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"Once More With Feelings"
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About A Girl Named Oz
By: Wen Bergliner
(C) 2005 by Wen Bergliner
Characters and situations copyrighted by,
And used with the kind permission of: "The Night Hawk"
With thanks for his encouragement and for letting me play in his world.
~~~~~ // ~~~~~
Aperitif
It's warm in the big hall, awash with the sound of voices as happy girls 
scrounge the last of the biscuits and pop - a special treat.  Parents stand 
dotted in groups, renewing acquaintances, mothers fanning themselves with 
the day's program while fathers stolidly sweat in their suits.  Look for a 
moment to the corner; there are two girls deep in serious conversation, 
seemingly unaffected by the gaiety around them.  One is tall, reaching 
toward six feet in the modest heel of her school shoes, built solid with 
broad shoulders and big hands, her straight, dark brown hair cut to the line 
of her jaw, and she continually flicks it back behind her ear.  With heavy 
brows, wide, full lips, and square jaw, she will never be called pretty - 
good-looking at best, possibly handsome.  But when she smiles, oh when she 
smiles!  It lights up her face, and for that instant, if that smile is for 
you, you are the luckiest person in the world!
Her companion, on the other hand, is beautiful.  Tiny, barely five foot two, 
maybe eighty-five pounds wringing wet and with honey-blonde hair cascading 
down her back, she is beautiful, her fine features defined without the need 
of make-up, hazel eyes seeming to change color with her mood.  Curiously, 
their breasts are of a size, but on the smaller girl, a B+ cup looks 
voluptuous.
"I'm going to miss you!" the tall brunette murmured as she hugged her 
shorter companion.
"Hey," April said, past the lump in her throat, drawing back and looking up 
to see her friend's tear-bright eyes, "It's only two weeks, and I'm sure we'll 
be roomies next semester, too!"
Generally, room assignments changed year to year on what seemed almost a 
random basis, but occasionally roommates would be placed together for more 
than a single semester.
It was afternoon on a beautiful fall day in 1974, and outside the school 
cars crowded the gravel driveway, waiting to scatter their passengers all 
over the province and further.
The award presentations had concluded an hour ago, the refreshments 
consumed, their friends and classmates farewelled, and it was time to go. 
April looked across the dining hall to see their respective parents 
finishing their drinks, looking around for their charges.
"I suppose we'd better go," she sighed as she reached up to push the brown 
bangs from her friend's eyes, then blushed, remembering.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
One: Entr�e
A Friday in May, 1974
It was late on a warm Friday afternoon as April let herself into the 
deserted room, wearily placing her books on the common desk before sitting 
on her bed.  She pulled off her shoes and socks and rubbed her toes for a 
moment, deciding to have a quick shower before supper.  Pushing open the 
door to the tiny bathroom, she came to a sudden halt, drawing a surprised 
breath.  Facing her was her roommate, nude with a towel over her head as she 
rubbed vigorously at her wet hair.
She stood frozen, the sight of bare breasts pulled high by reaching arms 
sending a strange thrill through her, then her eyes dropped lower.  The dark 
pelt between her legs looked so soft. she had to suppress the impulse to 
reach out and touch -
"Hi!"  Dark brown eyes looked down at her from under the stilled towel.
"Oh!"  April squeaked and felt herself blush to her toes.  "I.  I'm 
s-s-sorry!" and fled into the bedroom where she stood trembling and 
breathing deeply, strange feelings coursing through her body, her nipples 
hard.
"Hey, Oz!  What's wrong?"  She trembled as she felt a gentle hand on her 
shoulder.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you."
April took a deep breath and turned to face her roommate, now wearing a 
loosely wrapped bathrobe.  "I, I, wasn't embarrassed," she fibbed; "I was 
just surprised, that's all," but her deepening flush gave lie to the words.
A raised eyebrow told her how much she was believed.  "Oh.  Okay.  Hey, 
supper's soon.  Are you going to have a shower?  You'd better hurry!"
Water coursed off her back as she thought back to the brief encounter, the 
glimpse of nipples and the smooth brown triangle replaying in her mind, idly 
wondering how it would feel to run her fingers over the soft skin.
"HEY OZ!"  The sharp rap at the bathroom door startled her as she realized 
all she had been doing for five minutes was rubbing her front with the 
washcloth.
"C'MON!  You'll be late!"
"I'll be right out!" she called, quickly rinsing off the last of the soap 
and turning off the water.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
April opened her eyes and looked at the other bed, just able to make out the 
shape in the night-lit room, then closed them again.  Usually she had no 
problem getting to sleep, but in the half-hour since lights-out she had 
tossed and turned, hoping she wasn't keeping her roommate awake.  The 
evening had been a blur, and she realized she had no idea of what she had 
eaten at supper or what they studied after.  When her table companions had 
asked why she was so distracted, she had shrugged it off as being worried 
about tomorrow's test, but thought she saw a small smile curve those full 
lips she couldn't get out of her mind.
The tiniest noise of movement from the other bed reached her ears as she lay 
with her thoughts whirling and she looked to see the shape take form, moving 
slowly to her back.  She watched as the slow movement continued, one hand 
seeming to move between the legs and the other going to a breast.  Her 
roommate's breathing deepened until April realized with a thrill what she 
was doing!  She was jilling-off!  April had learned about it from one of her 
friends on vacation but had done it only a couple of times in the security 
of her locked bedroom at home, fear of the embarrassment of confession 
stopping her from doing it here at school.
She realized with a start that her own hand had crept down and her fingers 
were under the waistband of her panties.  She stilled the errant digits, not 
daring to move lest she disturb the thrilling, wicked sight half-seen in the 
dim light.  The breathing from the other bed quickened along with the 
movement of the hidden hands then a drawn out susurration.
April froze.  The figure relaxed for a moment, then drew one hand from under 
the light blanket, and put fingers to her mouth.  A sudden fierce shiver ran 
down April's back as she realized what that meant - her roommate had just 
tasted herself!
Fifteen minutes later after she was sure the other was asleep, she quietly 
rolled to her back and let her hand wander under the waistband of her 
panties, slowly down to the luxurious growth, there to creep between the 
swollen nether lips and into the hot wet pleasure.
And in the other bed, her roommate heard the suppressed gasps and smiled as 
she drifted off.
A smile of anticipation.
~~~~~ // ~~~~~
Two: Gentling
The Next Day.
