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 4
Samantha Carter woke up next to her friend Janet
Fraiser. She stretched in the cool morning air as she
prepared to get out of bed.
Looking at Janet sleeping peacefully, Sam was struck
by the contented smile on Janet's face. 'What's she
dreaming about?' she wondered. Then, remembering her
own dream, she frowned and got up.
Sam walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen of the
Gulfcoast condo they were staying in and started the
coffee. Hearing some stirring in the other bedroom,
she smiled knowing Cassandra, Janet's adopted
daughter, would be up and ready for the beach soon.
Sam walked into the bathroom she shared with Janet and
stripped off the large t-shirt she wore to bed. As she
splashed water on her face, she thought about a shower
but decided to wait until after they had spent the day
on the beach.
Sam stood back and regarded her reflection. She was in
near-perfect physical shape as a result of the demands
her role in SG-1 made on her. There was some light
scarring on her stomach and other places that stood
out like lines on a roadmap to her. She was pleased to
see that the slight burn she got yesterday was already
becoming a nice base tan. 'Keep up with the
sunscreen,' she thought, 'and you'll be the envy of
all those molepeople back inside Cheyenne Mountain.'
Sam pealed off the cotton panties she had slept in and
began to pull on the blue swimsuit Janet had bought.
They had decided the day before to trade suits for a
little variety on the beach.
After adjusting the spaghetti straps, Sam turned this
way and that inspecting herself in the mirror. 'Not
bad, girl. Blue suits you and it fits nicely too.'
Sam grabbed her sleepwear and walked back into the
large living/dining room of the condo. Cassie was
already planted on the sofa watching cartoons in her
pajamas.
"Hi Sam," she said without looking away from the
animated action.
"Hey Cass, ready for another day of fun in the sun?"
Sam asked as she poured coffee.
"Oh yeah! Can we get a jet ski today?" the young
teenager responded enthusiastically.
"Well, I have to get your mom's okay. No promises,
alright?" Sam was all to aware of promises she had
made to her young friend only to have to break them
because of her job. She was determined that she would
not promise anything unless she could follow through.
"Okay. What's for breakfast?"
"We have Cap'n Crunch, Cap'n Crunch with
Crunchberries, peanut butter Cap'n Crunch...Jeez, does
General Curtis eat anything else? Must be the military
sound of it. Here's some Grape Nuts, and," Sam paused
as she moved a couple of cereal boxes around, "more
Cap'n Crunch."
"I guess I'll have Cap'n Crunch," Cassie said.
"Coming right up. Good morning, sleepyhead," Sam
directed this last to Janet as she walked out of the
bedroom.
"Morning," Janet mumbled as she accepted a cup of
coffee from Sam. Sam then poured a bowl of cereal for
Cassie.
'How come I'm the maid this morning?' she mused.
After slowly drinking half of the steaming cup, Janet
finally said, "Must be this sea air. I feel so relaxed
that I have a hard time getting up."
She finally looked at Sam for the first time that
morning. "You look great in my suit. Blue definitely
looks good on you."
"Thank you. It fits very well too," Sam said.
Cassie drained the rest of the milk from the cereal
bowl and announced, "I'm changing for the beach!" then
she promptly strode into her room to change.
"Guess that's my cue," Janet said as she set the empty
cup down and walked into the bedroom.
Sam poured herself a second cup and walked onto the
deck to look down at the beach. The boys they rented
the chairs and umbrellas from were down there setting
them up and a few people were already playing in the
surf.
The gentle offshore breeze ruffled her short curly
blond hair, feeling almost like fingers gently combing
through it. Sam frowned slightly as she recalled her
dream.
In it, she was sitting on the beach alone when someone
walked up from behind and sat down next to her. She
looked over to see a naked Janet Fraiser smiling at
her. Janet reached over and ran her fingers through
the blond hair above Sam's left ear and then gently
slid the tips of her fingers along the outer edge of
her ear. Janet leaned over and gently kissed her and
Sam suddenly wanted this more than anything in the
world. Janet pushed her down on the blanket and lay on
top of Sam. Sam realized she was naked too but didn't
care as they resumed kissing...
"Hey Sam, I'm ready!" Cassie announced, breaking Sam's
train of thought. 'Just in time, too,' Sam thought as
she rubbed at the goosebumps on her arms. 'I'm not
sure I like where this train of thought was going. Not
after yesterday...' Then she saw that her nipples were
erect, so she quickly turned away from the teen,
looking over the Gulf as she tried to calm down.
