The Vacation 
by John O'Connor
Disclaimer:  Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the
property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom,
 MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko 
Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes
only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
 infringement is intended. The original characters,
situations, and story are the property of the author.
Rating:  PG-13
Part 3
The next morning, Sam and Cassie were both sitting at
the breakfast counter talking and laughing. As Janet
entered the room and headed toward the coffee pot,
Cassie let out a low shriek, "Eeee! It's the morning
monster!"
Sam followed her pointed finger and saw Janet's hair
bunched up from sleep and began to laugh.
"Jan...huh-uh, Janet, your hair is a me-huh-ess!"
"Shut up," came the groggy response. "I'm still
asleep."
As she drank some of the coffee, Janet felt herself
begin to wake up. As she did, she suddenly felt
uncomfortable. Looking at Sam as the blonde laughed at
her, Janet remembered her actions the previous night
before she finally fell asleep. Worse yet, she had
dreamed of she and Sam naked on a beach somewhere.
Fortunately, she didn't remember any details.
'God, what is wrong with me?' Janet thought.
Sam, while amused by her friend's bedhead, was also
feeling somewhat uncomfortable as she too, unknowing,
had a similar dream of the two women on a beach,
frolicking in the nude. She shook her head to dispel
the memory while Cassie began to ask what they were
going to do for the day.
"Well, I'm not asking you again!" the teenager said in
exasperation. "What are we doing today?"
Janet reached over and tousled her hair and asked,
"What do you want to do? I thought we'd spend the
entire day on the beach."
"Great! I was afraid we'd be shopping after the way
she was yesterday," Cassie shot a glance at Sam.
Sam, feeling Cassie's eyes on her, said, "What? What
did I do?"
"She saw how you kept noticing the shops and the
outlet mall while we were driving in from the
airport," Janet explained. "She's afraid of an adult
shopping spree."
Sam looked at Cassie. "Kiddo, one of these days, you
will really appreciate a good shopping binge."
"I already do, but we can do that back home. There
aren't any beaches in Colorado!"
Sam felt like being difficult, "That's not entirely
true. Millions of years ago there were beaches and
oceans, or at least shallow, tropical seas, where we
live." Seeing Janet's raised eyebrow, she added, "I
took some crash courses in geology before I came to
the SGC."
Cassie sighed heavily, "That really doesn't do me any
good, does it?  No.  So let's get going to the real
beach."
Sam couldn't resist one last poke, "Life's a beach!"
Rolling her eyes, Cassie said, "I'm going with or
without you."
She slid off her stool and headed toward her room for
her towel.
"Not so fast, young lady. We're not ready," Janet
said. "Give me a few minutes, please."
"Anyway, you just had a large bowl of cereal. You need
at least another twenty minutes to let the food
settle," Sam added helpfully.
"That's just on old wives' tale," Cassie protested as
she sat on the couch and turned on the TV. "Hey look,
'Pinkie and the Brain' is on."
Sam and Janet carried their coffee into the bedroom.
As Sam removed her pajamas, she asked "So, did you
sleep well?"
Janet, also stripping her sleepwear off, responded,
"Yes. I slept like a baby. So, did I snore?"
Sam shook her head, "No, no snoring." She omitted any
mention of the other slight moaning noise Janet made
before falling asleep. She tossed her pajamas onto the
chair. "I hate wearing those, they always bunch up in
the legs and some of my more sensitive areas." She was
looking at Janet's bare back as she said this.
Janet made it a point not to turn around to see her
friend unclothed, agreed, "I hate them too. If we had
our own rooms, I wouldn't bother."
Sam was adjusting the cups on her suit as she offered
a solution. "Why don't we just forget them and sleep
like we would at home?"
Janet risked a glance at her friend, happy to see she
was in her swimsuit already. "I don't know. I only
wear an old extra large t-shirt to bed at home."
"So? We don't have anything to be ashamed of and I'm
not worried about you taking advantage of me in my
sleep." 'Unfortunately. Hey! What am I thinking?' Sam
worried.
Janet started to jerk around at that statement before
quickly returning her attention to adjusted her suit.
She wasn't quick enough for Sam to miss it. 'Hmm,
what's that all about? Her masturbating last night?
Could she have a guilty conscience about that? Or
maybe...'