"Damn!"  April thought to herself as she struggled to get the brush through 
the knot in the back of her hair, but all that escaped her lips was a short 
annoyed grunt.
"Here, let me," came the voice of her roommate, and she felt the bed move 
under the other's weight.
"Uh, thanks," she replied, handing over the brush and turning her head, not 
wanting to reveal her blush.
She felt Krissy's strong, sure hands start to work out the knot as she 
commented, "You've got a real tangle here!  How did you do that?"
"Uh, I don't know," she replied, "I must have slept on it or something," not 
seeing the knowing smile.
It took another ten minutes, but finally Krissy announced "There!  All 
better!" but continued to brush, now taking full strokes from the front all 
the way to the end of the honey-blonde mane.  "You've got beautiful hair, 
Oz," she murmured.
"So do you!"  April replied quickly.
"Oh, it's all right I suppose, but yours is beautiful," then exclaimed, "oh, 
poo!  Look at the time!  We're late!  C'mon, breakfast will be over before 
we get there!"
Krissy bounced off the bed and took April by the hand, effortlessly pulling 
her to her feet.  April overbalanced and stumbled into Krissy, pressing her 
cheek against a firm breast for a moment.  Krissy put her arms around her, 
stopping her from falling any further as she regained her balance.
"You okay?"  Krissy asked as she released her.
"Uh, yeah, thanks," April replied, but the feeling of those strong arms sent 
a little shiver down her spine.
"That's okay, I shouldn't have pulled so hard," she said with a grin.  "C'mon, 
get your shoes, we gotta go!"
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
For April, Saturday night was a replay of the previous evening, although she 
had to lie quietly for twenty minutes before Krissy started her gentle 
movements, culminating in a quiet moan, licking her fingers, and rolling to 
her side to sleep.  Ten minutes later, one hand was sliding between her legs 
while the other teased a nipple as she imagined Krissy's strong arms 
enfolding her, holding her tight as she reached her peak and moaned out loud 
while in the other bed, Krissy smiled and played gently with her own nipple, 
listening to the sounds of her roommate's passion.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
Sunday, April opened the bathroom door to find her roommate naked once 
again.  She froze, her hand still on the door handle, and stared as Krissy 
bent to dry between her toes then slowly straightened, sensually drawing the 
towel up her leg.
"Hi, Oz," Krissy smiled, "are you going to have a shower?"
"Um, yes," April replied, and watched as Krissy's nipples grew stiff and 
long.
"I'll get out of your way, then," Krissy said cheerily, walking up to April 
as she stood in the doorway.
Tearing her eyes from the sight of the smooth rounded breasts just below her 
eye level, April looked up into the gently smiling face, focusing for a 
moment on the full lips before looking Krissy in the eyes.
Her mind seemed to blank.  "Uhh?"
Krissy placed a hand on her cheek and she thrilled at the gentle touch. 
"Are you going to move for me, Honey?"
April felt the flush start at her chest and spread to her face - and down as 
well, past the butterflies in her tummy to center around her suddenly damp 
slit.
"S - sorry," she managed to say as she released the doorknob and moved 
aside.
Somehow the doorway wasn't wide enough for both of them, and Krissy had to 
brush her breast against April as she squeezed past and closed the door.
April's shower was sweet torture, as every touch of the washcloth excited 
her sensitive skin, and she dared not spend too much time cleaning between 
her legs lest she succumb to the temptation to finish herself right there 
and then.  She turned off the shower, squeezed the excess water from her 
hair, and reached for her towel.
It wasn't there.
She looked around the tiny bathroom.  It was nowhere to be seen, and Krissy 
had taken hers with her, so she couldn't 'borrow' it.
"Krissy?" she called.  No answer, so she called again, louder.  'Damn,' she 
thought, 'Krissy must have gone out of the room!'
"KRISSY!" she yelled.  Nothing.
She had taken two steps toward the door when it quickly opened to show 
Krissy dressed only in her panties, making her jump.
"Oz!  What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.
"Uh, I forgot my towel!"  April unsuccessfully tried to cover herself with 
her hands.
Krissy looked at her for a long moment, then slowly got a big grin.  "And 
with you all wet, too!"
"Oh Krissy!  Stop teasing!"  April wailed.
"Oh, all right, you just stay there and drip for a moment," she replied as 
she went back into the room, reappearing a moment later with a folded towel. 
She went to pass it to April, at the last moment lifting it high above her 
head with both hands as she stepped close.  April reached for it with one 
hand, when the towel disappeared and she found herself touching a breast - 
another girl's breast!  - Her fingers a nail's breadth from the hardening 
nipple!  Reflexively, she snatched her hand back, but it trembled in mid-air 
as if it had had a mind of its own, and that mind screamed 'let me touch!'
"And what do you say, little girl?"  Krissy asked teasingly.
"Uh?  Please?"  She tore her eyes away from the sight to look at Krissy's 
face, taking in the towel far above her head.
"Please what?"
'Please can I touch your nipples!' was in her brain, but managed to say, 
"Please can I have my towel?"
"Since you're such a good girl then!"  In one quick movement Krissy unfolded 
the towel and wrapped it around April from front to back, pulling her close. 
April found her face pressed to a firm breast, oh so close to those 
wonderful nipples, and for a moment snuggled in Krissy's strong arms.
Just as quickly she was released as Krissy stepped back.  "I'll leave you to 
get dry, then," she said, her face flushed, and quickly left the little 
bathroom.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
That night was a different kind of torture for April.  Krissy seemed to fall 
asleep quickly and although April lay awake for almost another half-hour, 
nothing happened.  Eventually, she dozed off, awakening in the morning with 
vague memories of erotic dreams and Krissy's breasts.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
"Hey Krissy, you going to confession this afternoon?"  Annette asked 
quietly.
"Nah!" she replied.  "I don't need to confess, I've been a good girl!" 
winking at April with a smile.  Her smile slipped as she added, "and 
besides, Father Roberto is doing confession today."  She paused.  "I don't 
like him," she concluded quietly.
Silently, April agreed.  Father Roberto seemed nice enough, but his touch 
made her skin crawl, and more than once she had seen girls emerge from 
confession with tears on their faces.
They spent the afternoon visiting with one of the retired nuns who told them 
stories of working amongst the Inuit Indians, which would have been 
interesting had they not heard them many times before -now they were part of 
the school's folk-lore.
