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Our heroine’s advenutre continues

This is not a story I wrote myself. I found it elsewhere years ago, and thought I’d share.
It had been a fairly interesting evening. Although I don’t much go for bars of any description, I do like to play pool, and on Wednesday night we had the pool tournament down at the Other Place (silly name for a gay bar, but I’ve seen worse). For the past several weeks, I had won easily, although there was much amazement at my technique… I came an hour early, bought a pitcher of beer, listened to music and drank. Then, just before the tournament, I bought _another_ pitcher, played two practice games, and then I was
ready. Every week, the other entrants all looked for me to be an easy mark with that much alcohol inside me. And every week the alcohol loosened up my hyper-analytical personality, letting me relax, keeping me from doing mechanics calculations prior to each shot, and let me sink any shot I called out to the amused and amazed on-lookers. This week was the same, and I was in the final best-of-three games in the last round, playing against the final challenger to see who would get the prize.
She’d introduced herself as we met over the table, saying her name was Kim. She was an attractive woman, maybe an inch under six feet unshod, just a bit over in the ropers she was wearing. She had golden blonde hair, eyes so green that tawdry words like “emerald” couldn’t do them justice, a beautiful, smart-ass grin, and what seemed to be a very well-made body in those tight Wrangler jeans. I did all the cataloguing somewhere in the back of my head, as I watched her racking the balls on the velvet; she grinned as she
took the rack away, twirling it between her fingers as it cleared the tops of the balls. Now I was tipsy enough still not to be too tight, but even so I could feel the tension as I poised myself to break. An observer looking at me would have seen a fairly pretty but intent woman, clad in the standard uniform for the Other Place: jeans, boots, tight T-shirt. I was bent over the end of the table, the round curves of my ass emphasized by the tight denim jeans, my blue eyes intent on the table before me. I brushed my long, ash- blonde hair away from my face, placed the cue just so, set myself, and uncoiled through the place where the white ball had been a moment earlier. My break was unorthodox and even a bit silly- looking, but I got the balls well-scattered, and two dropped. This would be a good game, the magic was all in place. My opponent brushed against my hip as I rounded the table, an accidental contact as she stepped out of my way, letting me take my place for my next shot. “Nice break!” she told me, flashing a mega-watt grin my way. I hardly noticed, other than to smile back before shooting again. This time I couldn’t make the pocket, and I stood aside to watch the other woman play. What was her name? Oh yes, Kim.
The grin she had worn before was gone as she carefully considered the table from all sides. She was intent and methodical, carefully setting up her shot, checking the angle, and finally sinking the ball in such a fluid, graceful motion that I was momentarily amazed that a human body should move so smoothly. She shot again, and again, and I began to wonder if I’d get another chance, until at last she missed, and I had another opportunity. It was easier this time, as she’d gotten several of her balls out of the way: eventually I missed a shot again. We went back and forth over that game, which I won by just a hair… that being the distance she’d been off when she’d shot at the eight and missed. The second and third games were much the same, and when it was all over, I had won numbers one and three, I had a twenty-five dollar bar tab as my prize, while she had ten. “Care to drink one on me?” I asked her, indicating the pitcher-full of amber liquid. She
grinned and agreed, and we took ourselves over to a table at the side of the room. We tried briefly to talk, but as soon as the tournament was through, the owner cranked up the music, substituting disco with a heavy bass line for the country and western that they tended to play for “us girls.” It was after ten now, and the guys were starting to come in: in another hour, they’d have the place pretty much to themselves. It was impossible to make ourselves heard over the too-loud music, so we drank and watched others in companionable silence. Finally, I asked if she’d like to head over to Denny’s for some coffee and a chance to talk, and she shouted her agreement over the music. We escaped outside into the cool, quiet dark.