Outwardly Sam gave no sign she had seen Janet's
reaction. She slipped her beach robe over her suit
saying, "I'm ready. I'll wait for you in the living
room."
Sam left and Janet breathed a deep sigh. 'Get hold of
yourself, woman! She was just making a little joke.'
Grabbing her short white beach robe, Janet walked into
the living room. Cassie and Sam were giggling at the
antics of the animated lab mice on TV. "Ready!"
"Great! I'll get the elevator," Cassie yelled as she
raced out the front door.
The two women looked at each other, for the millionth
time it seemed, as if to say "Were we ever that
young?"
As they joined Cassie on the elevator, Sam, in
dimwitted voice, asked, "What are we going to do
tonight, Brain?"
Cassie, doing a passable Orson Welles, replied, "Same
thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the
world!"
Just as the car stopped at the fourth floor to admit a
young couple, Cassie and Sam, in unison, yelled,
"Narf!"
Janet looked at the new occupants, rolled her eyes and
twirled her finger at her temple. Understanding the
universal symbol for crazy, the man and woman both
nodded and smiled indulgently.
Arriving at the bottom, the couple made a beeline out
of the elevator as Sam and Cassie fell against each
other laughing.
Janet gently shook her head, and asked, "Can we
pretend not to know each other the rest of the day?"
"No way!" Cassie said defiantly and Sam just shook her
head with a smirk.
"Oh God!" Janet moaned.
By the time they walked past the pool heading toward
the beach, Janet was laughing as loudly as her
companions at their toon jokes.
Sam stepped onto the short boardwalk leading to the
beach and surveyed the sandy expanse. "Looks a little
more crowded today. Let's go over there." Sam pointed
to the right to a clear stretch of sand.
Cassie raced across the sand, her feet throwing up
little fountains of sand. Sam and Janet took a more
leisurely pace to the spot.
As they walked, Janet looked at Sam, squinting in the
bright sunlight. "Okay, Major, How do you know so much
about cartoons?"
Sam laughed. "Jack and Daniel have been 'educating'
Teal'c to American culture with old Bugs Bunny
cartoons. And I always loved those when I was kid. I
can even do a passable Marvin the Martian."
"Okay, let's hear it," challenged Janet.
"Greetings Earthling! I will have to annihilate you
with my alludium-pu38 explosive space modulator!" Sam
offered, raising her voice' pitch.
Janet looked at her friend again and said, "Wow,
you're a regular Mel Blanc! Any others?"
"Yeah, but some of them I can't do in front of the
kid," Sam grinned evilly.
"Hey, I am not a kid!" Cassie protested as she
finished dumping her beach gear in a lump on the sand.
"I'm going into the water."
Janet stopped her. "Not so fast, young lady. This is
not your room. At least try to pretend to lay the
towel out properly, okay?"
Grumbling, Cassie bent down and began to spread her
beach towel.
Sam looked back by the boardwalk. "Hey, the stand is
open. We can rent beach chairs and an umbrella from
those kids. How 'bout it?"
Janet looked back and shrugged, "Sure. Why not? Okay
Cass, that's good enough. Go play. But don't go too
far out!" The last turned into a yell as the teen
raced into the foamy surf.
The two women walked back up the beach and Sam shared
a few of her more ribald Warner Brothers
impersonations. Janet was shaking her head and
laughing.
"You are one sick chick!" Janet laughed.
"Hey, I just do the voices. Blame Jack for the
content," Sam protested lamely.
"Don't buy it. Not one bit," Janet shook her head
again.
As Sam dealt with the two older teens running the
chair and umbrella concession, Janet saw how the two
were giving both she and Sam the eye. She felt a bit
of pride to think that two "old" ladies could catch
the attention of two beach punks. 'Not bad, lady. We
are definitely an eyeful,' Janet thought as she
glanced at Sam's slim figure.
Janet's attention was brought back to the matter at
hand when Sam began to ask about a two week rate.
"Sam, we're only here for a week," Janet whispered.
Sam looked at Janet and said, "I thought we could stay
for the full two weeks of our leave? Is there a
problem?"
"Lady, how long you want these?" one of the teenagers
asked.
"Just for a week," Janet said firmly. Sam shrugged and
agreed with her friend.
They led to two with two beach chairs towards their
spot as Sam carried the umbrella. Janet could almost
feel their eyes burning through her suit.
