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                             Rain
               (FF, light/first bd, rom, outdoors)
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                  (c) Copyright - February 1998
                       All Rights Reserved
                         Crimson Dragon 
                      (dcrimson@yahoo.com)
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The rain poured down, hammering against the roof making a sound like
a million small needles being dropped against a hardwood floor.
Shattering the silence. Almost musical.
Katrina let the leather chair recline behind her, closing her blue
eyes. Listening to the incessant rain drumming overhead. She let
herself slide further into relaxation. Her fingers rested on the
stereo remote, balanced precariously on her bare thigh. Half of her
wanted to listen to soft music. The other half just wanted to listen
to the rain. The stereo remained silent.
She took another sip of the Chardonnay. Letting the wine melt into
her senses. She sighed. Tonight she had to be honest. With herself.
With her lover. It was beyond the time for it.
She sipped from the champagne flute again, listening to the rain.
Waiting. The tension from the week flowing out of her body. The
insane meetings. The arguments. The office politics. The general
level of incompetence in the office. She caught herself before her
blood pressure began to boil off the scale. She was up north, she
gently reminded herself. No office. No idiots. Just her and the soft
rain.
She thought she heard the sound of tires on gravel over the drumming
of the rain. She uncurled herself and rose from the comfortable nest
she'd created in the chair. She walked slowly to the window, her
bare feet pattering across the old floorboards. She parted the heavy
curtains and glanced out at the driveway. More of a set of tracks
through the trees than a driveway, if the truth be told.
The rain was making constant concentric ripples in the puddles. The
sky was low and gray; the afternoon sun dimmed by the intervening
clouds. Just her beat up blue Chevy in the drive. Parked under the
old oak. She could almost hear the heavier drops of water sliding
off the oak leaves and crashing down onto the blue monster. She had
slept in her car enough to know that sound. Raindrops on metal.
She stepped back and let the curtains fall, muting the light still
further inside. She felt warm and dry after her glance at the
outside world. She returned slowly to her chair nest and curled her
long legs back underneath her. She took another sip of the wine and
let her head fall back against the leather. Breathing in the scent
of leather mixed with red wine. She sighed again and continued to
listen to the rain.
Katrina woke with a start. A sound. Something had awakened her
suddenly. But she just couldn't quite tell what it was. Her heart
hammering as though she had just run a marathon, she listened
intently for the slightest sound. Nothing. She began to relax again.
Probably just a chipmunk.
She noticed that the light had dimmed further in the side room where
she had curled herself. Either it had gotten more gloomy outside, or
the afternoon had slipped into evening. She glanced at the clock on
the stereo. Still early afternoon. She hadn't slept long. The soft
rain had increased to a downpour. With an act of will, she managed
to calm her heart; she relaxed again with an effort, listening again
to the rain against the roof.
"How's my beautiful sleepyhead?" a soft voice inquired behind her.
Katrina jumped. She consciously bit her lip to control her panic.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to slowly turn her head,
refusing to whip around like a frightened bunny.
"Leanne? You devil. You just about scared the crap out of me. When
did you get here?"
Leanne laughed. Her musical voice lighting up the room.
"Just a few moments ago. I thought I'd woken you with the door."
Leanne walked into the room. Holding her own champagne flute. She
settled herself into the sofa opposite Katrina.
"You did. I was wondering what woke me up. Thought it was a
chipmunk."
"An awfully good looking chipmunk, if I do say so myself. Why were
you sleeping? In the middle of the afternoon? Power nap?"
"Kind of. The rain put me to sleep, I think. You're late."
"Traffic was a bitch."
Katrina nodded. At this time of day it certainly would be; she was
glad she'd been able to arrive early. Leanne stretched herself out
on the sofa. She'd kicked off her shoes at the door and she drew her
legs up onto the sofa, leaning back. Like Katrina, she was wearing
cutoff jeans and a t-shirt. Barefoot. Lounging wear. She stretched
her bare legs and arms. She yawned.
"So, Kat. What we gonna do this weekend? Huh?" There was an
unmistakable twinkle in Leanne's brown eyes.
"Relax."
"I guess. Don't we always? And it is raining." A smile of conspiracy
crept across Leanne's lips. The innuendo not lost on Katrina.
Katrina took a deep breath and took a long sip of the wine.
