairs. He narrowed his eyes and could see the nib of her clitoris glittering with an expectant moistness.
"Christ," he said softly, really not believing what he was witnessing, for the girl had begun to caress her lush body, and it was more than he could stand to hide in the bushes and just watch. His long, throbbing cock was aching with excitement, and he began to stroke it as he saw her hand moving to her ripely firm breast and then snake down unashamedly to her tight young cunt. He would wait, wait until she was really fired up and hot, and then he would run over and fuck her until she couldn't walk for a week!
Warm passion juice flowed from between the hair-covered lips of her moistly quivering vagina as she stroked and rubbed the hardened bud of her clitoris. For the first time Linda didn't find the pleasures that were tearing through her body strange, but felt the overwhelming animal heat as natural and wonderful. And it was demanding even more! Her belly trembled and quivered from her forbidden caresses, and she arched her back off the ground, wantonly writhing and wiggling under the rhythmic movement of her outstretched finger. She pushed her long, tapering digit down hard, slipping it along the softly moistened flesh until the tip closed over the mouth of her innermost being, and curving it downward, she tucked the end inside her tight little cuntal passage, teasing the narrow channel until she could hold back no longer.
Her middle finger sliced between her wide-spread pussy lips like a knife through butter; probing the warm liquid depths of her passion inflamed cunt its full length. The palm of her hand was pressing flat against the curvature of her virgin mound, and her erectly gleaming clitoris pulsated against it, quaking with her desire. Her middle finger seesawed in and out of her passion-drenched cunt as her hips rolled back and forth in an eager hunger. With her other hand she pinched and pulled outward on the tips of her breasts, generating more fire and heat in the hollowed pit of her shaking belly. Her eyes rolled upward, staring unseeing at the tall white columns thrust at the sky, and her wetly quivering tongue flickered over her red lips as her mind was consumed in her passion.
It was only then that she realized someone was standing near, and she froze and flushed from her fright and embarrassment. It had taken her a moment to focus her eyes on the man in the sailor uniform, as the first thing she noticed was the huge, massively erect penis that pointed straight out from the open front of his pants.
The blunt, purple head was throbbing with urgency as his hand stroked the long, rigid pole lined with blood-filled veins. His lust-narrowed eyes looked wild as he stared down between her raised legs to where her hand and fingers covered her virgin mound. She knew immediately, without doubt, that she was going to be raped and that there was no one who might help her. But she screamed anyway!
He was upon her in a flash, his hand coming down over her open mouth as his hips trapped her legs apart. "Shut-up girl, or I'll kill ya!" he grunted directly into her ear, and the tone of his voice told her he meant it.
She wanted to cry, to plead with the assailant, but everything happened too quickly for her to even catch her breath. His hard, wildly throbbing penis was pushed across the wet slit of her tight little virginal vagina, and its full fleshy length pulsated like some mindless monster coiling to strike as the weight of his body held her helplessly pinned to the ground. He was panting, and his breath was foul with the stench of liquor; but when he took his hand from her mouth, his lips were there to replace it. She gasped as he thrust his wetly quivering tongue into her mouth and his hand cruelly squeezed on her breasts, making her whimper with pain. And that was only the beginning! In a moment he was voraciously sucking on her ripely budding breasts, drawing the distended nipples up into his hot mouth and biting hard on them. She started to scream again, but his warning was still on her mind, so she only sobbed and rolled her head from side to side in futile silent protest.
The sailor raised up, saliva dripping from his leering lips as he fought to get his pants pushed down around his knees with one hand, while he kept the other at her throat, ominously. Linda trembled and coughed, knowing now there was nothing to be done. His mouth was set in a permanent sneer-like grin that made her wonder if she was going to live whether she screamed or not; and as he positioned himself between her wide-spread thighs, she thought only to appease him… to live! His only thought was to hammer his lust hungry cock into her tight little cunt.