When our ears quit ringing, she made a counter-suggestion. It was late, she’d be disturbing the people she lived with if she traipsed in at this hour, and how about if she crashed at my house, and took me for coffee in the morning? I thought the idea sounded wonderful, and told her that my sister was out of town, so I had
an extra bed, freshly made up, and that I’d be glad to have her stay over. She followed me the few miles to my home, and we went inside. We talked for an hour or two, sipping rich, dark, imported ales that seemed almost sweet after the American brews at the bar. We talked about inconsequential things, she telling me about her job on campus, and me explaining to her that I was a student, and so on. We were almost exactly the same age, as I’d just recently gone back to school, our families came from the same part of the
state, and we were from from similar types of families. Eventually we headed upstairs, where I showed her to the master bedroom. “I hate to mess up your sister’s bed,” she said to me, “and I see you have a kingsize. How about if I just sleep on the other side of your bed? You don’t mind, do you?” I thought nothing about it, and told her that that would certainly be all right with me. I showed her my drawer-full of T-shirts and assorted nightwear, and told her to help herself while I took a quick shower to relax after the tension generated by the over-loud music.
When I came back to my room, relaxed and dressed in a crisp, clean, oversized men’s oxford shirt, she was already in bed with the covers pulled up under her chin. I got the lights out, and crawled in with her. “Do you mind if I snuggle up next to you?” she asked. “I’ll do it after I’m asleep anyway.” This was not quite-
so-standard in the “slumber-party/girls-sleeping-over” model I had in my head, but I readily acquiesced. This lady was beautiful enough to be a professional model, she had a wonderful, innocent air to her, and I was being ridiculous to even suspect that she was coming on to me at all. I told her of course that would be fine,
and so she eeled over against me where I lay on my back, draping her right arm across my waist, her right leg over my leg, and pillowing her head in the hollow of my shoulder. My heart was definitely beating a bit faster than usual, but I tried to relax, shut my eyes, and go to sleep. “Do not,” I sternly warned myself,
“even think that this woman is interested in you! You’ll piss her off if you suggest it and possibly ruin what could be a very nice friendship!” The internal lecture was in full swing, when she began stroking her fingers down my side, back again over my ribs, across my breast, and down again. I groaned silently, hoping that she wouldn’t notice my tension or arousal… “She said she wanted to cuddle, she’s half asleep, you are NOT going to respond to this and scare her off!” I told myself angrily. “She doesn’t even know you! You’re being ridiculous!” I told myself. But her hand continued its teasing glide over my body, and every few minutes her fingers would trail across one hardened nipple, driving me mad with the electric jolt of arousal that shot straight into the growing warmth in my loins each time she did it. Finally I caught her hand with my own.
She looked up at me with an inquisitive look. Hoarsely I told her, “If you keep that up, you’re going to be in trouble…” Her answering grin could have lit the football stadium, “Maybe I want to be in trouble!”
I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. “Oh.” was all I could manage, and now her teasing fingers had started unbuttoning my shirt, and she was sitting up, looking down at me, all the while grinning in obvious pleasure. It wasn’t that I thought myself unattractive, mind you, that had caused me to be so slow on the uptake. It was simply that she was so utterly beautiful and graceful, I felt like a mortal honored unduly with the prescence of a goddess. And right now that goddess was stroking tight little circles around my nipples, causing them to crinkle down into hard peaks, which her fingers rubbed and tweaked and pulled. I don’t think I have ever been so aroused, before or since. I pulled her down to me, meeting her lips with mine, and kissing her was like drinking honey wine; sweet, intoxicating. In my single previous affair with a woman, I was usually the one who took the lead in sex, and that old girlfriend had always encouraged me in the
“butch” role. But when I tried to take the initiative now, Kim pressed me back against the bed, telling me that I was to lay back and enjoy what she was doing. It felt, well, indescribably sensual. Having her make love to me this way made me feel utterly feminine, in a way that making love to men, or even another woman never had, and I loved the feeling.