Gathering her courage.
"Lee?"
"What's up?" The other woman looked up at Katrina sleepily from the
sofa.
"We need to talk."
Leanne sat up. Dropping her bare feet to the floor. Looking intently
at Katrina. The first signs of worry crossing her features.
"'bout what?"
"I don't really know how to begin here."
"Oh God. This isn't it, is it? You're leaving me? Aren't you? I hate
this part. The talk."
Katrina managed a small laugh. Her stomach was in knots. And she
felt like a high school girl about to get her first kiss.
"No, sweetheart. I'm not leaving you."
Leanne visibly relaxed. "What is it then? Don't keep me hanging."
Katrina took another sip of her wine. Tried to calm her nerves.
"Leanne. I'm just afraid that you are going to want to leave me
after we talk."
It was Leanne's turn to laugh. "What did you do? Murder someone? I'm
sure he deserved it. Come on Kat. You can tell me anything. Anything
except that you are leaving me. If you are ever going to do that,
just do it. Don't tell me." Leanne's face became more sober.
Katrina tried to fight down the butterflies that had invaded her
insides. Leanne waited patiently, drawing small circles on the
floorboards with her toes.
"It's about me, Lee," Katrina finally began.
"You? I know all about you."
"Not everything."
"What? You were straight once? I knew that. What else could it be.
You are secretly a man, and I haven't found out yet? I know you
aren't married." A mischievous twinkle had settled into her eyes.
Katrina sighed. There just wasn't any easy way to do this. Leanne
was so far out that Katrina almost wanted to cry. This had very
little to do with her current sexual orientation. She was
comfortable with that part of her life. And with Leanne. And to the
best of her memory she'd never even wished she'd been a male. Much
less actually been one. Married? Ha. That didn't even require a
second thought.
"I. I'm just embarrassed a bit. That's all."
"Embarrassed about me?"
"No. No. Come on, Lee, you know that I love you."
Leanne smiled at that. "Sweety, I love you too. You know that you
can tell me anything. Listen. I think I'm crowding you. Let me go
unpack and either you can come and tell me when you are ready, or
you can tell me when I come back. Or you can tell me tomorrow. Or
you can not tell me at all. Whatever. I can wait. No rush. We have
all weekend. Last thing I want to do is stress you out. You get
enough of that crap at work."
Leanne crossed the room and kissed Katrina's forehead gently before
making her way back out to the front door. Katrina's breathing
finally slowed and her heart began to beat normally again with the
respite. She could hear Leanne puttering around in the bedroom,
hanging up clothes, and throwing her toiletries in the bathroom. A
big mess, if Katrina knew Leanne, which she did. She cringed at how
the bedroom and bathroom were going to look when Leanne was done
'unpacking'.
God. She couldn't lose Lee. She'd just found her. Didn't want to
scare her off. She couldn't face losing her. She seriously
reconsidered telling her at all. She tensed her muscles and let them
relax. She had to tell her. Who was she fooling? She'd want it
eventually. Better get it over with now, and if Leanne left, maybe
it was for the best.
Her whole life had been for the best. She hated the best. Becoming a
lawyer. Hating it. But it had been for the best. Switching, thinking
management was more for her. That hadn't worked. Hating it. Still
hating it. But it was for the best, wasn't it? Dating Harvey. That
had been for the best, too. Kept her mother quiet. At least for a
while. Until the bastard had cheated on her. And now Leanne. She
really was the best thing that had ever happened to her. And now she
had to screw it all up. For the best.
She opened her eyes. While the thoughts had been running through her
head, she realized that she had been crying. Softly. The tears
slowly crawling down her cheeks. Leanne was sitting back on the
sofa. A terrible sadness reflected in her face. Katrina hadn't even
heard her pad back into the room. The rain masking the sound of her
bare feet.
Leanne spoke tenderly, "Kat? I can't stand to see you like this.
Please? I'll understand. Whatever it is."
"I know." Katrina struggled with the tears and managed to slow them.
Her chin quivered, but she closed her eyes and managed to stop that
as well. She'd made such a mess of her life. Leanne was the only
good thing left. And she was about to mess that up too. She so much
didn't want to lose her.