Gripping the thick, heatedly throbbing penis with one hand, he guided the blunted head toward the wet opening between her quivering pussy lips, and once there, he pushed his hips forward, anxiously trying to bury his long hard length inside. "OOoohh, please! I'm a virgin! You're hurting meeeee!" The pain gave Linda the courage to plead with him, but she stopped abruptly when his hand struck a stinging blow across her face. When he thrust hard forward with his hips again, she thought she was going to pass out. The lubricating fluid that her fingering of her own vagina had brought forth made his entry at first much less painful than she believed, but then as he plummeted deeper into her hopelessly stretched pussy, she felt certain she was being ripped in half.
"Oh, fuck, you're a tight little cunt," the sailor groaned as the thick head of his cock was wetly gripped by her vaginal mouth. He stared down at her hair-covered mound, seeing the pink pussy lips stretched wide by his thick pulsating hardness, and he lunged again – driving deeper up into the moistly cringing virginal passage. Linda thought it would never end as he thrust inch by agonizing inch into her heated belly; and when she felt she couldn't possibly take any more, he shoved forward driving even deeper into her. Then, finally, her abdomen rippling with pain, she felt the bushy tips of his pubic hair brushing her inner thighs. It was all she could do to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs.
The rest didn't last very long. Her assailant kept groaning over and over again, "Oh, fuck! What a cunt!" And he wildly drove his long hard cock in and out of her, the spongy purple head striking deep within her belly. She could only whimper and sob in response – visions of her damnation whirling through her mind as her naked young body was ruthlessly raped by the drunken, lust-insane sailor.
She didn't want to look at him, but her fear and shame made her keep her eyes open; and she hopelessly stared up at the cruelly leering face above her as her tender young cunt was plundered with a quickening fury. The brutal sailor gripped her long blonde hair with one hand, pulling her head up from the ground and shouted, "Look, chick! Look at my prick!" And through tear-blurred eyes she saw his hard wetly glistening penis buried into her young body. Even as she watched, horrified, she saw his long shaft pulling slickly back out until only the very tip remained inside. The silky blonde strands of her pubic hair were matted down with moisture, clearly outlining the pinkly flushed flesh of her ravaged young vagina, and he drove into her so hard that his groin slammed against her with a thud, and her eyes watered so much she could no longer see.
He groaned once, then again, as he fell forward with the full weight of his body pressing into her nakedly heaving young breasts. His grinding motions became jerky and quick as his elongated penis made vicious thrusts into her wetly sucking cunt. Deep in her belly the head of his ramming cock seemed to swell up to an impossible size, filling her until she thought she would burst apart from the pressure, and she moaned her agony of sexual fire that ripped through her body, "Oooohhh, please, oooohhhhh!"
His body seemed to consume her every part, for her neck tensed where it had been savagely nipped with his teeth; her breasts were squeezed by his weight, and her long legs high and forced out wide around his hips as her ex-virgin cunt was pierced and battered by his lusting, hammering cock. Spasms gripped her belly as he suddenly drove to an absolute maximum depth in her painfully stretched pussy, and his head went up as his back arched in a great curve… just at the moment the fire raged from the lust-swollen tip of his wildly jerking penis.
Sperm shot into her wetly cringing young womb like molten lava from a volcano; squirting out again and again as he shrieked his climax through tightly gritted teeth. And Linda groaned as her belly sizzled with the heated liquid – sharp, burning, stabbing bolts of white fire; never-ending.
He raised up, finally, the cruelly leering wide grin still cutting across his sweaty face, and she knew that it was over and done. Fearing for her life, she remained frozen and quiet, as he hovered over her, his breath coming in hot gasps, like a devil-dragon from hell.
Later, it was the sight of the sailor's smirking face that had stayed with Linda like a horrible nightmare, not the actual rape itself. He had left her there naked in the clearing as he found her, save for one important difference. Her virginity was gone, but in its place he had left a seed implanted; a seed that was to grow in her belly and give her a child. Rick!