After the boys set up the chairs and the umbrella and
confirming they would do that every morning in the
same general spot, they headed back to their stand.
Sam thought she heard one of them say something about
"What a waste." Sensing Janet's need to talk about the
vacation itinerary, she opted not to follow the two
punks and asked what they meant by the comment.
Sam sat in one of the short-legged chairs as Janet
took the other. Looking out to sea, Sam asked, "Is
there a problem, Janet?"
"Yes, I think there is. What's this about two weeks? I
can't afford to spend two weeks down here! And for you
to just arbitrarily decide we would without discussing
it with me," Janet saw the hurt look in Sam's eyes
caused by the her tone and shifted tracks. "Look, Sam,
I love it down here and so does Cassie. This week will
be a blast. I know that. But I can't afford the cost
of another week eating out everyday and all that kind
of thing."
"Janet, I'm sorry I didn't ask you first. But neither
of us has had any decent amount of time off in quite a
while. Getting away from the SGC for two weeks will be
great. And about the money, majors make more than
captains and I have accumulated a lot of hazardous
duty pay too. I don't mind treating."
Janet looked at her friend, "I don't want to be a
charity case."
"You're not," Sam assured her. "I would be spending
this anyway if just Cassie and I came down, if you
couldn't have gotten away. So I treat my very dear
friend as well. I want you to have a good time and I
don't want you worrying about money matters. We'll be
fine."
"Sam, I..."
Sam held up her hand, "Wait, before you say anything.
How about this, we buy groceries and cook dinner in
the condo. It's a full kitchen and all the dishes and
utensils we need are on hand. We go out maybe a couple
of times but the rest of the time we fend for
ourselves. How 'bout that? Or do you have a hot date
back in Colorado Springs waiting?"
Ignoring Sam's jibe, Janet said, "Okay, how about
this? Let me think about it for a little while. I
guess it is good to get away to a new place once in
awhile. And it is beautiful here. For a overly
commercialized area, that is."
Nodding, Sam scanned the beach. "Looks like we got
here just in time. The hordes are descending!"
Sure enough, the beach population was rapidly growing.
There were a few sailboats on the water and some
larger cruisers further out. Jet skis buzzed back and
forth around the sailboats.
Cassie came out of the water and applied sunscreen
before laying on her towel and playing with the white
sand. She looked at her fingertips and complained,
"I'm getting pruny!"
Sam replied, "That's for being in the water so long.
Good thing you have a tan already or you'd be as red
as your mom & I will be soon."
With that said, Sam stood, grabbed Janet's arm and
pulled her toward the water.
"Hey! Heey! What are you doing?" Janet yelled.
"Having fun!" Sam declared.
As they reached the water, Sam wrapped her arms around
Janet's waist from behind and heaved her into the
waves.
Janet stood up, water dripping from her short
reddish-brown hair, with a vengeful look on her face.
"YOU are so dead!"
Janet lunged at Sam. The taller woman almost evaded
her friend until her feet got mired in the wet,
flowing sand and she was tackled by the sodden doctor.
They both lay entangled in each other's arms in the
wet sand as the waves rolled over them and laughed.
Cassie looked up from the little sand sculpture she
was creating and shook her head, as if to say
"Grownups!"
Janet pulled loose from her friend and stood in the
surf, the water frothing around her shins. "This water
is so warm. How far out can I walk?"
"About three inches less than I can," Sam commented.
"Hey, I'm not that short!" Janet protested.
Sam began to wade out into the water, "Let's just see
about that."
"Okay."
They began to walk out as the water crept up their
bodies. Janet was surprised at how clear the water was
seeing the sandy bottom. "This water is almost as
clear as a swimming pool." After several hundred feet,
Janet said, "I can't touch the bottom."
Sam stuck her tongue out and said, "I can, short
stuff!" Actually, Sam was standing on her toes to keep
her head above water, forgetting how clear the water
was.
Janet didn't and saw a slightly distorted image of
Sam's feet and legs and could tell, even through the
shifting water, that she was on her toes. Her eyes
narrowing dangerously, Janet said, "You are really in
for it now, Blondie!"
Sam turned and started to swim away from the doctor.
Janet, who was a fair swimmer in high school and
college, easily caught up to the less experienced
woman and grabbed her.
"Now I've got you," Janet said triumphantly.