She undressed me, making me lift my hips so that she could slide my panties down over my ass, then leaned down and kissed me, pulling me up with her into a soft embrace as she slid the shirt back off my shoulders. The velvet softness of her breasts against mine was unabashedly sensuous. My arms were around her now, stroking her back and sides while our lips stayed locked togethr, our tongues battling silently in their own satin caress. Before I could try and tease her out of her clothes, she pushed my back
again against the pillows, and kissed me softly on the lips, the cheek, nibbled at my earlobe a moment, then outlined the ear with her hot, wet tongue. I moaned again, as her hands continued doing wicked and wonderful things to my nipples and her tongue traced intricate patterns along the soft skin of my throat, dwelt a moment in the hollow between my collar bones. Soon her lips fastened on one hard nipple, though the other was not neglected either, being rolled between her long, strong fingers. Her tongue, which had seemed so soft against my own while we were kissing, now became a hard, demanding instrument, flickering in fast circles around the nipple, tracing the aureole, her lips nibbling the hard peak, sucking gently then firmly. My world narrowed under this treatment, focusing only on the sensations from my nipples and the answering
twinges between my legs. I felt helpless, empowered, exalted, abashed, wanton, shy…
My breath was coming in hash, ragged gasps, and I could hear myself moaning as I neared orgasm solely from the wonderfully wicked things she was doing to my breasts. She was well aware of my situation, though, and suddenly the air was cold on my wet nipples, and her warm lips were seeking their way down the arch of my ribs, across my sides (ticklish… she grinned me another wicked grin), then planted a kiss above the triangle of Venus. She wordlessly encouraged me to pull my knees up, as she stationed herself between my legs. Her voice was a bit ragged, too, when she instructed me to reach down and part the wet folds for her tongue. A shock of pleasure rocked my body as her lips softly touched my clitoris is a gentle kiss. She bent her head, just teasing with the tip of her tongue, dipping first deep into my well, then running
it up along the slit, meeting my clitoris again. Now she pressed her lips tightly against me, the pressure of her kiss holding the hood of my clitoris back, exposing the sensitive head to the searching, flickering dance of her skilled tongue. I could feel my back arching as if each touch of her tongue wound me tighter and
tighter, a spring coiling to a level of unbearable tension. “Let me…” she whispered, pausing from the alchemy she was working to look up and twine my fingers with hers, holding my hands tightly above my pubis in her strong grasp, before bending her head back to my center. Her strong grasp had my hands pinioned, her arms encircling my hips and holding me down against the bed, while licked and sucked and stroked and flickered… the orgasms started very quietly, slow gentle waves of pleasure rolling through me, until she let go of one hand and suddenly plunged her fingers into my pussy causing me to gasp, to buck, to cry out as the real orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I had time to think, confused, that I’d been wrong all these years, I’d never had an orgasm, THIS was an orgasm, and ohmigod, could I live through such intense, overwhelming, soul-straining pleasure? I SCREAMED with the release, barely hearing the noise over the pounding of my pulse in my ears, and my vision started to tunnel down, grayness blacking out the edges of my vision. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the experience. The orgasm kept happening, and each moment I was amazed again as the strength of it increased. My legs were trembling, I could feel my hips moving involuntarily, restrained from out-and- out bucking by the grasp of her arm around me, both of my hands gripping her one like a lifeline, holding on in mingled terror and exaltation. Then she took her fingers out of my pulsing cunt, just for a moment, before sinking her thumb back into me… but now her wet, slippery fingers were teasing my asshole, playing with the tight rosebud there, until she slipped first one, then two digits inside. I had never felt anything like the sensations that shot through me now. She was lashing my clit with her experienced tongue, her thumb and fingers were pumping in and out of me, simultaneously piercing both ass and cunt, and I continued to come, continued to scream, I could feel tears rolling down my face, I
couldn’t take anymore, I couldn’t sustain this level of stimulation… ohmigod, I can’t take it, oh no, no, oh god… Awareness came back to me gradually, like the quiet stealing advance of dawn across the dimly lit twilight hours. I don’t know if I actually fainted or whether my brain just couldn’t process the data anymore. Kim was now kissing and softly licking my clit, no longer directly on the exposed head, her fingers inside me still, but motionless. I could feel my muscles clench upon her fingers as occasionally small waves of pleasure would ripple through me, aftershocks after earthquake, the tide behind the tsunami. In a moment I would make love to her…
Kim pulled herself up and lay atop my body, her long legs twining with mine. I kissed her, putting all my heart and soul into it, the taste of my own juices reminding me of the amazing feelings that I’d just experienced, and causing weak aftershocks of orgasm. As if she could read my mind, Kim shifted so that one of her legs was between mine, applying firm pressure against my clit. I couldn’t keep my hips still, even though I was still trembling with the exhaustion of the tremendous series of orgasms that I’d just had. Each slow thrust of her hip against my cunt evoked an answering orgasm, and this continued for several minutes as we kissed long and passionately. I couldn’t believe, even now, that this wonderful, lovely woman was making love to me. My hands were wandering up underneath the T-shirt she had on, stroking along her sides, running softly down her back.