She had been able to pull herself together quickly enough to make her way home before her mother and father would become suspicious of her lateness. This she was grateful for, for in her fear, she had absolutely no intention of telling her parents what had happened. Doing so would mean admitting she was where she shouldn't have been, and though it was possible for her to lie about her state of dress at the time, if the sailor was picked up, there would certainly be conflicting stories. Her only choice was to act as if nothing had happened – that she had been at the choir rehearsal.
What she had not counted on was her pregnancy!
Linda ignored the early signs of her pregnancy like she could actually wish such an event away, and this fact made it all the more difficult for her to explain when it could no longer be hidden. It was nearly five months after the incident in the park when the confrontation with her parents occurred, and in spite of her frightened, sincerely abject, tearful confessions, her story never really sounded believable. While she wasn't physically thrown out of her home, she did become a mental outcast, and her life with her parents became increasingly difficult as her due date drew near. It had been arranged for her to go to a home for unwed mothers, and after Rick was born, Linda decided she could not return home. With money saved for college expenses, she struggled on her own for a year; and when the baby was old enough to be taken to a sitter, she got a job as a file clerk with a company south of San Francisco. She worked hard, going to a secretarial school at night, and eventually she got a good paying job as an executive secretary. Through it all she avoided any kind of contact with her family, though not because they hadn't believed her about the rape. It was her guilty feelings, feelings she carried with her all the time, for in the back of her mind she knew that she had almost enjoyed that brutal rape by the sailor.
Thus, Linda put sex and men out of her mind, looking upon both as crude and brutal and dirty. She never dated men, but instead devoted her time to improving her professional life and raising her son, Rick, in the best way possible. Everything went along fine – she believed herself happy – until one day she woke up and realized that her son was almost a man… Now in addition to the problems of Karl Williams' persistence about a date, there was Ricky…
With the letter typed and ready to be posted, Linda busied herself with clearing her desk until quitting time. She considered leaving early, what with the long weekend ahead, but after having turned down her boss for the umpteenth time, she felt it wiser not to take advantage.
At five o'clock, to the second, she quietly locked her desk and walked out of the building with the rest of the office staff. Outside, she was pleased that she hadn't been confronted with Karl Williams again, and she ran to her car in case he might be following her. She wanted to get home to her son, and she didn't think she could take anymore of her boss's arguments about why she should go out with him. The three-day weekend was that much sweeter for the fact that she wouldn't be making excuses to him.
Home was a simple and small house in San Bruno – a fifteen minute drive from work, and a source of pride for Linda. She had bought it when Rick was ten, and she had worked hard to make the house comfortable for them. It was in a typical suburban neighborhood and ordinary, but it was the center of her life efforts… the symbol of all that she worked to achieve.
"Rick, I'm home," she called as she entered the house. There was no answer, but she heard the sound of water running and realized that her son was in the shower. She had her coat off and hung in the closet when the running water stopped, and as she walked down the hall toward the kitchen, she called out again while passing the bathroom. "Hi, I'm home!"
"Hey, Mom?"
Linda stopped and turned around as the bathroom door opened, and she saw her handsome young son standing in the hallway, a towel wrapped around his slender waist. His head and broad, muscular shoulders were still wet from the shower, and he had a hopeful gleam in his eyes that she recognized immediately. He was going to ask a favor.
"There's something important I want to talk to you about, Mom…"
"O.K., dear…"
"I'll join you in the kitchen in just a minute," he said smiling, and he hurried back into the bathroom.
Linda smiled, only slightly annoyed by his mysteriousness; and, as she walked to the kitchen to start dinner, she couldn't help thinking about how mature Rick had become. Standing in front of her almost naked, he looked far more man than boy: his shoulders broad, waist narrow, and long muscular legs definitely those of a young man. It was as though he had suddenly grown away from her to enter his own world, a world where he was less dependent on her. That disturbed her! She found herself wishing he hadn't been wearing the towel around his hips so that she could have looked upon his manhood and make sure he was completely normal, but she blushed for having such a shameful thought and quickly put it out of her mind.