Sam wriggled in her grasp until they were face to
face. Time seemed to stand still. Looking into Janet's
eyes, Sam thought 'I never realized how brown her eyes
were.'
Janet was equally stunned and couldn't tear her eyes
away from Sam. She realized, on a subconscious level,
that the woman felt good in her arms. She began to
lean toward Sam and Sam tilted her head a little, as
if to accommodate Janet.
The high-pitched whine of a nearby jet ski brought
them out of their temporary rapture. Letting Sam go,
Janet ducked her head quickly under the water and came
up, flinging droplets from her hair. Sam, looking as
surprised as Janet felt, yelped as the spray hit her
face.
They both looked around and saw that they had drifted
down the beach and out of sight of most of the people
on the beach. Sam, still somewhat confused by what had
almost happened, was grateful that no one saw them
embracing, especially Cassie. 'That would've been very
awkward,' she thought.
Janet was thinking much the same thing and wondering
what was going on with her. 'Last night I masturbate
to images of Sam and now I almost kiss her! I don't
know what's going on with me!'
They both swam back to shore and silently trudged the
almost half mile back to Cassie. She was standing
looking at them as they walked back toward her.
"Where have you been? I've been worried sick about
you!" Cassie said in her best adult voice. In reality,
she liked the minutes of solitude their swim had
afforded her. She was getting to that age where young
people want and need their own space.
Without looking at her friend, Janet replied, "We just
went for a swim, Mother. Is that okay with you?"
The sarcasm wasn't lost on Cassie and she tried to
look sternly at her mom before dissolving into
giggles. Sam and Janet joined in and all three were
laughing together.
Sam spread her towel on the sand and laid on her
stomach to get some sun on her back. Cassie grabbed a
book out of the bag Janet had brought down and took
over Sam's chair.
Janet sat and let her mind drift. When it kept coming
back to Sam, she changed her mind and grabbed the
LeCarre book she had been reading on the plane. Soon
she was wrapped up in a world of spies, covert
actions, doublecrosses, and defections.
After a while, Sam rolled onto her back. This afforded
Janet a glimpse down the top of Sam's low-cut blue
suit. Distracted, Janet tried to get back to George
Smiley and his quest for Karla but failed. She closed
the book and shut her eyes. She learned long ago in
residency how to catch catnaps when she could.
Janet was roused several minutes later when Sam got up
and said, "I gotta go. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Janet looked at Cass, "How 'bout you? Bathroom break?"
"Yeah, I'll go with you, Sam." Cassie got up and threw
her book into the bag.
Grabbing her robe, Sam asked, "Janet?"
"Nah, I'm fine. I'll stay here and keep an eye on
things.," Janet responded.
"We'll be back in a few minutes." Sam and Cassie raced
each other to the boardwalk.
Janet sat back and relaxed, enjoying the feel of the
breeze on her bare skin and the sound of the surf.
"Wow, the water sure is beautiful!"
Janet sat up and looked at a tall redheaded girl
standing near her chair. "Yes, it is."
The girl was in her early twenties and was wearing a
very skimpy, red string bikini. Her hair was a soft,
crimson wave hanging down below her shoulder blades.
She obviously kept herself in shape. Unlike most
redheads Janet knew, she had a solid overall tan with
no obvious tan lines. She squatted down next to
Janet's chair.
"You and your friend seem to have staked out a great
spot," the girl said with, it seemed to Janet, a
slight emphasis on "friend."
"Yeah, it's pretty nice here." Janet was puzzled by
this girl and her friendliness. Was she some kind of
Welcome Wagon for the beach?
"I love your suit! The white contrasts well with your
hair and eyes," the girl said.
"Uh, thanks. I just bought it."
"Where are you from?"
"Colorado. My friend and I live in Colorado," Janet
said.
"I love Colorado! Ever go skiing in Aspen? It's too
much fun!" the girl laughed. Her voice had a slightly
husky quality to it.
"By the way, my name is Janet Fraiser," Janet said as
she held out her hand.
The girl grasped it firmly and said, "I'm Regina with
a long 'I.' It rhymes with a part of the female
anatomy?" Regina winked and laughed. "See you around,
I hope."
"Uh, yeah. See you," Janet watched as the girl walked
away. The bikini bottom barely concealed anything.
Regina's hair trailed after her and Janet realized she
had dry mouth.
