How I wished that his beautiful body would be warmer and more intimate! Barbara came over to help me finish packing.How I wished that his beautiful body would be warmer and more intimate! Barbara came over to help me finish packing. When I knew her ten years ago in college, I yearned to have her physical grace. I was the athlete, but she had the moves. When I had told her so, she stammered that no, I was the magnetic, beautiful one. She said she wished she had my strong, fast legs and broad shoulders to do the show-stopping athletic things her slender, shapely legs and small shoulders could not. Funny - we each wanted to be in the other's body. After an hour, we were ready. Paul locked the car and threw his pack on his back. "Let's go!" Barbara looked at me sympathetically, "Well, Sharon, we'll soften him up." I could only roll my eyes. "Bill doesn't seem to need softening." She grinned broadly and started up the trail. Bill gestured for me go ahead of him. I didn't mind, since I knew he would be admiring my legs, and I needed some appreciation after getting the brush-off from Paul for a week. I was surprised three years ago when Barbara married such a seemingly ordinary guy, since she had gone through quite a few of the big men on campus at Stanford, then fast-track doctors, corporate lawyers, industrial heirs, Stanford professors, and others I lost track of. I thought at the time that she must have wanted to be married to a scientist, since she was a good molecular biologist. Bill was some sort of physicist at Berkeley on a special fellowship so he didn't have to teach. |