Rick, of course, was more mature for his age than Linda wanted to admit, and his handsome, almost rugged, features made him even appear older than sixteen. He had no difficulty passing for eighteen, and there were times he had even succeeded in passing for twenty-one. His good looks had aided him in gaining experience beyond his years, but for his mother, he still feigned more innocence than he possessed.
Linda had food out of the refrigerator and ready to cook by the time Rick joined her in the kitchen, and she was so engrossed in getting dinner ready that she had forgotten that he wanted to talk about something important. "How was school today, dear?" she asked.
"Fine, Mom, fine…" he answered sitting down at the kitchen table, a serious look on his face. "What I wanted to talk about… Well, with this three day weekend: it's a great chance for us to do something different…" He stopped, realizing his mother was hardly listening as she arranged pots on the stove. "Mom, could you hold up a minute? This is important to me!"
She remembered and blushed slightly. "I'm sorry, dear. I'm so hungry, I was wrapped up in the food here." She pushed a pot off the burner, and then smiling at her son, sat down beside him at the table. "Now, what is it again?"
In his most serious voice, Rick started again. "I was thinking, what with this three day weekend, that we should take the opportunity to get away…" He hesitated, "To a place like Big Sur…" Then his words rushing out, "There's a camp where cabins are very reasonable this time of year, and the change of scenery would be nice for a change. It's really beautiful there you know, and the weather forecast says warm and sunny all weekend… It would be great, Mom, really great!"
There was more to it, Linda knew, and she smiled her most motherly smile. "Change of scenery is nice once and a while, but the cost of staying two nights just for that… Well, I don't know." She was teasing him, and enjoying it. "Maybe if we had some friends there? We might find more things of interest…"
Rick leaned forward, elbows on the table, and he grinned sheepishly at his mother. "I got the idea this afternoon. When I was talking to Karen Boyd. She and Mrs. Boyd are going there tonight; and, well, I thought it would be fun if we went too…"
Linda nodded, then stood up to begin fixing dinner again. She had figured it was something like that, and she wasn't about to disappoint her son. Karen was his girlfriend, though an innocent relationship as far as Linda knew, and she, too, came from a one-parent home. Valerie Boyd, Karen's mother, was a divorcee, and Linda had known her since Rick first took her daughter to a school dance. They had become friends because their children dated off and on, but got together only on occasions when they did things with Rick and Karen. These occasions consisted mostly of Sunday afternoon picnics or weekend school events, and they got along well together, though they had little in common. They were both about the same age and living without husbands, but that was where the similarities ended. Valerie Boyd worked as a saleswoman in an exclusive dress shop, and she dated men often, going to places that Linda had only seen from the outside. Yet, if going to nightclubs and expensive restaurants involved dating men, Linda was glad to do without it, while she held nothing against Valerie for what she did. For Linda, the friendship was like being in on the social doings without actually having to participate in them, so going to Big Sur and meeting Valerie there sounded like just another Sunday picnic slightly extended. It would be fun, and it was something she had to do for Rick.
"Well, Mom…? How 'bout it? Can we go?" Rick said anxiously, though he knew his mother rarely refused his requests.
She turned away from the stove, still relishing the chance to tease her son. "That sort of thing takes time to plan," she said, and she was prepared to continue her kidding until she saw the hurt expression on her son's face. "I mean, we couldn't possibly leave tonight… But, how about tomorrow?" And she was pleased by the warm glow of excitement that radiated across the kitchen.
"Oh, that's great, Mom! I mean, I meant tomorrow! Heck, that still gives us two nights there!" he said hurriedly, and he stood up from the table and hugged his pretty mother.
Her heartbeat quickened as she felt her son's hard young body against her, but she turned away immediately, looking in a pot as if the food might be burning. "There's one thing you haven't considered, dear," she said in her most serious tone, but she waited to go on until Rick had again sat down at the table. "Since this is a three day weekend there is a strong possibility the camp will be full… We may not be able to get a cabin!"
"No problem," he said smiling, "Karen's going to have her Mom reserve us a cabin the moment they get there. I figured you'd say O.K." He laughed loudly, and so did his mother.