Swallowing hard, she tore her eyes away from the red
clothe-covered derriere and started when she heard Sam
clear her throat.
"Sam! That didn't take long," Janet said trying not to
appear flustered.
"Well, well, well. It seems our good doctor has an
admirer!" Sam said haughtily.
"What? What are you talking about?" Janet demanded.
"C'mon, Janet. That girl was flirting with you big
time! 'Rhymes with a part of the female anatomy.' What
else could it be?"
Janet sat there speechless. "Close your mouth, you'll
let out all the hot air!" Sam teased.
Finally, Janet looked around and asked, "Where's
Cassie?"
"She wanted to go down the beach to where they rent
some jet skis. I told her not to be too long," Sam
said.
Twenty minutes later, Cassie came racing back along
the beach. "Sam! Sam! We gotta rent one of those! You
have got to take me out there!"
"Whoa, shortstuff. What are you babbling about?" Sam
said.
Rolling her eyes, Cassie said, "D'uh. The jet skis?
I'm too young to get one by myself but I can ride with
an adult."
"What about your mom?" Sam asked.
Before Cass could even frame an answer, Janet said,
"No way are you getting me on one of those things!
Uh-uh! Forget it."
Cassie was almost jumping up and down in her
excitement so Sam said, "Well, we'll see. But not 'til
later. Got it? And don't be a pest about it."
"Oka-ay. I guess," Cassie replied as she slumped onto
her towel.
They spent the next hour sitting and relaxing on the
beach. Janet forced her mind away from the
string-bikini-clad body she had seen and tried to
ignore the other girls she kept noticing in their
suits.
Eventually, Janet turned in her chair and pulled her
watch out of her bag. "Hey, anyone hungry?"
Cassie yelled, "Yeah, me!"
Sam smiled and said, "That's a real surprise."
"Well, it's lunchtime. Let's go back and grab a
sandwich in the room," Janet said.
As they headed back to the room, Janet said, "I really
have to go bad."
Sam said, "You could've gone with us. Or even after."
"I didn't feel like coming all the way back up here
then" Janet said as the elevator opened on the seventh
floor balcony.
"There are bathrooms at the pool, you goof!" Sam
nudged her friend.
"Now you tell me," Janet said as she fumbled with the
door key.
After the minor emergency was taken care of, they
grabbed lunch meat, cheese, bread, and snacks and went
to the table on the deck to have lunch.
They sat and talked on the deck as they relaxed in the
warm Gulf breeze. After sufficient time had passed,
Janet decided they could chance going into the water
again.
As they came out of the building's shadow, they
noticed a difference in the Sun's intensity from the
morning.
Cassie broached the subject, "Sam, why is the Sun
stronger in the afternoon?"
Sam smiled. "Because he wasn't wide awake in the
morning."
"Mo-om!" Cass whined. "Make her tell me!" Then the
teenager smiled at the two women.
"Alright Cass, it's simple. The Sun passes through a
thicker layer of atmosphere in the morning and the
evening and the rays are more diffused. That answer
your question?" Sam asked.
Leaving their bags and robes on their chairs, Sam and
Janet joined Cassie in the warm water.
By this time, the number of boats and jet skis had
increased significantly. Fortunately they were far
enough out that no swimmers were in any danger. The
sky was getting crowded with light planes towing
banners that read "Eat at Bud's Oyster Bar" or "We got
crabs at Joe's." There was also the occasional
high-flying military jet from Eglin Air Force Base or
the Naval Air Station at Pensacola.
After a few more hours of fun in the sun, Janet and
Sam both felt the effects of exposure to the Sun and
decided to head in.
"Can I stay here for a while, Mom?" Cassie asked.
Janet, about to refuse, relented and said, "Yeah sure.
But not too long. You need to get cleaned up for
dinner. We're going to that seafood place near the
country club that Sam was raving about on the plane
yesterday."
Arriving at the condo, Janet grimaced when she saw
Sam's white flesh as she slid the straps off her
shoulders.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
Sam shook her head, "Not to bad. Mainly a little
tight. I figure some baby oil and I'll be good as new.
Can you put it on my back when I finish with the parts
I can reach? I'll do the same for you. You look pretty
burned."
"I don't burn really bad for some reason. I get really
red then it mellows into a fair base for a tan," Janet
said. Hesitating, she finally said, "I'll help you
when you're ready."