But the entire day, it seemed Krissy was never far from her, always within 
sight, almost always ready to touch, to give a hand to lift her to her feet, 
to open the door, to brush against her.
By bedtime, April was wet.
Not moist, not a little aroused - she was WET.  Her nipples inside her 
sensible bra had been stiff for hours, and she just KNEW they were sticking 
out for all to see.
Ten minutes after lights-out, Krissy hadn't moved, and April was almost 
ready to explode.  Then she heard the rustle of cloth from the other bed as 
Krissy turned onto her back, then a long drawn out exhalation of pleasure. 
April stayed on her side to watch, one hand jammed between her own legs and 
a finger spreading her slipperiness from the lips to the little pleasure 
bump, while the other hand toyed with an already hard nipple.  After a 
while, Krissy's breathing deepened.  April's excitement grew as she watched 
her roommate undulate, her knees lift and spread wide under the covers, a 
hand going from breast to breast.  Her own breathing quickened as Krissy's 
breath deepened, almost panting, and her mind was a whirl of images as she 
imagined seeing Krissy naked with her hand between her legs, Krissy's hard 
nipples, Krissy's strong arms around her, then she heard Krissy moan, "Oh! 
Oh!  Yeah, babe!  Oh!  Ohh!  Oh April!  Oh yesssss!  Yesssss!  Ohhhh! 
Apriiilll!"
It was Krissy's face she saw inside her eyelids as she moaned out loud, 
fingers hard on her magic button and clamped on her nipple, hurting so good 
as her mind exploded in pure pleasure.  "Oh, Krissy!" she groaned, not 
knowing what she said and not caring if the world heard.
She was on her back - she didn't remember turning - two fingers still 
between her lips, a little pressure prolonging the pleasure while the 
fingers on the other hand slowly caressed around her nipple.  Absently, she 
drew her wet fingers to her mouth, tasting herself.
'I wonder what Krissy tastes like.' a distant thought said she shouldn't be 
thinking such things, but then it went away.
Eventually she opened her eyes, knowing Krissy must have heard, but not 
caring, feeling she had been part of something special, intimate, closer 
than she had ever been to anyone ever before. she turned to face the other 
bed, and Krissy was on her side facing her.
She saw a gleam of teeth as Krissy smiled.  "Oh babe, that was wonderful! 
Thank you!"
Sated, April dropped off to sleep, a little confused - why had Krissy 
thanked her?
But feeling loved.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
That night started a string of firsts for April Waters.  A week later, they 
shared their first tentative kiss, and a week after that she had her first 
climax at the hands of another.  Her lover, she finally admitted to herself. 
Her first lover.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
Three: Vacation
"You two ready to go?"  Krissy's father asked as they approached the group 
of parents.
"Yes, Daddy," Krissy answered quietly.
"Good!" the big man said.  "Listen, Krissy, your mother and I have been 
talking with Mr. and Mrs. Waters - you know we're going down to the farm for 
a few days, don't you?  Well, would you like to come with us, April?  We'll 
be going up to the city next Thursday, and you can stay with us there, or 
Krissy can visit with you, if you like."
The two girls looked at one another for a moment, then wide smiles spread 
across their faces.  "YES!  YES!" they chanted together, and the two fathers 
exchanged a wry look.
"I think that's a yes," April's father said, smiling.  "How about we go take 
care of the luggage?"
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
Four: The Cherry Orchard
"Who's that there with your mom and dad?"  April asked.  She was examining 
an elaborately mounted portrait photograph hanging in pride of place on the 
living room wall and recognized the younger images of Krissy's parents.
It was dusk outside; Krissy was showing April around the house after getting 
her settled in the guest bedroom.  Krissy's mom was in the kitchen preparing 
a light supper as they had stopped to eat along the way, while her dad made 
some phone calls.
 "That's Aunt Sue," Krissy replied a little wistfully.  "She got killed in a 
car accident when I was about two, I think.  That's me she's holding, Mom 
says I was about three months old then."
Something about the pose struck April as being a bit unusual, and she 
pondered it for a moment, then it struck her -Krissy's smiling dad was 
standing behind the seated women, his hands on the shoulders of both women 
while they held hands.  She turned to Krissy.  "Your mom is real cute," she 
said teasingly, and got a gentle whop on the ass.  "So is your dad!" she 
added, "OW!"
"You just behave yourself, little girl!"  Krissy growled in her ear.  "You're 
mine, you hear!  Mine!"
 April looped her arm around Krissy's neck, wrestling her off balance and 
tripping her to the floor then straddling her.  She put her hands on Krissy's 
shoulders, holding her down and looked into her eyes.
"Whose?"  She did her best growl, but it came out falsetto.
"Mine!  Mine!"  Krissy grinned, then added quietly, "And yours, always 
yours.  I love you, April Waters."
"And I love you, Christine La Plaine.  Yours, always yours!"
April pressed her lips briefly to Krissy's then pulled away as they realized 
they were making love in the middle of the living room, pictures of Krissy's 
parents peering down on them as they lay on the carpet.
Neither saw the face that appeared for a moment at the doorway.  Having 
heard the thump of a body hitting the floor, Katherine La Plaine quickly 
moved up the short passage between kitchen and living room just in time to 
see the kiss.  She wore a small secretive smile as she turned back to the 
kitchen.  'Well, well,' she thought, 'who would have expected that!'
She heaved a nostalgic sigh as she picked up the knife but was soon humming 
a little tune, her thoughts of happy days almost twenty years in the past.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
April opened her eyes at the rap on the bedroom door to see it swing open 
revealing Mrs. La Plaine's smiling face.
"Come on sleepyhead, breakfast is almost on the table!  Ten minutes, or Ren� 
will eat it for you!"
April led the way into the kitchen to find Krissy's father well into his 
breakfast.
"Just in time," Krissy's mother beamed as she piled two plates with food, 
back bacon with fried potatoes, eggs, and sausages and placed them on the 
table.  "I told you, you don't get here and Ren� will start on yours!"
As the girls took their seats, Mr. La Plaine growled, "Damn!  Lost again!"
Both girls looked at him uncomprehendingly, then at Mrs. La Plaine.
"Your father bet me that he would be having your breakfast too," she smiled 
and heaved a mock sigh as she ran her fingers through his hair.  "You would 
think he's learnt to never bet with me - he always loses!"
"Um, Mom?  What did you bet?"  Krissy asked.