Katrina swallowed hard and opened her eyes again. She glanced at
Leanne. She wasn't being fair to her. She had to tell her now. One
way or the other. She'd started it, she had to finish it. For better
or for worse. She drew in a deep breath.
"Lee?"
"Uh-huh?"
"Have. Have you ever heard of ... of ... B&D?"
Leanne's forehead wrinkled. "B&D? Black and Decker? The tools?"
Completely confused.
Katrina took another deep breath. "Bondage. And Discipline. B&D."
Leanne looked completely confused. "Of course. Honey? Is this about
sex? All this crying?"
Katrina just nodded. Surprised that Leanne had even heard of it.
Even knew it had to do with sex.
Leanne rose off the sofa and padded over to Katrina. She knelt in
front of her. Her arms resting easily on Katrina's bare knees.
Leanne spoke softly. "Kat? Sweety? You don't have to be embarrassed
about sex. Least of all with me. If there is ever a problem, we'll
work it out. Together. What about bondage? And discipline? What's
up?"
"What do you know about it?"
"I've read that some people enjoy it. You know. Being tied up.
Restrained. Pain. That sort of thing."
"Have. Have you ever ..."
Leanne shook her head. "You?"
"Not really."
"But you want to?"
The tears began again. Katrina tried to stifled them, but couldn't.
She just mutely nodded. Couldn't speak. She knew her face was beet
red. Struggling to hold back the tears.
Leanne smiled at her. "Kat? Baby? I've never done it. At all. But
you know that I'd be willing to try anything with you." She gently
wiped at Katrina's tears. "Come on, honey. You don't have to cry.
Honest."
"You don't think I'm weird for wanting to try it?"
"Hell no. Did you think I was weird when I wanted to make love to
you the first time? Had you ever made love to a girl before that?
Most of the world probably thinks that's weird. But I still told
you. Don't be silly."
"You aren't going to leave me?"
"Of course not. I thought I told you not to be silly." Leanne rose
up on her knees and gave Katrina a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Let me
get you more of that wine and we'll talk. You had me frightened
there for a moment."
Katrina watched Leanne as she scrambled to her feet and headed off
to the kitchen. She returned moments later with two fresh glasses of
Chardonnay. Katrina gratefully sipped at hers. Leanne sat demurely
on the sofa, raising her own glass to her lips.
"So. This weekend is going to be interesting huh?"
Katrina was having trouble meeting her eyes, but the butterflies
were gone. Leanne was still here. She hadn't stormed out in disgust.
She hadn't freaked. The waterworks in her eyes had at least turned
themselves off for the time being as well.
"Come on Kat. Talk to me."
"I. I don't know what to say."
"How about if you tell me what you want? How's that?"
"I. Can't."
Leanne actually laughed. "You can't? You've gone this far. May as
well continue. I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere. Relax. You
can tell me."
"I. Don't."
"How about if I start? The most obvious question. I'm not really up
on these things. Do you want me to tie you up? Or do you want to tie
me up?"
Katrina's eyes widened. She hadn't even considered that she could
tie Leanne up. Or that Leanne would be understanding of the
possibility. It was pretty obvious that this hadn't dominated
Leanne's private fantasy world like it had hers for the last ten
years.
Katrina swallowed heavily. "I was. Actually. Thinking more of
someone tying me up," she managed to say haltingly.
"Kat? I can do that for you. Honestly. I'd let you tie me up too.
I'd even let you hurt me if you wanted. As long as there weren't any
lasting marks, and you stopped if it hurt too much."
Katrina's eyes widened again. "I. I really hadn't thought of tying
you up. I'm not really into pain or anything. I don't think I am
anyway. I. I don't think I could hurt you. Not intentionally."
"That's good, sweety. I'm not so sure I could have hurt you, either.
Even if you wanted it. I would have tried, but that might have been
hard for me. But I can tie you up. That's easy enough."
Katrina lapsed into silence. Quietly lost in her own thoughts. Not
quite believing that Leanne was still sitting across from her. Not
angry. Not disgusted. Understanding. Even making suggestions. Just
Leanne. God, did she love her.
"Honey? You alright?"
Katrina nodded. "I'm sorry."
"'bout what?"
"I don't know. Because of all this. I should never have told you."
"Sweetheart. I'm glad you told me. If you hadn't, how would I ever
have known?"