"So am I," Janet said as she walked out.
"Wow, Mom, you look great!" Cassie said.
And she did. The white suit clung to her and
accentuated the curves of her body. The contrast to
her dark eyes and hair added to the effect.
Sam, trying hard to forget the dream, gave Janet a
wolf whistle. "Not bad, Doc. Maybe we should switch
these permanently?"
Cassie looked at the two people who meant the most to
her in the entire world and said, with the wisdom of
youth, "Why not just share them?"
Sam and Janet both seemed to consider this as Cassie
grabbed the beach bag and headed for the door. The
women grabbed their beach robes and followed her.
'It's funny how awkward I feel when I first see Janet
after the dreams I've had the last few nights but then
everything is okay again after a while. I guess it
just proves a strong friendship can overcome anything,
even some weird dreams,' Sam thought as they waited
for the elevator.
On the way down, Janet looked quizzically at Sam and
said, "Penny for your thoughts?"
Sam smiled and said, "Oh, nothing worth paying for."
Cassie chimed in, "A penny? I need at least a dollar
before I spill anything."
"Greedy little thing, isn't she?" Sam said, smiling.
"Mom, is it okay if I hang out with some of the kids I
met yesterday?" Cassie asked. "They're okay, so you
don't have to worry."
Janet smiled and said, "Sure, I suppose so, for a
while. And, by the way, I do trust your judgment." She
didn't add that she trusted Cass' judgment more than
she did most adults. "Just don't ignore us, okay?"
Cassie nodded and stayed with them, not seeing her
friends on the beach yet.
The two women shrugged off their robes and tossed them
on the rented chairs before following Cassie into the
water.
When she hit the cold water, Janet let out a little
"whoop!" Sam did the same when she entered and Cassie
innocently asked "Shrinkage?"
Both women glared at the girl and she realized she'd
overstepped her bounds. Some things just aren't said
by a young teenager to adults, even if they are all
female.
As Cassie turned away redfaced, Sam did whisper to
Janet, "Well, it does look like the turkeys are done!"
Janet looked at her friend's smiling face in mock
horror before seeing Sam's nipples pushing the blue
material of her suit out. Then she looked down and saw
her own nipples standing out creating small shadows on
the white material.
When Sam looked down and saw her own nipples again
standing at attention, she turned a bright red.
Janet quickly moved out further into the water until
it covered her chest before turning to Sam. She opened
her mouth to berate Sam, when the blond woman began to
laugh in her embarrasment.
Sam's infectious laugh caused Janet to begin to
giggle. This soon lead to outright laughter as the two
women floated in the clear water. Cassie looked over
her shoulder at the pair, shook her head and moved
further down the beach.
Janet left the water after trying to swim against the
surf. Sam came out shortly after. They both sat in the
beach chairs after Janet closed the umbrella and
soaked up some warm Florida sunshine.
Soon, Sam drifted off into a light sleep and Janet
tried to read. She kept being distracted by the young
people on the beach. 'It could almost be Spring Break
with all these kids romping,' the doctor thought. Then
glancing at Sam, she couldn't help but admire how sexy
she looked in the blue swimsuit. Then she thought,
'Sam sexy? What is it with me? It's not like I'm
attracted to her.'
"Not that there's anything wrong with that," she
murmured aloud, causing a dozing Sam to look at her
out of one eye.
"Talking to ourselves, are we?" she chided Janet.
"Just finishing a stray thought out loud. It was an
inside joke. Go back to sleep."
Sam stuck out her tongue and closed her eyes again.
Cassie came running up the beach a few minutes later
and yelled, "Where's my hat?"
"What hat?" Janet asked.
Without more than a glance to acknowledge her mom's
question, Cassie began to dig in the beach bag.
Pulling out an olive-drab piece of cloth, she
triumphantly said, "Here it is!"
It was a crushable fisherman's hat but instead of
fishing hooks and lures pinned around the brim, it
sported a Colorado Rockies logo. It was one of her
favorite hats because Sam gave it to her when the
three of them went to Denver last year to see the
Rockies play. It also was grungy enough to be cool
with her classmates. Of course, Janet hated it.