Unaccountably, her mother blushed as her husband emitted an evil chuckle. 
"Never you mind, Krissy, you just eat up," she said.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
"We're going to take a nap, honey," Krissy's mother announced after lunch, 
taking her husband by the hand.  "Why don't you two go for a walk, hmm?"
April almost giggled at the sight of Krissy's mother towing her father 
away - he was so big compared to his wife -then took in the look of 
anticipation on his face.
A little later, they crept hand in hand close to the master bedroom, there 
to hear the outcome of the bet.  "Oh yes, you bastard!  Eat me!  EAT MY 
CUNT!  Make me come!  Oh YES!  YES!
They looked at each other, blushing, then fled the house giggling, the 
sounds of passion ringing in their ears.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
The grapevines stretched in lines to either side of them as Krissy led a 
curious April by the hand, her other holding a small bag, eventually 
reaching a small stand of trees at the end of the field.  Wrapping an arm 
around April's shoulder, Krissy led her through the trees to show her a 
small stream bordered by a grassy area where she dropped the bag.
"Oh Krissy!"  April exclaimed, "It's beautiful!"
"Gramma and Poppa planted these trees when they first came to live here," 
Krissy said quietly.  "Mom calls it the Cherry Orchard."
"Are those cherry trees, then?"  April asked, looking around.
"No, not a one," Krissy replied, 'I never knew why she called it that."  She 
gave her lover a small hug as they looked at the slowly moving water.  "We 
used to come here a lot to swim, but then we moved up to the city.  I still 
try to come down every time we're on the farm, even in winter.  Mom told me 
once that this was where she decided Dad was the one, and that I'd be 
bringing my someone special down here one day."
"And I have."  She leaned down to cover April's mouth with hers in a 
passionate kiss, their lips parting to exchange tongues.  Then she pulled 
back, her face flushed, opened the bag and pulled out a blanket, which she 
spread on the grass.
Slowly unbuttoning April's top, she said, "When I was a little girl, I 
always had a dream that this was where I would find my true love.  When I 
got older and found out what virginity was, this would be the place I would 
give it to my lover.  And my darling, today is the day."
The buttons undone, she pushed the blouse off April's shoulders so it fell 
to the ground.  She bent to kiss her lover on the mouth once more, then 
knelt before her, kissing her bare stomach as her fingers worked at the 
buttons of the checked shorts.  It was the work of moments before the shorts 
and flowered panties were gone.
"My turn," April said, gently drawing her lover to her feet.  Just as 
slowly, just as lovingly, she released the buttons of Krissy's shirt, 
finally reaching up to push it off to reveal the firm B-cup breasts, then 
stroked her thumbs over the nipples as they erected to their full half-inch 
length.  She released one to cup a cheek with her right hand, saying, "You 
are beautiful!"  She saw the full lips part and stroked them with her thumb, 
preventing any protest.  "You are beautiful, my love, my darling, my 
beautiful darling."
In her turn, she knelt before her lover to draw down the shorts and plain 
white panties, her height placing her lips at the level of the brown furry 
mound, so she kissed it, hands wrapped around to caress her lover's ass.
She pulled back and looked up, way, way up.  "It's time you were down here, 
my darling!"
Krissy lowered herself to the blanket, and April kissed her again, sucking 
her lips and gently caressing her face.  "I am going to make you feel so 
good!" she whispered as she rubbed her naked breasts on her lover's.
Krissy's ears were next as she kissed them, licked them and worked her way 
down, kissing and licking at her breasts but avoiding the sensitive swollen 
nipples, just flicking them with her fingers as a promise of pleasures to 
come.
April felt Krissy twitching under her, hips giving little jerks as her legs 
unconsciously separated, and reached down to feel the wetness, running two 
slim fingers lightly between the swollen lips to spread the copious juice 
over the protruding pea of her clit.
Slowly, gently, surely - neither was an experienced lover, but April just 
kept doing what she knew her lover liked -but slowly.  At last, one slim 
finger penetrated the hot, tight hole and Krissy moaned.
"You feel that, honey?  You feel my finger in you, deep in you?"  She slid 
the single finger out, then pushed it in till her bunched knuckles were 
pressed hard against the wet, warm flesh as Krissy moaned.
"I can feel it, I can feel your hymen, your virginity around my finger, I'm 
going to do it now my love, you are mine, I love you!"
April withdrew her finger, then bunching three together, drove them deep 
into her lover, destroying the precious skin forever.
Krissy jerked.  The pleasure of April's hand hitting her swollen clit and 
the sharp pain of her ripped virginity taking her suddenly, shockingly, into 
a massive orgasm. beneath her, April felt her lover go rigid for the longest 
time, her fingers squeezed in her lover's spasming cunt, mouth open in a 
silent scream before she relaxed, taking a deep shuddering breath.  April 
slowly withdrew her fingers, continuing to run her fingertips over the 
swollen lips as she planted little butterfly kisses on her lover's face.
Krissy opened her eyes.  "Hi, lover," she said dreamily.
April responded with another kiss.  "You're mine now," she said, "I've got 
something of you that no one else can ever have."  She brought her fingers 
up and watched Krissy's eyes widen at the sight of the blood - then put the 
bloody digits in her mouth and sucked.
"You are really, truly nasty!"  Krissy exclaimed in shock.
"Yes, I am," April, agreed, "but I can never ever do that again, and I 
wanted." she kissed her lover again - "I wanted a part of you, I suppose."
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
They bathed in the stream then shared the single towel and sat for a while 
on the folded blanket, Krissy telling stories of how her family used to 
skinny dip in the stream when she was young.
"Then I got embarrassed 'cause I was growing breasts, I guess, and I wouldn't 
go without a bathing suit."  She grinned.  "But I think I've got over that, 
being on the volleyball team this year and showering in the gym with all the 
other girls!"
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
Katherine La Plaine looked out the kitchen window to see the two girls 
walking arm in arm as they approached the house.  Having April here was a 
good idea, she decided.  Krissy usually just moped around her bedroom when 
they spent time on the farm.
"Hi, girls," she called, her back to them as they came through the door. 
"Where did you get to?"
"I took Oz down to the Cherry Orchard," Krissy replied, and her mother 
dropped a plate noisily into the sink.
She turned, wiping her hands on her apron and looking closely at the two. 
"Did you now?" she asked, "and did you enjoy yourselves?"
Both flushed a little.  "Oh yes," April said brightly, "It's a lovely 
 place!"