A few minutes later, as Janet was getting a drink of
water in the kitchen, Sam called from the bedroom.
Walking in, Janet froze for a moment. Her friend was
completely nude on the bed and had tried,
unsuccessfully, to toss a towel over her round ass.
Swallowing through a suddenly dry throat, Janet
stepped forward, adjusted the towel to cover both
cheeks, and reached for the oil. She applied a light
layer over Sam's shoulders and down the middle of her
back to the outline of the suit below her ribs. Sam
moaned lightly as Janet began to gently rub the lotion
into her skin.
"That feels great," Sam said.
As Janet applied the oil, she tried to convince
herself this was no different than treating a patient
in the med center. She was only partially successful.
When she was finished, Sam got up and slipped on her
robe. Then she took the bottle of oil and told Janet
to get on the bed after taking off her suit.
Janet loved the feel of Sam's strong, slightly
calloused hands on her skin. It was such a soothing
sensation, she felt almost hypnotized. All too soon,
in Janet's opinion, Sam was finished. She got up and
donned her robe as they both walked out onto the deck
through the bedroom door.
"Thanks, Sam. That feels great," Janet said.
"My pleasure. I finally got to help you for a change,"
Sam smiled at Janet.
"You know, we should get another suit each. People
will start to talk when we wear the same thing
everyday," Sam said.
"What if we switched suits?" asked Janet.
"Stand up," Sam commanded. She looked over Janet.
"Hmm, might work. You're a little shorter than me but
otherwise you're about the same size. We can try after
the suits run through the wash with Cassie's, if you
want."
Later, after Cassie finally came up, Janet threw the
three salty, sandy swimsuits into the condo's washing
machine. Waiting until after Cass was finished in the
shower, Janet turned the unit on then joined Sam on
the couch to watch the news. Just before leaving for
dinner, Janet threw the suits in the dryer.
"You're friend has everything here except a wet bar
and a killer stereo," Janet commented.
At the restaurant, they all decided on the
all-you-can-eat, peal & eat shrimp. Janet and Sam each
had a couple of beers and Cassie had a Coke.
Sam pulled into a Dairy Queen on the way back to the
condo. "My treat!" she pronounced.
Janet protested, "I don't need this. Anyway, I'll
never fit into my suit. I don't want to be a damned
blimp on the beach."
"We'll swim them off tomorrow," Sam promised.
"I don't care. I want a big hot fudge sundae with
everything," Cassie declared.
Getting back to the condo, Cassie opted to sit and
watch the cable TV. Sam and Janet decided to take a
short walk on the beach.
"This was a great idea, Sam. Thanks," Janet said.
"You're welcome. I'm having a wonderful time, myself."
"I've been thinking." Janet started.
"That could be dangerous," Sam chided her friend.
"Watch it Major!" Janet warned. "Anyway, how about a
week and a half? We leave a week from Wednesday?"
"I like that idea. We'll still have some time off back
in Colorado to maybe go to the mountains for a day,"
Sam agreed. "But what about your girlfriend, Regina?"
"I will get you when you least expect it," Janet
replied.
They continued down the beach talking and laughing for
another mile before heading back to the condo.
As they got ready for bed later, Sam, standing only in
a bra and panties, said, "Pajamas are not for me. I'm
sleeping like I normally do." She removed the bra, and
pulled on a baggy Air Force t-shirt before climbing
under the covers.
Janet decided that was the way to go, even though she
never wore panties to bed back home.
As they lay in the dark, Sam said, "Janet, about this
morning in the water..?"
"I don't know what your talking about."
"But..." Sam persisted.
"No. There's nothing to talk about," and Janet rolled
on her side away from Sam.
It was quite a while before sleep claimed Janet.
******
Janet was walking along the beach in her t-shirt and
looked at her companion. Regina smiled at her and took
her hand.
They walked hand in hand along the beach before Regina
stopped and pulled Janet to her. Holding Janet gently,
the redhead leaned in and kissed her. Janet melted
into the kiss and sighed when she felt the tongue slip
past her lips. It had been so long since she was
kissed like this.
As she pulled back, she looked at her companion and
saw Sam smiling back at her before kissing her again.
******
The following morning dawned bright and found Janet
sleeping with a contented smile on her face.
 (c) John O'Conner
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