Pulling the hat down on her head, she raced back down
the beach. Sam squinted open one eye again and said,
"Was that a whirlwind?"
"Cyclone Cassie just passed through," Janet laughed.
"She came back for that ratty old hat you gave her
last year at the Rockies game."
"Oh yeah, I never used that VISA card I signed up for
to get it, either." Sam lay back down and continued,
"Remember who the Rockies played?"
Janet shook her head then, seeing Sam's eyes were
closed, said, "No, I don't."
"The Florida Marlins. Isn't that a coincidence?"
Janet furrowed her brow and said, "I didn't even know
Florida had a team."
Sam sat up and looked at her, "What? You were at the
game! How could you not know who they were playing?"
"I don't know that much about baseball. I've only been
to a few games in my life, and that includes an
Academy softball game. How am I supposed to know who
plays and who doesn't?" Janet asked, her eyes
twinkling.
"You are hopeless! Thank God Cassie has me around to
show her the joys of American life."
Sam dropped back on her towel with a sigh of
desperation missing the big grin that appeared on
Janet's face. There were times it was just plain fun
to irritate her fair-haired friend.
Soon after that exchange, Sam rolled onto her stomach
to get some sun on her back. Janet opened the large
beach umbrella to provide some shade and keep the
chairs from heating up. She applied more sunscreen to
her legs before laying on her towel and closing her
eyes...
Sam and Janet were walking along a deserted stretch of
beach enjoying the silence when Sam smiled and took
Janet's hand. Janet felt giddy like a schoolgirl at
the touch of her soft hand.
Sam moved her hand up until she was grasping Janet's
forearm and shaking it.
"Hey, wake up or you'll burn!" Sam said.
Janet opened her eyes and wondered where everybody had
come from before consciousness returned. "Oh, uh,
thanks."
She got up and sat on a chair in the umbrella's shade.
Sam sat in the chair next to her and glanced at her.
"So, Janet, you have been having some pleasant dreams
lately. Want to tell me about them?" Sam asked.
"Uh, well, they're, I don't really remember them to
well," Janet said lamely.
Sam didn't buy into that excuse but let it go when she
saw Cassie come running down the beach.
"Incoming!" Sam yelled as Cassie skidded to a halt in
front of them.
"Hey! Where's the fire?" Janet asked.
"Mom, Sam, you gotta see this!" Cassie said excitedly.
"There's a seaturtle mound down the beach and the guy
watching it says they're going to hatch any day now!
This is so cool!"
"Well, lead on, MacDuff," Sam said as she and Janet
rose from their chairs.
Cassie was almost pulling them down the beach in her
excitement. "C'mon. C'mon." she urged, as if the
hatchings were imminent.
About a half mile from their spot on the beach, there
was a small crowd gathered around a low mound of sand.
The mound was only a couple of feet high and about
three or four feet across. It was situated above the
high tide mark and was roped off. A well-tanned man
sat on an aluminum chair just inside the "fence" and
answered questions people in the crowd asked.
As they stood there, they learned he was a grad
student in marine biology studying sea turtles. The
area was roped off to protect the eggs inside the
mound and he and his friends took turns watching the
mound to keep people and predators out of the nest. It
was part of an attempt to increase the turtles'
population and hopefully remove them from the
endangered species list.
After a while, Sam turned to Janet and said, "You
know, I haven't eaten all day. How's 'bout we go get
lunch?"
Janet nodded and placed her hand on top of the "ratty
old" cap on Cassie's head. "How 'bout it? Hungry?"
Cassie, who had been talking to a boy and girl next to
her, turned and said, "Yeah! I'm starving." Then
turning back to her friends she said, "Oh guys, this
is my mom and this is Sam. Mom, Sam, this is Jimmy and
Susie."
Everyone exchanged hellos and Cassie, after promising
she'd be back later, followed the adults back to the
condo and lunch.
After sandwiches and soda on the balcony, Cassie
asked, "Mom, can Sam take me out on a jet ski?"
Janet looked knowingly at Sam who innocently returned
her look. "You want to go on a jet ski with Sam? Well,
I don't know..."
"Aw, please? We'll be alright! C'mon, Mom. Please?"
Cassie looked at Janet with big puppy dog eyes.
"Sam, what do you think? You want to take her out on
one of those?" Janet asked.
"If it's okay with you, yes," Sam responded.