Katherine reached a hand to stroke her daughter's cheek for a moment.  "That's 
nice, dear, I'm glad.  Now you two go get cleaned up, we're having coffee 
and cake on the porch in a moment," and turned to take the whistling kettle 
from the stove.
They looked at each other for a moment - what was that about?  - then did as 
they were bid.
Later on the porch, Krissy's father asked, "April, how did you get the 
nickname, Oz?"
"Oh, my Mom was Australian, and I was born on January 26th" she replied - at 
the blank looks she explained "Australia Day."
"Was?"  Ren� asked.
April nodded, 'Yes, she's Canadian now, but my aunt sends us a jar of 
Vegemite twice a year.
"What's that?"  Krissy asked curiously.
"It's a black salty spread you put on bread or toast," April explained, "I 
like it, but my dad can't stand it!  He says it tastes like shit!" then she 
blushed at her word.
Katherine and Ren� laughed.  "But if your birthday's in January, why did 
they call you April?"  Katherine asked.
April blushed some more.  "Uhh, that's when I was conceived," she admitted.
Ren� slapped his leg in amusement.  "And you have a brother and sister?" he 
chuckled.  "What are their names?"
"Julius and Freida!"  April giggled, "It was all Mom's idea!"
Ren� roared laughing.  "Oh, I think I like your mom!" he chuckled when he 
calmed down a little.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
The following day, after an early breakfast they attended church in the 
nearby town, and while Kate and Ren� renewed acquaintances, Krissy and April 
wandered the hamlet looking at the local sights.
That afternoon while Krissy's parents had another 'nap', they walked once 
more down to the Cherry Orchard where April made a wonderful discovery - she 
most definitely liked a little pain with her sex and screamed her orgasm to 
the sky when Krissy forced two wide fingers into her narrow channel, while 
she pinched her own nipples till they were white.
Krissy looked April in the eyes as she licked her fingers before April 
pulled her down in a long tender kiss, sharing the taste of pussy juices 
mixed with the tang of virgin blood.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
Thursday rolled around much too soon for the girls, although Ren� had been 
spending more and more time conducting business on the telephone, and by mid 
afternoon, they were back in Toronto.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
On Labor Day, Monday, September 2nd, the two walked into St Ursula's each 
carrying a small bag while April's father grumbled behind them with two 
large suitcases.  Krissy had been wearing a secretive smile for most of the 
drive down, and as they went to collect their room assignments, she broke 
into a wide grin.
"Sister Gabe!" they greeted the nun at the table and gave her a quick hug.
"Girls, it's good to see you.  Maybe this is the year for the volleyball 
team, eh Krissy?"  She flipped pages on her clipboard.  "La Plaine, ah here 
you are, Krissy, yes you're in the same room as last semester."
For April, the suspense was terrible as she slowly turned pages to the 
bottom of the stack, running her finger down the list - and then turned 
another page.
"Waters. ah, there we are!"  She looked at April and beamed.  "You're in the 
same room as Krissy!  Now, off you go, get settled in and we'll see you at 
supper."
"You knew!  You knew already!"  April elbowed her taller companion in the 
short ribs as they walked along the path to the dormitory.  "How did you do 
that?"
"Actually, it was easy, Annette told me how.  All you have to do is ask!"
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
Five: Freaky Friday
Friday, February 28th, 1975
My irritation grew as I made my way under the leaden grey sky through the 
late afternoon traffic, until I was hurling assorted oaths in French, 
Spanish, and English at the idiots getting in my way.  I drew the line at 
Italian - I would have needed both hands free to do the language justice.
Mary gave me Kate's message when I got back to the office just before two, 
and she didn't know what it was all about - just that it was important and I 
had to be there.  I tried to call her, but all the housekeeper could tell me 
was she had already left in a panic, saying it was an emergency, and if I 
called, to tell me she'd meet me at the school.
Not for the first time, I regretted letting her have her way - our daughter 
could have been at a good school in Toronto, living at home for the last 
three years without all this bullshit of living away from home, with us 
trying to find time to visit her.  In fact, I'd seen her only briefly at 
Christmas, as I had spent two weeks in France stitching up a wine 
distribution deal, and she was gone by the time I got back early January. 
Unfortunate, but unavoidable.  If she had been living at home, I could have 
taken both her and Kate with me for a long overdue, if short family 
vacation.
It had taken me another hour, but I'd managed to clear my schedule for the 
weekend, although I tentatively arranged a meeting for Sunday afternoon. 
Mary, efficient as always, booked a room for us at the Ramada Inn on Highway 
7 not too far from the school, correctly thinking that I wouldn't want to 
drive the two hours back to Toronto tonight.  She also asked our housekeeper 
to pack overnight bags for the two of us, which I picked up on my way out of 
the city.
Five forty-five saw me pulling up to the main entrance of the school, tires 
crunching almost inaudibly on the snow-speckled gravel drive under the 
Caddy.  I parked beside Kate's car, then stiffly heaved myself out and 
stretched a moment.  I was thirsty and needed to pee, but it could wait. 
Locking the car, I made my way up the stone stairs, opening the big door 
into warmth and light.  The foyer was deserted and quiet, but the light was 
on over the reception desk, and I walked over to see a small bell beside a 
neatly lettered cardboard notice:  Please Ring For Assistance
I rang it vigorously and waited.  Nothing.  My temper rising some more, I 
picked it up again and rang it longer and harder.  I put it down and almost 
jumped out of my skin when a voice behind me asked "Sir?"
I whirled around to see a nun I didn't recognize looking up at me 
enquiringly, her head tilted to one side.
"Oh, I didn't hear you sister," I said gruffly.
"That's quite all right, sir," she replied.  "Can I help you?"
"I'm Ren� La Plaine," I growled.  "I'm to meet my wife here."
"Oh, yes, Mr. La Plaine," she replied with a smile, "please come this way." 
She lead me to a waiting room where my wife and daughter sat, both looking 
upset, with Christine's roommate and two other girls I recognized, although 
I couldn't remember their names.
Kate jumped to her feet as I entered the room.  "Oh, honey, I didn't know 
what to do."
"What's this all about?"  I interrupted.  "Are you in trouble?"  I scowled 
at my daughter.
"Ah, Mr. La Plaine," came a male voice from behind me.  I jumped for the 
second time since arriving, and turned to see a priest following another nun 
into the room.  "So good of you to come," he said, holding out his hand. 