All at once, my eyes filled with tears, and I hugged her fiercely so that she wouldn’t see. I had had at least a dozen lovers by that time, and before this I had never actually had an orgasm, even though if you’d asked me an hour before, I would have told you different. The experience was overwhelming, stirring emotions and
responses within me that I couldn’t name nor define. Later I was to look back and see that from that transcendent moment on, I would have given her my heart or soul had she asked me for it, I would have died for her smile: all those melodramatic, exuberant sorts of overreactions, they all applied to the way that woman made me feel.
As Kim returned my hug with equal strength, I was able to regain my composure. With a gentle motion, I urged her onto her back beside me, and started kissing at her navel and worked my way slowly up her ribs. A little sly and playful nibble there proved that she, too was ticklish, but I’d save tickle fights for later… my lips continued their peregrination upwards, finally finding the warm, soft swelling of her breast. I tugged her shirt up over her breasts, and she helped me pull it off over her head. The creamy white skin, the pale pink of her nipples stood out against her golden tan. I just sat, propped up on one elbow, and looked for a moment, enjoying the perfect curve of the breast, watching her nipples slowly harden from some combination of the cool air and the pressure of my gaze upon them. I couldn’t wait very long however, before lowering my lips to suck one hardened nipple into my mouth, sucking, nibbling, running my tongue in slow circles around the hard peak, flickering across the nipple. My left hand strayed over to her other breast, and stroked the underside of its soft swelling curve, thumb teasing the hardened pink nipple. She had one arm around my shoulders, stroking my hair with the other, pressing my head to her breast to indicate that I should suck harder. As I complied, she gasped quietly, then let out a low moan as my left hand found it way to her panties, and began investigating the path within. I slid my hand inside the thin cloth, and slipped first one side and then the other down past her hips, exposing her loins to my questing fingers. Her hand had left
my hair, and she was trying without much success to free herself of the minimal confinement of her panties. Regretfully, I left the nipple that I had been suckling, sitting up to help her finish removing them. My god, but she was gorgeous! She was indeed blonde, and the streetlight made the curly hair gleam, droplets of moisture catching little sparks of light, like diamonds glittering in a net of spun gold. A shiver took me then as I looked at her, my arousal mounting high again. She looked like an alabaster and chalcedony statue, an idol waiting to be worshipped. This I did, kneeling between her legs, kissing softly from her instep to her ankle, up her leg, meeting the soft flesh of her inner thigh with my lips, evoking answering shivers from her. I was teasing, delaying the final homage of my lips while reeling in the heady scent of her like a bee in an orchard. Finally my kisses found their way to their destination. I spread her tender folds to expose her wetness, and very slowly lowered my lips to suckle the nectar at the center of her flower. She tasted of salt and peaches, with a faint hint of honey.
She let loose a deep contralto moan, one that seemed to reverberate in my very bones with its heavy load of sensuous arousal as I ran my tongue tip from her opening to the small protrusion of her hooded clit. I sank against her, kissing her open-mouthed, exactly the same sort of kiss that I would have delivered mouth-to-mouth, my tongue twining about and teasing her clitoris with feather- light stokes. I could feel the trembling tension in her long legs which she had wrapped around me. Her hands stroked my hair, gradually stilling, then suddenly seizing me firmly to guide my tongue all the better. She urged me on, the pressure of her hands encouraging me to flicker my tongue more firmly and quickly across her swollen clit. I worked my hands under us, sliding two fingers deep into her open pussy. Again she let loose with that deep and wrenching moan, and I could feel the goose bumps rising down my spine as my own arousal edged up a notch with hers. She was starting to gasp and make little mewling sounds now, and I kept well in rhythm with her cries as I lashed her clit with my tongue. I removed my fingers from her cunt, causing a wordless cry of dismay from her, but immediately set my other hand to the task of stroking her pussy. Meanwhile, the fingers of my right hand were now thoroughly wet, and taking a leaf from this beautiful woman’s own book, I began to tease her asshole with my slippery digits, finally sliding a wet finger deep inside the tight opening. Now she began bucking her hips wildly, driving her cunt against my mouth, hands tight in my hair, thrusting hard to impale herself upon the fingers which pierced her front and back. I had all I could do to keep licking her hot cunt, fucking her ass and pussy with both hands, and remember to occasionally breathe as well. I couldn’t control my own aroused reaction, and I was driving my own hips into the mattress in time with her thrusts as well. Suddenly, she let loose with a banshee cry, stiffening a moment and holding my head tightly against her. I never let up on her engorged clit, licking and flicking my tongue over it as fast as I could. The trembling of her legs was like a tightly strung bowstring, quivering with tension, and I was amazed to feel the rhythmic contractions of her orgasms quite clearly via the finger in her ass. I had never been so completely aware of a woman’s orgasm before now, and the wonder and sense of power this gave me pushed me over the edge into an orgasm of my own.