"Nobody else knows. I've always made out okay."
"See. I'm even honoured. Honoured that you want to do this with me.
This takes an awful lot of trust. Kat. Sweety. It's not weird. At
least I don't think so. Might even be fun. For both of us."
"I even brought some rope and handcuffs."
"You're kidding."
Katrina shook her head.
"You want to try them out? Now?" Leanne asked gently.
Katrina gasped. Not sure she was quite ready for this yet. Still
getting used to the idea that she'd finally told someone. And that
Leanne was still here. But how she wanted it. Somewhere deep inside
her. She shook her head. Not quite yet.
"How about you go get them, and we'll look at what you brought."
Katrina lifted herself out of her chair and walked back to the
bedroom. Almost in a daze. When she stepped into the bedroom, she
smiled. A mess. As she had known it would be. Leanne's clothes
tossed carelessly around. Over chairs. Even over the door. On the
dresser. Leanne just had never quite understood drawers. Katrina
opened her own suitcase and pulled out her recent acquisitions. A
couple of small coils of soft rope bought from the hardware store.
And two pairs of shiny new handcuffs. Never worn. Bought last week,
amidst furious blushing, from the adult outlet in the suburbs where
nobody knew her. She cradled the equipment in her arms and padded
back out to the stereo room.
Leanne had reclined back on the sofa and held out her hands.
Katrina, blushing a bit, handed the rope and cuffs to Leanne. Leanne
turned them over in her small hands and smiled. Katrina returned to
her chair.
"You want me to put these on you?"
"Yes. I think so."
"You do. I can see it in your eyes. How?"
"Outside."
"Outside?"
"There isn't anyone for miles and miles. I'll be safe. You'll be
there."
"Outside?"
"I think so."
"It's pouring rain."
"I know. We can do it tomorrow, if you want. If it stops raining."
Leanne thought about it. "I don't mind getting a little wet. Who
cares? It's not an electrical storm. Just warm rain. Lots of light
left in the afternoon."
Katrina looked down at her bare toes. Slowly she nodded. She had to
try this or something inside of her was going to snap. She was sure
of it. Otherwise, why risk bringing it up with Leanne in the first
place. She felt it. A burning need in her. Something she wanted
almost desperately. Had wanted for a long, long time. The
butterflies were back. She leaned her head back into the chair
again. Listening to the rain.
She rose to her feet. Leanne following. Without a word, Katrina led
them out to the back kitchen door. She swallowed the rest of her
wine and put the glass down on the countertop. Taking a deep breath,
she opened the door and stepped out into the rain. She immediately
felt the droplets from above soaking her. Like a cool shower. In her
clothes.
She stopped. Leanne almost bumped into her. She breathed in. The wet
forest providing the sweetest fragrance. The rain running down her
face. Her bare feet feeling the warm, wet earth beneath her. The mud
squishing up between her bare toes. She almost felt like running.
Like screaming. She instinctively threw up her arms towards the
heavens and turned. Laughing like a little girl. Relief flooding her
senses. Leanne stepped back and smiled at her friend. Somehow
feeling some of the freedom as if by osmosis.
Katrina stopped her spinning, facing Leanne. She stepped forward,
kissing her girlfriend full on the lips. Feeling the rain wash over
her. Hugging her close. Feeling the softness of her body pressing
against her. Her breasts touching her friends. The familiar tingle
of the contact, even through the wet fabric. Feeling Leanne
returning the embrace. Laughing.
They reluctantly parted.
Katrina smiled and pointed to a small oak tree. She ran over to it.
Measuring it with her eyes. It stood perhaps two strides from the
forest edge into the cabin clearing. She could easily get her arms
around its girth. She could feel its roots beneath her bare feet.
She pressed her back up against it. Feeling the bark through her
t-shirt. She glanced down at herself. She was almost shivering in
excitement. Her nipples erect beneath the thin material.
Leanne walked up to her. "Here?"
"I think so. It seems right somehow."
"You gonna keep your clothes on?"