His words held the faintest hint of censure, and I bit back a sharp retort 
as I took his hand.
"Father McManus.  Can you tell me what this is all about?"
Without answering my question, he turned to the nun beside him.  "Mr. La 
Plaine, you know Sister Elizabeth Ann, principal of St. Ursula's."
I nodded to her.  "Sister," then belatedly took her extended hand.
"Mr. La Plaine," she gripped my hand briefly, then turned to the girls. 
"Annette, Mandy, if you don't mind?"
The two of them stood, murmuring "Yes, Sister," and left the room, closing 
the door quietly behind them.
The nun turned back to me.  "Mr. La Plaine, I'll be brief.  As you know, the 
school had a doctor examine all the members of the volleyball team after 
they won the city finals."  I didn't, but didn't let it show on my face. 
"The doctor has found some irregularity with Christine's tests and requested 
a meeting with you, your wife and Christine at your earliest convenience."
I felt like she had tipped a bucket of cold water over me as I turned to 
look at Krissy.  She looked the perfect picture of health, even better since 
her volleyball team had started playing competitively.  I looked back at the 
Sister and opened my mouth, but all that came out was "Huh?"
"I told Dr. Parker you lived in Toronto, and I rather think he expected you'd 
make an appointment to see him next week.  However, when I heard you were 
coming down this evening, I took the liberty of calling him.  He has 
requested me to tell you that he will available in his office until seven 
this evening.  He did not offer any other detail apart from saying that it 
could be potentially serious."  She added, "However, Dr. Parker did request 
Christine not be told of his concern until he could see you all together."
I looked hard at Katherine, but she averted her gaze, looking miserable as 
she stared at the floor.
"Right," I said tightly.  "I suppose we had better see him then," wondering 
why in God's name he wanted both parents to attend.  Potentially serious? 
What was going on?
There was a discreet knock at the door, which opened to the nun who had 
guided me here, bearing a tray of glasses and a pitcher of what looked to be 
lemonade.  She placed it on the magazine table and poured then offered 
glasses to Kate and myself.  I'd have preferred coffee, but took it anyway, 
finding it sweet and quite refreshing.  As she did, Sister Elizabeth Ann 
produced an abbreviated street map of London and indicated where I might 
find this Dr. Parker's office.  "I shall call him directly to let him know 
you have arrived and are on your way," she added.
I thanked her and the old priest, then turned to my family.  "Honey, 
Christine.  Are you ready to go?"
Kate rose, but Christine remained seated, looking a little tentative, and I 
didn't blame her.  "Daddy?" she said in a tremulous little voice.
My heart melted.  She could wrap me around her little finger and knew it, 
but she was a good girl and never took advantage of me - well, almost never.
"Cherie?"
"Daddy, can Oz, can she."
I saw that she was clutching her friend's hand fiercely, her knuckles pale 
with the strength of her grip.
I glanced at her mother.  Kate's face was calmer now, but after all these 
years I could read her eyes almost as easily as she read me.
"Are you sure, Cherie?"  I asked Christine.
She nodded, relief plain in her eyes.
"April, are you sure you want to do this?"
She nodded fiercely.  "Yes sir, I.  I."  She caught herself for a moment. 
"Yes, sir, I do," she repeated, looking up at my daughter.
I turned to the nun.  "Of course, Mr. La Plaine," she smiled as I opened my 
mouth.
I was stunned.  I knew how strict this school was with their students; they 
had a reputation for it.  And the principal was effectively releasing a 
student into the care of someone not her parents!  Christine's condition 
must be much worse than they were letting on!
After a short stop in the men's room, I was guiding the Caddy down the 
drive.  "Christine, talk to me.  What happened?"
"Daddy, I don't know!"  I could hear the suppressed panic in her voice, and 
looked in the rear view mirror to catch a glimpse of her holding tight to 
her diminutive blonde roommate.
"It's okay, Dear, just tell me what you remember," I said soothingly.
"Well, on Sunday morning they did a physical on all the team, like blood 
pressure and stuff, and Nurse Julie took some blood, and later Dr. Parker 
looked at all of us."
"Alone?"  I snapped, interrupting her panicky flow of words.
"Oh no, Daddy!  Nurse Linda was there all the time, too!"
"And did he say anything to you at the time?"  I asked her, more gently this 
time.  "Just a moment!"  I exclaimed as my mind caught up with what she had 
said.  "Why did they do a blood test?"
"Sister Gabe told us it was so they could prove that we didn't take any 
drugs," she replied.  "As if we would!" she added with scorn.  "We're just 
better than them!"
Her tone left me no doubt she was referring to every other volleyball team 
in the greater London area, bringing a brief smile to my face.  Then I had a 
sobering thought.  If the school was taking such precautions, the world of 
schoolgirl volleyball was much dirtier than I had realized.  I turned my 
thoughts back to Christine.  "Okay, did Dr. Parker say anything to you?"
"Just that I had to rest my leg for a couple of days, and I would be fine. 
But then Nurse Linda told me Wednesday they had to take another blood sample 
'cause the first one got spoiled or something."  Her voice trailed off, and 
I knew she had realized as I did that the second sample was to check on 
something they found in the first.
I took my right hand from the wheel to find Kate's hand reaching for mine, 
as I knew she would.  "It's okay Cherie, we're almost there.  I'm sure Dr. 
Parker will be able to give us good news.  Say, how would you like to stay 
with us at the Ramada?  Your mother and I are booked in there tonight."
There was a long pause, then she asked tentatively "Daddy, can we have our 
own room?"
I chuckled, and she knew she had me.  Kate's hand squeezed mine, and I 
briefly squeezed hers back.
Ten minutes later, I was parking in front of an impressive two story 
building in the old town, thinking that for a school doctor, Dr. Parker was 
doing okay.  I opened the door into an imposing waiting room decorated in 
period furniture, the only occupant a man about my age sitting at a desk 
working on some papers.  At our entrance, he looked up with an infectious 
smile.  "Ah, the La Plaines, I presume!"  Rising from the desk, he offered 
his hand.  "Hello, I'm Dr. Gary Parker."
As we hung our coats, I made our introductions, and he looked at April for a 
moment but just said, "Please come into the office."
He opened another door into a plushly fitted office, all wood paneling and 
heavy drapes, and seated us around a coffee table, rather than at the large 
desk taking up one corner of the room.