I continued to lick her clit until she could unknot her fingers from my hair, and pull me up to lay above her, holding her as she shook with reaction. She said nothing yet, just kissed my neck softly where she had buried her face in the angle of my shoulder. I clung to her as well, certain that I had died and gone to heaven. Making love to her had renewed my arousal, and I hadn’t been able to satisfy my needs by humping the mattress earlier. I hoped that she would do something about this in a moment, but the urgency was past, replaced by a glow of contentment mingled with arousal. The next time would be slower and more sensual, but equally passionate and overwhelming in intensity, if our first pass at love was any
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The next year I found a note at the grave site that said “we will be here when you are ready”.
For the next three years nothing changed, I would go home in the summer and spend a lot of nights laying between their graves and meet John every fall and spend the winters down south.
The next year I found a note that told me that my parents had passed away. It didn’t say how but it didn’t need too.
That fall I was waiting at the normal spot that I would meet John at but after waiting for over two weeks I left and went to the trading post. After giving my furs to the trader he asked if I had heard about John, shaking my head no he told me that they heard that he was found in his camp. It seemed he had die in his sleep and they just found out last night.
That was the night that The General told his story.
After that I lost track of time or maybe I just didn’t want to know.
Every summer I got home there was always a note and the girl was always there along with the older lady. As the years passed the girl was growing and the other lady seemed to slow down.
One summer I that I was home there were a lot of helicopters flying around one day and the next day. I had to move from one of my normal trapping spots three valleys over because there were a lot of people there. I was hunting in the valley on the other side of home when I saw a girl waving as a helicopter flew over head. I knew that they could not see her as she was in the trees.
After the helicopter had passed I could hear her crying. I stood up from my hunting blind and started walking to the girl. When she saw me I don’t know if she was more scared of me or the fact that she was lost.
Now I had not cut my hair or beard in a long time and I didn’t wear normal clothes, what I wore I make from the animals that I killed. I was told I looked like the guys from a movie about mountain men. Now I had not really talked to anyone since I left those many years ago and even less since John had passed away.
The girl was wearing what I knew was Girl Scout clothes that was easy to see. Before she could run I told her I only wanted to help her find her way home.
I had stopped walking to her and she just looked at me. I told her that there was a town just over the ridge and if she followed me I would show her.
I turned and slowly started walking home. At first I didn’t hear her move and I was wondering if I was going to have to go into town to tell someone where she was but after a little bit I could hear her following me.
After I topped the ridge and started down the girl started to move faster, I turn and when I did she almost fell down trying to stop. I told her not to run as she might fall or run over the many drop-off that are hidden up here. After that I started back down the hill.
Once I got to appoint that there was a well used trail I stopped and moved to the side. I told her if she followed the path it would take her to the town and help but I warned her again not to run.
As I moved off to the side and back up the hill she started down. I followed her most of the way but stayed hidden so as not to scare her.
That night there was a note thanking me for helping to bring the girl home and again telling me that when I was ready to come home they will be there.
I left shortly after that because people started coming up into the area, mostly police and guys with guns.
The next summer I was just coming back from fishing when I heard a noise. Now living in the woods this long I could tell what noise belong to what animal and where and how far away it was. I knew that this was a person and I was almost to the top of the ridge when I heard it. As I looked over the ridge I saw a girl standing looking around.