Cassie was almost bouncing in her seat when Janet
said, "Slow down, hot shot. I haven't said okay yet."
Cassie suddenly sat very quietly but with pleading
eyes.
Janet looked at her daughter and then at Sam before
saying, "I suppose it'll be alright."
Cassie jumped up and hugged Janet, kissing her on the
cheek. "Thanks, Mom! This'll be great!"
After cleaning up the lunch mess, they returned to the
beach and set off down towards the jet ski rental
area. It was another half mile from the turtle's nest.
When they got there, Cassie stared at the jet skis
sitting on the sand in all their colors. "Wow!" she
said softly.
As Sam talked to the agent, Janet said, "These look
like something Dr. Quest would've invented."
"Who?" Cassie asked.
"Dr. Quest. You know, Jonny's dad?" At Cassie's blank
stare, she continued, "On 'Johnny Quest,' the cartoon.
Johnny, Hadji, Race? Bandit?"
Sam walked up at that moment and Janet turned to her
in desperation, "She doesn't know who Johnny Quest is!
Help me!"
Sam looked at Cassie and asked, "You don't know about
'Johnny Quest?'"
"No," Cassie said.
"God, I suddenly feel old," Janet moaned.
"Well, my friend," Sam said, "we're just going to have
to find some way to introduce you to him. That cartoon
was part of the reason I wanted to be a scientist. But
we can take care of that part of your education later.
We got us a jet ski to ride."
"Sam," Janet said slowly. "Please be careful."
Sam rolled her eyes toward Cassie, who grinned widely,
and said, "Okay, Doc. But we gotta run. The jet skis
await."
As they sped off across the water, Janet slowly walked
back toward their little spot on the beach.
Occasionally she looked out and spied the little
emerald green and white craft racing through the waves
and she could faintly hear Cassie's happy squeals
across the water.
As she neared their chairs, she heard a pleasant
"Hello. How are you?"
Turning toward the voice, Janet saw Regina, the
redhead she'd met the day before, standing behind the
beach chairs. "Hello. How are you today?" Janet asked
while thinking, 'Who IS this girl? What does she
want?'
"May I sit down?" Regina asked.
Janet nodded her assent as she lowered herself into
one of the chairs. She noticed Regina was again
wearing a very skimpy bikini.
Before sitting, Regina turned around and said, "Do you
like it? I just picked it up and wasn't sure if white
was the right color to go with."
"It looks fine, um, I mean it's lovely. Uh, I," Janet
stammered.
Regina sat down and gently touched Janet on the
shoulder, "It's okay, I understand. I guess you've
never been with a woman before?"
"Wha-what? I, uh, I have no idea what you're talking
about!" Janet protested, amazed at how direct this
girl was.
"Oh, hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I
thought you were interested the way you were looking
and acting yesterday and just now. I must have been
mistaken. I'm sorry," Regina repeated as she began to
rise.
"No, I'm sorry. I overreacted, I guess. Please stay."
Janet looked out toward the water, searching for the
jet ski. She swallowed and said, "I'm not offended. I
guess I should be flattered that such a pretty girl
would be interested in me. It's just that I'm not,
well, that way."
"Thank you for the compliment," Regina responded. "I
am interested and usually don't come across this way.
It's just that I guessed you'd be going home soon and
I didn't want to waste any time..."  The redhead
paused then added reassuringly, "But I would never
force you or anyone to do anything they didn't want to
do. I appreciate you letting me sit here too, after...
 Well, I do enjoy your company."
Janet smiled, then asked, "I hope I'm not being to
forward but may I ask you something?"
"Sure. Anything you want to know," Regina offered.
"Why do you prefer women? I mean, have you always been
a les...well, you know?" Janet blushed.
"Lesbian? Well, I guess I've been gay all my life. I
ignored it and pretended I was straight all through
high school. When I got to college, I found other
girls like me and realized I'd been fooling myself too
long. Is that what you wanted to know?" The redhead
looked at Janet with a raised eyebrow.
Janet gave her a slight nod and then asked, "Have you
ever been with a man?"
"Yes, my high school boyfriend. We took each other's
virginity on our prom night. It was interesting and I
didn't hate it but it's not what I like to do or have
done to me. You know?" There was that eyebrow again.
Janet sat there for a few minutes, mulling over
Regina's words and considering her own thoughts and
actions the past few days.