Katrina giggled and reached for the bottom of her shirt. Pulled it
in one swift motion over her head. She just let the soaked garment
fall to the grass. She slipped the shorts down her legs and kicked
them away carelessly. She reached behind her and popped the clasps
on her bra, sighing as the uncomfortable garment fell away. She
hooked her panties and they soon joined the shorts. The rain
cascaded down her nude form. She twirled for Leanne. Her girlfriend
watching in amusement and awe. No matter how many times she saw this
firm body undress in front of her, she could feel that same tingle
as the first time. That tingle running slowly from her nipples to
the center of her being. Faintly aroused just at the sight of her.
The girl in front of her was glorious in her nudity. High firm
breasts. Long brunette hair, soaked, falling down her back, nearly
to her waist. Her hips flared, leading into a pair of sleek athletic
legs. God, she wanted to touch her. Wanted to lick the rain from
every inch of her.
"Kat? How do you want this?" Leanne actually had to tear her gaze
away from the naked girl and raise her voice over the sound of the
rain.
Katrina stepped back towards the tree. Pressing her now bare back
against the rough bark. She turned to face the small lake. She held
her wrists behind the tree. Shuddering.
Leanne took a deep breath. "Okay. If anything is too tight, let me
know. I don't really know what I'm doing here."
Katrina shivered as she felt the handcuffs close around her wrists
behind the tree. She closed her eyes. She couldn't move away from
the tree until Leanne unlocked the cuffs. The keys were in Leanne's
pocket. The butterflies returned. She was losing her control. She
pulled against the cuffs. Trying to slip her wet wrists through the
steel. No way. She was essentially a part of this tree until she was
let out. She wondered if anyone would ever guess that she had been
here. Naked. Tied to this tree. She wondered if the tree would
remember her after she was gone.
Leanne whispered in her ear. "You alright, sweety?"
Katrina just nodded. Hadn't been better in a long long time. She
hardly even felt the rope as it wound around her and the tree.
Leanne fumbled with the ropes, but managed to tie the rope just
above and just below Katrina's bare breasts. Holding her back
securely to the bark. The knot at the back of the tree was far from
secure, but Katrina couldn't reach it. It would hold. Leanne
shrugged. If they were going to be doing this, she'd learn to tie
better knots. She could do that. For Katrina, she could.
Leanne knelt onto the wet earth and began to wrap Katrina's ankles
with rope.
"Leanne?"
The kneeling girl looked up at her bound friend.
"Can you tie them apart? Spread me?"
"If you want."
Katrina nodded. Using separate pieces of rope, Leanne wrapped each
ankle and tied them off to other trees. Spreading Katrina's
unresisting legs apart about twice shoulder width. Exposing her. She
watched as Katrina flushed. Pulled against the ropes. Not used to
the sensations of being so exposed. Out in the open. Restrained.
"You sure you are okay?"
"Never better. Thank-you."
Leanne smiled. "You should have told me earlier." Her hands stole to
the pair of wet breasts in front of her, tracing along the bindings.
Katrina closed her eyes and just absorbed the light touches.
Reacting to the ropes, the touches, her fantasy. She felt Leanne's
mouth close to her own. Their lips met. They kissed, like old
lovers. Secure in each other. She felt Leanne step back and opened
her eyes.
She felt her breathing quicken as she watched Leanne pull her top
over her head. She could see Leanne's nipples, hard and erect
through the now transparent fabric of her bra. The bra fell away,
landing in a tree somewhere. The shorts and panties didn't last much
longer. Her lips were ruby red, and Katrina could see that her
breathing was as heavy as her own. She pulled against her bonds,
wanting to go to Leanne. Touch her. Couldn't.
Leanne sank to her knees in front of the oak, her pretty face mere
centimeters from Katrina's lips. She studied the woman. Could smell
her arousal faintly over the smell of the forest and the rain. She
smiled up at the bound girl. She'd never get tired of being here.
Between her lover's legs.
"Please?" Katrina murmured.
She suddenly felt the soft motion of Leanne's tongue as it teased
her. Slipping inside for a moment, then withdrawing. Teasing her.
Licking. Softly biting her lips. Teasing fingers running up and down
her legs, her stomach. Teasing her wet skin. Forcing the bound girl
to gasp. Katrina strained at her bonds. Wanting so much more.
Finally, Leanne let her tongue dip inside. And began to massage
Katrina's swollen clit in the way that she knew she loved. Her
slender fingers touching and teasing Katrina. Plunging inside.
Pumping. Finding her rhythm.