When she said I know you’re here somewhere I just want to thank you for helping me last year and to tell you something someone asked to pass along if I ever saw you again. When you’re ready come home.
I watch as she went back down the hill towards the town. I did not see her again all summer and no one else came up. I spent the rest of the summer at home and most nights laying between Amy and Emily trying to remember them.
That winter was a hard one the cold hit even down where I normally went so I think I was a little late getting back home because when I got there, there were two notes. The first one was the same that has been left every year and the second one asking if everything was ok.
The next Sunday I saw what looked like two ladies going to the graves and then one of them kneeled down then stood up fast and waved.
It was about halfway through summer when I came over the ridge and saw a girl sitting on a log. She surprised me because I had not heard her.
I must have made a noise because she turned before I could move and slip away. She stood and said “I knew you were back”. I looked at her and she looked familiar. She giggled and said “you don’t remember, two years ago I got lost and you helped me home”.
I just nodded yes and she said “last year I came up here one time to thank you but didn’t know if you heard but I couldn’t come back because my mom found out and grounded me”.
I think it was the first time that I laughed in many years. She said “oh you think it is funny that I come up here to thank you and get in trouble”. I shook my head no and sat down right where I was.
She looked at me and said “I know you can talk because you did before. Why don’t you now”.
I looked at her and asked her what her name was, she smiled and said “Paula what’s yours”. It actually took a second to remember and I told her Charles. She laughed and asked “what did you forget your own name”. When I lowered my head she said she was sorry.
She then asked me how long had I been living in the mountains, I told her I didn’t know and that I didn’t even know what year it was.
She didn’t tell me what year it was but she did talk about when she got lost. She was out hiking with the Girl Scouts when she went looking for something that her aunt has always said was up here. Then she got lost and only being 13, almost 14 and alone in the woods for the first time she was scared. Then she giggled and said I had scared her even more at first but then she remembered something and them it was ok.
Now I never asked a question the whole time she was talking, one because I haven’t talked to anyone in a few years and second seeing her there just smiling and not scared like before just made me feel good.
When she stood up and said she needed to get back to town before she gets in trouble again. I stood up and told her that I was glad she was safe.
She smiled and said “I’ll try to get back up next week but if I didn’t see you again thanks for being there for me”.
After Paula left there was something that keep bugging me about her but I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
She did make it back up the mountain one more time just before fall started and we again talked. Well she talked and I mostly listen. But before she left I told her I was going to be leaving soon because of the weather so she should not come back up the mountain. She asked if I was planning to come back again next year. I told her yes I would be coming back every summer as long as I could.
After I said that she had a small frown but I didn’t say anything.
After saying my goodbyes to Amy and Emily I left for the winter three days later.
I had only been home for three days and it was Monday, but I only knew this because I watch as two ladies walked to the graves and one of them waved the day before. When I walked over the ridge to check the grave yard I saw Paula sitting in the same spot that I did last year. I did not even recognize her till she spoke. Now if my memory was correct she was she was 13 almost 14 and that would make her 16 almost 17.
I again sat down where I was and listen to her talk about last year, school, and her friends. Finely she looked at me and said “Tell me what you did all winter long.”
I sat there looking at her for a bit, the last person I said more than yes to was her and that was last year. So I figured I would start there and after I said that she stood up and slowly walked over to where I was and sat down in front of me and said “I really want to know what you did”.
So I told her everything but going to the grave yard and saying goodbye to Amy and Emily. When I was done she smiled and said that wasn’t so bad was it.
I laughed and said no. I also saw it would soon be getting dark. I told her this and she said yes and that she needed to be getting home.
Two days later I was just looking at the grave yard in the morning when I saw Paula coming up the path that I had led her down three years ago and as I watched her something just felt so familiar. It was like I had watched her walk a hundred times before.
I moved to where I was the other day and sat down to wait, as she was walking up the path she saw me and said good I don’t have to wait haft a day for you to show up.
I looked at her as she sat down in front of me she said that she had waited Monday for over five hours for me to show up.
We talked all day, mostly she did but she asked me a lot of question and I answered them.
Over the rest of the summer I saw Paula every Monday and Thursday. Some days we would talk and others I would show her around the mountains. She would even bring up a picnic basket once a week and would leave me the leftovers. Mostly bread and jams. When school started up she could only come up on Saturdays.