"Can someone turn gay?"
Regina looked thoughtful for a moment then said, "I
don't think so, but it's possible. You know, I think
it's more that the person comes to terms with who he
or she is. Maybe the person has been lying to his or
herself all that time and has just begun to discover
the truth." Regina looked directly into Janet's eyes.
"And, though I have friends who say no, I believe that
most people are at least bisexual.
"Or I could have no idea what I'm talking about!"
Regina laughed. "After all, a marine biologist doesn't
really study too much human behavior."
"A marine biologist? Like the guy guarding the
turtle's nest?" Janet looked surprised.
"Yeah, that's Steve. He was my boyfriend in high
school. Yes, that one," she said in response to
Janet's raised eyebrow. "We're best friends now. We
both volunteered to watch the nest along with two
other grad students from Florida State. It's fun and
we get to hang out on the beach all day."
Regina smiled and Janet thought, 'She must have to
beat the girls off, she's so pretty and friendly. The
boys too, I guess, since she doesn't look gay. Oh God,
I'm stereotyping.'
They sat quietly for a few moments when Regina asked,
"May I ask you something? You don't have to answer if
you don't want to." Janet nodded, and Regina
continued, "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be
like with a woman?"
"No, I haven't," Janet responded curtly.
"Be honest now."
Janet sighed. "Yes, I suppose I had considered it a
time or two when I was a kid, but then I was married.
I don't have any interest in women." She stopped
there, realizing how lame it sounded. Especially the
part about her failed marriage.
Regina sensed that Janet was holding back but decided
not to press the issue.
They talked some more, mainly about Regina's studies
and sea turtles before Janet heard a distant "Mom!"
"Well," Regina rose from the chair, "I enjoyed our
little talk. See you around."
Janet was sorry to see her go, she was beginning to
really enjoy the younger woman's company but Cassie
quickly pushed those thoughts from Janet's mind.
"Mom! It was the greatest! You have got to go!" Cassie
was gasping in air between sentences. "I want to go
again!"
Sam came up at a slightly less frantic pace but was no
less excited. "It was great, Janet! You have got to
try it!"
"And I would've thought the Gate was a big enough ride
for you," Janet said, kiddingly.
Later, when Cass had run off to her new friends with a
"We're on turtle watch!" Sam looked over toward Janet
and said, "I saw your girlfriend, Regina who rhymes
with a female body part, over here. You two have a
good time?"
Janet quickly replied, "She's a nice person. So what
if she's gay?"  Suddenly aware of what she had said,
Janet stared at Sam, waiting for her reaction.
"Oh? She's gay? Well, I guess my little joke isn't so
much a joke then?" Seeing the look in Janet's eyes,
she added, "I'm sorry. You know I don't mean anything
by any of this. Too much time with Jack O'Neill."
"Can we just drop it?" Janet said testily.
"Yeah, sure" Sam agreed. 'What's eating her?'
Sam and Janet sat quietly for a long time. Finally,
Janet got up and adjusted the umbrella so they were
still shaded and said, "I'm sorry. I guess I was a
little too quick to jump down your throat."
"That's alright."
"No, you are one of the nicest people I know," Janet
said. "And I shouldn't have treated you like that."
"Thanks. Friends?"
"Always."
Back in the condo, several hours later, Janet was in
the shower washing off the remains of the day. She
thought about Regina and what they had talked about.
Was it possible she was gay and never knew it? She
knew she had become preoccupied by Sam. Why Sam? Why
not the colonel or Daniel? Or one of the beach studs?
Sam sat on a folded towel on the bed with similar
thoughts running through her head. She had known for
years that she found women attractive but she never
acted on those feelings. Now she was having dreams
about her best friend. Janet would be mortified. She
had to figure out how to deal with these feelings.
Janet came into the bedroom towelling her damp hair
and asked, "What's for dinner tonight?"
"I haven't thought about it much. Wanna get something
at Winn-Dixie and cook here?" Sam responded.
"You know, I've been thinking, this IS a vacation. I
really don't feel like slaving in a kitchen. The HDTV
I was saving for can wait a few more months. Let's go
out again," Janet said.
"Okay, just let me get cleaned up," Sam left the
bedroom, pulling the straps of the damp swimsuit off
her shoulders.