"Right," he began, "I don't know this young lady here," looking at April.
"April is Christine's roommate and best friend."  I said, "Christine asked 
for her to come along."
"Ah," he said, nodding.  "Very well.  Well, I'm surprised to see you so 
soon, but that's all to the good.  Were you coming down to visit?"
"My wife received a message today that our daughter has a serious health 
problem," I replied with some heat, "why would we not come immediately?"
"Oh," he said, blinking.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give that 
 impression!"  He paused a moment, then went on.  "It's not really a serious 
condition, yet, though it could become so in the future."  He looked at 
Kate, then me, and finally at Christine.  "Krissy, I believe you are 
potentially diabetic.  Your pancreas seems to be under-active, and you could 
have health problems in the future if your condition worsens."
We all sat stunned for a moment, and we must have opened our mouths in 
unison, as he held up his hand.  "I repeat, it's a potential condition. 
Krissy, you've been doing quite well keeping it under control, and with 
proper diet and exercise, you shouldn't have anything to worry about for 
many years.  The main thing is that you, and your doctor need to be aware of 
it."
He looked around at us all again.  "Some background.  Sunday last, the 
school took blood samples from all the volleyball team."  He looked intently 
at Kate and me.  "You may not be aware of it, but the student agreements you 
signed gives the school permission to do this if they think it necessary - 
it comes under the heading of required medical treatment.  The blood test 
found elevated glucose levels in Krissy's sample compared with the others, 
although it was within normal limits.  The school nurse took another sample 
on Wednesday, and the second test was at the upper range of acceptable."
"Krissy, this condition need not change your life much at all.  You need to 
be aware of it, and how it affects your diet, but you seem to be handling it 
very well already.  It certainly does not prevent you taking part in sports, 
in fact, exercise and staying fit is part of ongoing treatment."  He smiled 
warmly.  "So I expect to see you on that team at the National finals!"
Her relief was palpable, and I felt an enormous weight lifting from my 
shoulders.  Then Krissy sighed.  "Nationals.  Don't you think we should win 
the Regionals first?"
Dr. Parker chuckled.  "I've been watching your games, Krissy.  I don't think 
you'll have any problems tomorrow."
He went on, "I will speak to the school nurse about helping you with your 
diet choices, warning signs and so on.  You should consider contacting the 
Canadian Diabetes Association; they give good long-term support and advice."
He went on to talk for ten minutes or so about diet plans, exercise, and 
some of the things she might expect in the future.  "Now girls, if you will 
excuse us, I wish to discuss something with Krissy's parents."  Christine 
looked dismayed.  "I promise I am not going to talk about you, I just need 
to talk with your parents for a few minutes."
Christine still looked worried, but they left the room, closing the door 
quietly behind them.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
Dr. Parker looked at us for a moment as if thinking on his words, then began 
"Girls don't often develop diabetes so young.  It's mostly boys.  Girls are 
mostly carriers - they pass it to their children, and if they do develop 
diabetes, it usually shows up later in life.  Because it's shown up in 
Krissy, it means you," he nodded at Kate, "almost certainly carry the genes 
for it, but you won't necessarily develop diabetes."
He looked at me and I felt the chill of bad news coming.  "On the other 
hand," he continued, "you almost certainly are or will become diabetic."  He 
began ticking points off on his fingers.  "You're about fifty, you're 
overweight and unfit.  Do you find you're becoming thirsty often, along with 
a need to urinate frequently?"  I nodded.  "Your appetite has probably 
increased, and you're becoming tired more easily.  Irritable until you've 
had your morning coffee."
I nodded again, stunned.
"Don't be too worried," he smiled.  "Some people don't find out until it's 
much worse.  Think of it as like putting a finger in a dike - a relatively 
small action now can prevent a disaster later.  Make an appointment with 
your doctor as soon as you can.  Talk to him - he can arrange tests and 
advise you on what steps to take.  In the meantime," he grinned, "talk to 
your daughter about exercise and diet.  She seems to have it well under 
control."
"What about Christine?"  Kate asked.  "Who's going to treat her?"
He rose, glancing at his watch.  "Oh yes, I'd better clear that up right 
now."  He went to open the door, calling "Krissy?  Would you come back in?"
She and April came into the office holding hands, and my heart ached that it 
wasn't me supporting her.
"Mr. and Mrs. La Plaine," he began formally, "Krissy.  If you are agreeable, 
I will take Krissy as a patient and supervise her condition during her final 
year at St. Ursula's."
I looked at Kate's eyes for a moment, then turned to our daughter.  "Krissy? 
Is that what you want?"
She looked at us, then turned to Dr. Parker.  "Yes, sir, I want you to be my 
doctor."
He looked at me and grinned.  "I'm not going to make you the same offer -I 
don't do house calls to Toronto!"
His quip lightened the moment, and Kate and I laughed, while Krissy and 
April looked a bit puzzled.
"Right, Krissy, here's what I want you to do," he said.  "First, I want a 
blood test each week for the next four weeks - I know," he sympathized to 
the face she pulled, "but it's necessary.  I also want you to keep a diary 
of everything you eat and drink, and all your activity.  Don't change how 
much or what you eat or exercise, I just need to know what it is.  Okay?" 
She nodded.  "After that, we'll have a good idea of where to go next.  But 
as I said before, you're already doing a good job."
"Krissy," I said, getting her attention.  "Dr. Parker told me something too. 
He thinks it's probable" - "Possible," he murmured - "that I have diabetes 
too.  Maybe you can give me some eating and exercising tips eh?"  I said to 
her shocked face.
"Oh, Daddy!"  Her eyes teared as she rushed to wrap her arms around me, and 
I held her tight, stroking her short hair and feeling her athletic body 
pressed against mine.  Her shoulders shook a little, and I whispered, "it's 
okay, Cherie, it's okay.  We'll be okay, we can do it."
She lifted her head to look at me, her eyes bright with unshed tears. 
"Yeah, we can do it," then she giggled, patting my substantial belly.  "But 
first you've got to get rid of this!"
"Oh no!"  I groaned.  "My daughter the slave driver!"
As we were putting on our coats, Dr. Parker sprang one more surprise.
"I didn't mention it before, but I'm probably one of the doctors in London 
best qualified to treat your daughter.  You see, I'm diabetic too!"
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
Six: Surprise
The weight settling on the bed and a gentle hand stroking her hair roused 
April from a very pleasant dream that involved Krissy and a blanket on the 
grass.