Fall was coming and the weather was getting colder and I told her I was going to have to leave soon, she asked if I was sure and I told her yes. She asked if I could wait till after next Saturday because she had a dance Friday and she wanted to tell me all about it. Now I knew that she didn’t have a father at home and I felt sad for her.
I had already stayed a week longer then I should have but I didn’t tell her this. So I told her that I would.
That next week I got everything ready to leave on Sunday.
Paula was there early Saturday morning and she told me all about the dance. I knew that she didn’t have a boyfriend to take her because she told me that the person she liked didn’t know it.
She stayed all day, we eat the lunch that she brought and she made me take the two jars of jams that she brought. When I could tell that it was getting time for her to be heading home I told her so.
As she was getting up she said “I hope you come back next year”. I told her me to. That night I said my goodbye to Amy and Emily.
I almost didn’t make it over one of the passes because leaving late and the snow came early. When I made it to the trading post The General said he was wondering if I had tried to stay up north or got stuck in the snow. One thing I have learned about The General was he really did care about most of us.
When I looked at him and said it was close, the snow in the pass was already deep. He had a shocked look then laughed and said “that was the most I have ever heard you say at one time”. Then he yelled round of drinks on him.
Winter seemed extra long this year and before heading to the pass I stopped to sell the furs that I had and pick up some supplies. The General came over and he said I see you’re back to your old self. I just nodded.
He put his hand on my shoulder and said it was nice knowing you and walked away. Now I had heard him say this to a few people and they never showed back up. Most of them were found a few years later in one of their camps or I should say what was left of them, others were never heard from again.
Now I heard some of the old guys talking about a late snow coming and they were staying a few extra days but I wasn’t. The weather was already getting to hot for me so I headed out.
I had just made it over the pass when the snow started but I made it so I started my way north.
When I got home it was almost dark so I put my gear down and made my way to the grave yard. Again there were two notes the first was the same as always but the second. It said “I can’t wait for you to come home so I can see you. Paula”.
Now it had been a long day with me pushing to get home. As I got back to my gear I held the two notes thinking about the one Paula had left and I just didn’t understand it.
It was real late before I was in bed and fell asleep.
I woke to the sound of the church bells and quickly ran over to see a lady running to the graves and an older lady following. Before the older lady even got to the grave I saw the one that had ran to the grave start waving. But this time she didn’t turn around like before waving to the hills all around the church, she was waving in my direction only. As I watched I saw her hug the older lady then run to the parking area.
I watch the older lady go to the graves and sit down. Even with the weak scope I had I could tell she was talking to Amy’s grave.
She sat there a long time and I all most missed the first sounds of someone come up the trail. I got up and moved so I could see both the grave yard and the trail the best I could.
It was easy to see the white coming up the path and I knew it was Paula. She must have been the person at the graves and I’m sure the other was Amy’s mom.
It took me a minute or two to move to the spot I would sit at last year. I was sitting there about five minutes before I saw the white dress through the woods but when I saw her I thought that I was seeing a ghost. It looked like Amy running through the woods.
I was so in shock when I heard Paula yell “I knew you would be back”. The problem was it was coming from someone that looked like Amy.
She sat right in front of me and took my hands but I guess it was then she saw my face or what you could see of it. She took my hands and kissed them just like Amy use to do. She started to tell me how worried she was because two days after I had left they got a heavy snow and she knew that I only stayed that extra week because she had asked me too.
After she said this it was the first time that I saw her take a breath. She asked me if I was ok and I shook my head no.
I asked “Amy” and she shook her head no then said “Paula”. We just sat there looking at each other for a bit with her holding my hands.
Finely she said let’s take a walk. As she got up she let go of one of my hands and helped me up. As she started to walk up to the ridge she still held my hand. We walked for most of the day not saying much.
I wasn’t paying much attention as to where we were going or where we were at because I just let her led me where she wanted to go. I just watched her smiling the whole time.
When she stopped and turned around facing me she said this is where you found me. I looked around and saw that we were in the valley that I found her in and when I looked back to her she leaned in and gave me a kiss on my cheek and said thank you.