Janet grabbed the wet towel and took it with her suit
(Sam's suit) and towel to the closet with the
washer/dryer. She loaded the machine but waited until
she could get Sam's laundry too.
They went to a restaurant near the marina that stood
above the beach. The view of the Gulf and the setting
sun was a great addition to the dessert they all
indulged in. They sat in the lounge after dinner,
enjoying the fall of night over the water and had a
couple of drinks. Cassie was antsy to get back in case
the baby turtles hatched but was still well-behaved
over all.
On the way back to the condo, Sam pointed out a
miniature golf course. "We may have to try that some
day soon. As I recall they have a great arcade too."
Cassie looked at the brightly lit layout. "An arcade?
Cool. I'll kick your butt, Sam."
"Cassandra!" Janet said sternly.
"Sorry," Cassie offered lamely. "I'll beat the
stuffing outta ya!"
"Maybe, but I bet I take you at miniature golf," Sam
countered.
Cassie said, "I've never played it." She paused for a
moment and added, "But I learn quickly."
"Ooo, I hear a challenge, Janet," Sam laughed.
"Sure sounds like it," Janet agreed.
Arriving back at the condo, Cassie looked around the
door. "No note, so the turtles haven't hatched yet."
"Wow, you are really into this, aren't you?" Sam
asked.
"Yeah, I am. It's just so cool, you know?"
"I know how cool life science can be," Janet said.
Cassie looked at her as if to say "Well, d'uh! You're
a doctor."  Instead, she asked, "Is it okay if I run
down there and check the nest? It's still early, not
even 10 o'clock."
"Go ahead," Janet said, smiling.
"Thanks, Mom. I won't be out too long," the mini
whirlwind promised as she blew through the door.
"Kids, can't live with them..." Janet began.
"Can't kill 'em," Sam finished what was becoming their
mantra.
"How about some wine and we can sit on the balcony and
enjoy the night air?" Janet suggested.
"Great idea," Sam agreed.
Out on the balcony, Janet took a sip of wine and said,
"Sam, this idea was the best I've heard in a long
time. I'm enjoying this trip and I know Cassie is
having a blast. Cheers!"
"Thank you," Sam replied. "There's no one else I'd
rather be here with."
They looked at each other for a long moment then out
towards the beach. The distant sound of the surf was
restful and soothing.
"Ow! Damn bugs!" Janet slapped her arm.
"Doctor Fraiser! Such language! I'm appalled!" Sam
joked as she got up. "Actually, in the pantry, the
general keeps some of those bug candles. You know what
I mean. I'll be right back."
"Citronella?"
"Yeah, something like that..."
Returning with a small bucket and matches, Sam set it
on the table. The bucket was full of a peach-colored
waxy material with a wick in the center. Lighting it,
Sam said, "This should help."
It did help, the insects left them alone while they
sat out there and talked about plans for the rest of
their stay before letting the conversation steer
itself.
Finally, Janet held up the nearly empty bottle and
said, "Samantha Carter, you are turning me into a
wino!"
Sam shook her head and said, "Yeah, I'm really
twisting your arm." Lightly grabbing Janet's forearm,
she said in a deep, piraty voice, "Drink, wench. I
said drink, damn you! Aarrggh."
Janet started to laugh at Sam's antics just as Cassie
came in. "Hey, what's with the lights?"
"Sorry, honey," Janet called over her shoulder. "We're
out here on the balcony. You can see much better with
no lights behind you."
"No turtles yet," the teenager reported with a yawn.
"I'm tired. I'm going to bed. G'night."
Kissing both women on the cheek, Cassie walked back
into the condo and her room.
Later, both women were asleep in bed. Sam was dreaming
she was slow dancing. As she lightly stepped across
the dance floor, she twirled her partner going into a
movie-perfect dip. Looking down, she saw the smiling
face of Janet. Sam pulled her up and they danced
together, cheek to cheek in a tight embrace.
Janet woke up and sighed contentedly. She loved the
feel of strong arms enclosing her from behind. Looking
over her shoulder, she saw Sam asleep against her in a
classic spoon position.
Startled, Janet debated getting up and rousing Sam,
but she didn't want to embarrass her friend. And
besides, she decided she rather liked this.  She
thought, as she drifted off to sleep again. 'And since
Sam's asleep it really doesn't mean anything. Does
it?'
 (c) John O'Conner
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