"Mmmm," she hummed at the delicious feeling, then realized her lover was 
spooned up behind her, breasts pressed against her back, with one arm draped 
heavily over her and a hand cupping her bare breast.
She opened her eyes to the sight of mature female hips dressed in a mature 
female skirt, right in front of her on the bed.
She jerked in shock while behind her Krissy went "Mmmmf?"
"Good morning, sleepyheads," Katherine La Plaine said, and Krissy squealed 
and pulled the blanket up to her eyes, completely covering April in the 
process.
Kate peeled the blanket down a bit to reveal April's frightened eyes peering 
up at her.  "You two must have had a late night," she smiled.  "It's after 
nine!
"Mom?"  Krissy squeaked from under the blankets.
Kate leaned to pull the blanket from her daughter's face and kiss her 
lightly on the cheek.  "It's okay, Honey, I understand."  She sat up and 
went on briskly, "Now come on you two, up you get!  Your father is hungry 
and wants his breakfast.  Then afterwards we'll go shopping, I'm sure you 
don't want to stay in those school uniforms all weekend!"
With a parting pat to April's cheek, she left through the connecting door to 
the next room, closing it behind her.
"Do you think she saw?"  Krissy asked fearfully.
"Of course she saw," April replied, staring wonderingly at the closed door, 
"You had your hand on my boob when I woke up!  Do you think she's going to 
tell your dad?"
"Aaaghhh!"  Krissy moaned.  "I don't know!"
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
Fifteen minutes later with hair and teeth brushed, they were following 
Krissy's parents down the hall to the elevator.  "Oh, Darling?"  Kate said 
as they waited for the 'ding.'  "You'll have to amuse yourself for a couple 
of hours after breakfast.  The girls and I are going shopping!"
He groaned theatrically, much to the amusement of another couple also 
waiting.
"Oh goodie, can I come?" asked the wife, to general laughter.
"No, you may not," her husband replied.  "We're checking out, remember?"
"Err, Mom.  I have to play today."  Krissy said.
"Oh, I'm sure we can catch up with your team," Katherine said, "but let's 
spend some time together while we have a chance."
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
The girls' tension had abated somewhat by the time breakfast was over, 
Krissy's Mom having not mentioned anything at all about what she had seen.
Kate took a sip of her coffee, looked at her husband, then at the two 
sitting opposite her.  "I think it's time your father and I told you a 
story, girls - well the short version, anyway."
Krissy and April stiffened.  Here?  Now?
She put her hand over her husband's, and he turned it over to hold hers, 
gently stroking with his thumb.  "Once upon a time in the wine country," she 
began, "a young man lived on a farm, working in the family business.  He had 
dreams and plans, and when he grew up, he worked very hard to make his 
father's business bigger and more successful.  One of the people who came to 
work on the farm during the picking season was a girl from a nearby town, 
fresh out of high school and almost ten years younger than him.  Well, she 
caught his eye, and he wasn't too bad either, being big and handsome and the 
boss's son, and she ended up working for him full time, and eventually they 
fell in love."
She paused to look lovingly at Ren�, while beneath the table, April's hand 
sought out Krissy's.
"One day, he took her to a special place, and said to her 'forever, if you'll 
have me,' and she said yes, and on the grass there, she gave him her most 
precious gift."  She smiled.  "And it turned out, for all him being big and 
strong and handsome, it was his first time, too.  It was a miracle it turned 
out as well as it did!"
"It was a short engagement, and before winter arrived, they were married 
with both their parents' blessings."
She paused to sip her coffee, then looked at her husband.  "Ren�?"
He squeezed her hand and leant over to kiss her gently.  "You're doing very 
well, my Darling," he said in his bass voice.
"That winter," she continued, putting down her cup, "the young man wanted to 
try something new he'd heard about, ice wine, and they got some people in to 
help pick the frozen grapes.  Among them was a young university student from 
Quebec, who was taking time off from her studies to see our country before 
she decided what to do with her life.  They got to talking and found they 
had more in common than not, and she ended up staying the whole winter.  The 
young wife and her husband talked to each other about how they felt, as 
their parents had advised them, and in the spring, they took the young woman 
to their special place and told her what was in their hearts."
Krissy sniffed loudly and they exchanged a tear-filled glance as April 
grabbed a napkin and wiped her eyes before handing it to Krissy.
"She said 'yes!' and so, in their special place, they bore witness before 
God and each other, and three became as one.  And she in her turn gave them 
her most precious gift."
"And her name was Susan.
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
A while later, Krissy asked, "What happened to Aunt Sue, Mom?"
"She was Momma Sue, Honey," Kate said.  "Well, we had four wonderful years 
together.  She was as much your mother as I was - we were so close that her 
milk came in at the same time as mine when I had you.  And just as well, we 
had two to feed," she said, pointedly looking at Ren�, who blushed.  "She 
wasn't exactly popular with her parents though, after all - she had quit 
university to live on a farm - but when you were about two years old, she 
got an invitation to her sister's wedding.  The day after the wedding, she 
phoned us in tears and said she was leaving to come home, and the next thing 
we knew was the police were ringing to tell us she'd been in a bus accident 
in Eastern Ontario.  Eleven people died, and she was one of them.  We gave 
them her parent's address, of course, but later we had the devil's own job 
finding out from her family what had happened, why she had left her sister's 
wedding early and sounded so upset on the phone."
"Eventually, we found out why."  Kate took a deep breath.  "When she died, 
Sue was two months pregnant.  Her parents refused to let her spend another 
night in their house.  They drove her out. and to her death."
  ~~~~~ // ~~~~~
Six: One Door Closes.
Fitter and healthier than I had been in years, I sat beside my darling wife 
Kate, and Jorge and Marie Waters in the auditorium at the University of 
Toronto for our daughters' graduation, proudly watching as they accepted 
their well-earned accolades.  Although we had expected our daughters would 
go on to university, they had surprised us with their choices - April 
electing for medicine and Krissy a business major - and both had graduated 
in their disciplines with first-class honors.
April had accepted an offer from the Research Institute of the Toronto Sick 
Children's Hospital, specializing in diabetes research while Krissy had - to 
my delight and relief - accepted a position with La Plaine Fine Wines, Inc.
I was already planning my retirement!
And then there was that strapping young man they had recently brought round 
to visit.
  ~fini~
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