What I saw in her eyes I had not seen in many years but I knew what it was. Love, but before I could say anything she spun around giggling and pulled me up to the ridge.
When we got to the top she told me that she only had one more week of school then we can spend the summer together.
We didn’t say another word till we got to the main trail leading back down to the town. When she turned and looked at me and I could see she was a little worried when she asked if I was going to be here next Saturday.
When I nodded yes, the smile that she had all day returned and for the first time all day she let go of my hand and started down the trail.
As I sat down at my camp I realized I had not eaten all day. So as I started to fix something to eat I started to think everything over.
I was sure that the girl that I have watch all these years putting flower on Amy’s and Emily’s graves was Paula. She must be one of her cousin’s daughter. Did she really look like Amy or has it really been that long that I forgot what Amy looked like and was just hoping it was her.
No I was not hoping it was Amy, I was glad that it was Paula, I had missed her all last winter, our walks and talks that we had. But the kiss and the look that she had confused me. It took a bit to remember how old she was. She was 17 if I was correct and would be turning 18 June 5th.
Then I wonder if it was really love that I saw or was it the fact that she knew I stayed late last year and she was worried that I might not have made it to the south. Add that to the fact that we were standing in almost the same spot that I found her four years ago.
That had to be it, I had seen myself at the trading post right before I left. What beautiful young girl would be in love with someone that looked like me? Plus I had to be almost forty or more. I must be more like a father to her as I know she has never had one. Then there is the way I live that has to be exciding to some people and I know she loves the woods with as many walks we took in them last year.
After eating and cleaning up I waited till it got dark and made my way down to the grave yard. For the first time I talked to them. I told them how much I missed them and hoped that they were ok. I told them what I had been doing, about Trapper John, The General and about Paula. I didn’t hear or see anyone till I felt a hand on my shoulder.
It was Amy’s mom. She slowly sat down next to me and just held my hand. She sat there with me a long time.
Finely she said I miss them too. With that she stood up and before she turned she said “when you’re ready we will be here” then walked out of the grave yard.
I don’t know if it was her or someone else but I could feel someone watching me as I laid down between their graves. I didn’t hear who it was leave but I felt them leave after awhile.
It took me all week to get my camp setup because of all the things that happen. I almost didn’t remember it was Saturday when I woke up and when I did I started to clean everything up.
I didn’t know why but I cleaned everything and some things twice. I even made a broom to sweep off the rock that I camped on.
I was so busy that I didn’t even hear Paula come up and walk into my camp. I had just finished sweeping when she asked if I was expecting someone special.
I turned around and there stood Paula in a dress that made her look even more beautiful. She had her hair done up and even had a little makeup on. In one hand she had a picnic basket and in the other she was holding a pair of white sandals. The sandals went with the dress she had on, a lot better than the tennis shoes she was wearing.
She walked over to me and handed me the basket and then took my other hand. She started to led me out of the camp saying I know that you worked hard at cleaning up but last Sunday you took me for a walk so today I’m taking you for one.
Now I said I know what I look like and what I wear. I would not fit in with anywhere she would take me with what she was wearing.
I haven’t had a hair cut since before the accident and only got my beard cut twice a year and that’s only a trim. I’m not dirty, I wash every day but I smell like a fire all the time. Then there is the fact that the only town I have step foot in was here and I only did that at night.
I guess I had stopped while I was thinking because when I looked around we hadn’t even made it out of the camp yet.
Paula was looking at me with a smile and asked if I trusted her. I could say she was the only one that I did. I shook my head yes and she started to led me down towards the town. As we got to the last turn off on the path that you could take before getting to town she took this and pulled me along.
I knew that this path would take us to the small lake at the end of town but what I didn’t know there was a branch off of that would take us to the far end and there was a small clearing just back from the lake.
Once we got there she turn and said see our own little picnic spot. Now you could still see the lake through the trees and hear kids in the park at the other end of the lake but we were alone.
She took the basket from me and pulled out a blanket and spread it out then slipped off her tennis shoes and sat down on the blanket and patted next to her as she laid back. I took off my moccasins and sat down next to her.
She told me to lay down as she pulled me next to her. As I laid down she said she wanted to tell me something. So I rolled to my side to look at her as she did the same.

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