Katrina exploded. Pulling against her cuffs. Against the ropes on
her ankles. Breasts heaving. Crying out in her climax, startling the
forest creatures. Her cries echoing across the still waters of the
lake, mingling with the soft patter of the rain.
Leanne rose to her feet. Kissed Katrina on the mouth as the girl
came down from her orgasm. Katrina could taste herself on Leanne's
lips. Her tears mixing with the rain. She couldn't help the tears,
but they weren't tears of frustration and sadness as they normally
were. Her bare body relaxed.
Leanne fingered the ropes still encircling her friend.
"Leave me in them? Please?"
Leanne nodded. "Kat, honey? I'm going to go in. Have a shower.
Okay?"
Katrina smiled. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
"Listen. If you need me. Holler. I'll hear you in the cabin. It
looks like it's clearing over there. The rain should stop soon."
"Don't play with the shower. I'll take care of you later. I
promise."
Leanne kissed Katrina again on the lips. "It's okay if you don't
want to."
"Of course I will. Don't be dopey."
Leanne smiled again and turned, walking back towards the cabin, not
bothering about her clothing still strewn about the clearing.
Katrina watched over her shoulder until Leanne disappeared into the
kitchen. She then turned back to the lake and just gazed out at the
scenery. The rain, beginning to lessen, still ran through her hair
and over her body. Stinging her eyes. She felt her helplessness as
she realized that she couldn't even wipe the rain from her face. Her
hands rattled the steel holding her. She didn't care, relishing the
feel of the water as it cascaded over her nudity.
She relaxed in her restraints. Loving the feel of the ropes against
her wet skin. Absorbing the feelings of vulnerability that she had
never quite experienced up until today. Her senses alive. Feeling.
Smelling. Tasting. Hearing. It seemed for the very first time, she
felt alive.
She closed her eyes, feeling the cooler evening air wash over her
wet bare body. Her nipples tightened involuntarily in the cooler
air. She felt the rain slacken and eventually stop. She listened to
the rain falling from the trees. Slowly. The chirping of the
crickets around her. Feeling the sudden shock of a large raindrop
hitting her shoulder, having rolled off the damp leaves above her.
She squirmed in her restraints. Feeling the helplessness as she
tried to close her legs and simply couldn't. Unable to free herself.
She sighed. She waited patiently for the sun to retreat below the
horizon on the other side of the lake. The sunset was spectacular.
Worth the wait. She had never experienced anything quite like it.
The sunset after the rain. Leanne had wandered out to see if she was
alright. She sat quietly in the grass beside Katrina, still nude
herself, and shared the sunset with her. Finally just gathering up
the discarded clothing and retreating back into the cabin, leaving
Katrina to herself. Experiencing the settling of the dark. The stars
winking out of the deep blackness overhead. She felt clean. The
world seemed clean. Almost like a better place. At peace.
She sighed. Standing there. The ropes holding her. Experiencing the
night. She had no way of telling how long she had been a part of the
forest. The stars slowly rotated over her head.
The half moon was illuminating the clearing with an ethereal light
as she felt a soft pair of lips touch her ear. She shivered and
turned her head, not having heard Leanne approach. Leanne still
hadn't bothered with clothing. Neither woman spoke. The steel around
her wrists loosened. Fell free. The ropes slackened and fell from
around her torso, scratching gently across her breasts. Then her
bare feet. Leanne led her, without breaking the silence, back into
the cabin and the hot shower. Gently washing her and drying her.
Guiding her back to the queen size bed they shared. Burying
themselves into the covers. Katrina falling easily into Leanne's
arms. Katrina was exhausted, almost asleep on her feet. She felt her
eyes closing, feeling warm and safe. Knowing that she'd have to make
this up to Leanne tomorrow. Looking forward to it. Leanne didn't
seem to mind. Stroking Katrina's brown hair. Perhaps she had played
in the shower after all. All Katrina wanted was the blissful peace
of sleep. The clock on the bedside table displayed the time in big
red numerals. Five minutes to three. AM. Her eyes closed once again.
She felt herself falling. The soft fingers entangled in her clean
hair and the soft breathing of the woman beside her, lulling her.
The last thing she remembered before dropping into her relaxed sleep
was the plaintive, eerie call of a lonely loon somewhere out on the
lake. Calling its mate. And calling her.