The Girl Who Came Out of the Blue
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Light Bond, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Food,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - An older guy and a young woman met online and then agreed to one physical meeting to make as many fantasies as possible true. Will they live up to each other's expectations?
I was already waiting at a table halfway down the side of the bar when Linda came in. I recognized her by the striped cotton blouse she'd said she would be wearing. I stood and smiled and she came over.
"Hi, Linda" I said. She looked at me and smiled back, but I could tell she was nervous. Considering that we'd never met in person, that was understandable.
"Hi, Alan," she said, using the name I had given her. "You don't look anything like I imagined." That was the Linda I knew from her e-mails, direct as hell.
"Nor you," I told her. "For some reason, I thought you might be... taller."
In fact, one of the possibilities I had considered was that she might turn out to be overweight and homely, but I wasn't going to say that. Linda was just the least bit plump, but I've never minded that. On the contrary, in my experience, painfully thin women were literally that. I considered her nicely proportioned. She was small, maybe 5'5" and, to my surprise, prettier than average. She had brown hair and brown eyes behind glasses.
I held her chair as she sat down. "I'm sure you expected a fatty," she said, watching my eyes.
"I really had no expectations," I said, which was true. I had considered possibilities but had intentionally not arrived at even a best guess. "I told you, part of the fun is that we committed to this sight unseen. I was prepared to accept almost anyone. It's nice that you're attractive."
I'm reasonably good-looking, I guess -- not a hunk by any stretch of the imagination, but not bad. I'm six feet tall and a little thicker around the middle than I'd like to be, but not enough to call me overweight. My hair's brown going gray and my eyes are hazel, if you can see the color through my gold-rimmed glasses. I used to have a lot of red in my beard, but it went gray in my late thirties, and my goatee is almost white at the bottom now.
I asked, "What did you think I'd look like?"
"Older. You said you were 55, but you don't look it. I was expecting a granddad."
Linda, we had established in our e-mails, was just shy of 22. Several weeks before, she had written a note in response to one of my stories, and we had chatted back and forth since then.
I've lost Linda's first note, but I remember it. She mentioned a story I had recently posted in which an older man had initiated a teenage girl. In the endnote, I had referred to another of my stories involving an older woman and a teenage boy. She asked if I would send her a copy, since she was thinking about breaking in a 16- year-old boy. She signed herself "CrazyLady," but her address showed her name as Linda.
Well, I don't mail stories to people I don't know on general principles, but I wrote back explaining how to find it on DejaNews. I ended my note with a postscript:
> PS And what about OLDER men?
She wrote back:
> Older men? > *laugh* > if you think you could handle me.... > > Crazy
So I sent back this response:
> Oh, I could probably HANDLE you all right. I'm not > entirely sure I could keep up with you, though. > So what's the craziest thing you've ever done? I once > took part in a three-way with my brother and his > wife, who was my ex-girl, on acid.
> craziest thing Ive ever done eh? > *laugh* > only thing I ever did on acid was...play sonic the > hedgehog. I did have a group thing with 3 guys on pot > though... > > *smile* whats your purity score? > > I'm at 29% but I still have a huge to-do list. > > And I love anal sex, you did a very good write up on > it. Only thing you didnt mention, I LOVE playing with > my vibrator on my pussy while getting it up the ass. > Im sure that would drive most any woman wild. > > I've never done a group thing with another man and > another woman, but I want to. A girlfriend of mine > and I got drunk one night and decided we wanted to > see what it was like, going down on another woman. > *laugh* > so, done that.
I was enjoying this. Understand, at this point I had no thought we'd ever get together. My favorite correspondent, for example, is an Australian woman, and chances are slim that we'll ever meet. So I was just having fun with a slightly wicked conversation, and I wrote back:
> Well, darlin', I don't know what my purity score is. > I saw the test(s) a while ago, but as I remember > there were a bunch of different ones. In any case, > that was on my computer at work and I'm no longer > working there, so... If you can send or point me at > the same one you're using, I'll tell the truth. (I > always tell the truth.) > > I'm not too terribly pure. At my age, if I haven't > done it, it's because I didn't want to, couldn't > afford it or haven't heard of it. I suppose there are > a few things I never had the opportunity to try. > > Never been seriously tempted by the gay thing, and I > don't much like pain. Play rape is something else, of > course, and a high percentage of women seem to like > it. Something about, politics aside, a built-in > response to dominance, I suspect. Plus, that way they > can get things done to them that they don't have to > *agree* to. I've been tied up myself but didn't enjoy > that as much (not that I didn't enjoy it), probably > because my partner wasn't that inventive once she got > me tied up. > > You're exactly right about combining a vibrator with > anal sex, and I'm amazed to realize I've never put > that in a story. (Hmmm...) If she slides it in, it > works for both partners, if making the guy blow it > *way* too soon can be considered working. Have you > ever tried a real vibrator as opposed to a dildo- > vibe? I mean one of those heavy-duty plug-in kinds > not meant to be inserted. The vibrations are several > times as strong and *very* effective.
> Out of curiosity, where are you? I'm in Los Angeles.
> *laugh* > ohmy, well, seeing that you're local I better be > careful, eh? I usually tell people Im in Los Angeles, but > since you live here you prolly know the area. I live > in Pasadena. I'm a CIS major at CSLA. I have another 2 > years till I graduate and make my fortune. *grin* > Yes I figured out how to use deja news. I had never > been to the site and didnt know of it. I'm a bit of a > linux fanatic. Its sort of a joke between my friends > and I. No, sex isnt the only thing on my mind, I > think of computers just as much. And if my computer > had the proper periphrials, I'd probably marry it > *evil grin* So 'by your age', exactly how old are > you? And you mentioned cheating on your wife in the > 'learning the ropes' story, are you still married? > > http://www.nmt.edu/~kscott/purity/ > thats a site you can go to and do an online version > of the purity test. The 500 question one is usually > considered standard. > > I will agree with you, most women like to be > dominated. But I enjoy doing the dominate thing too > sometimes. One of my fav experiences with that was > with my ex-boyfriend. I handcuffed him down > and then masturbated with my vibrator (handheld one, > no Ive never used plugin) right up on his chest, so > he could see me, and watch me, but couldnt touch me > or lick me....and came on his chest. > That was fun *smile*.
Pasadena? I couldn't believe it! I was in the adjacent suburb. I told her:
> Don't throw a rock, you might hit me. I'm in South Pasadena > - well actually just south of it. I'm staying with friends > while, to answer another question, my divorce gets settled. > And while I wait to get re-employed in the computer > biz, which I've been in nearly as long as you've been > alive. > > I'm 55, or will be in less than a month, which makes > me as I calculate it almost precisely 2.5 times older > than you. I can see your face sagging and your jaw > dropping. (Shit, a *really* old fart!) Well, that's > the way it is. I've tried getting younger, but it > doesn't work. So I'm too old for you. (You like > younger guys, remember?) > > This has been my third and last marriage. It lasted a > little over 10 years, which was a record. For some > reason I (obviously) don't understand, I pick the > wrong women. Either that, or all the good ones are > taken. As for the reference to cheating on my wife in > the note on 'Learning the Ropes,' that was my first > wife and the only time I ever did that. Really. I > played around quite a bit between marriages but > played it straight within them. I think I feel a > 'play around' phase coming. I'll ride it out until > the equiment fails. > > That was very naughty of you to masturbate on your > boyfriend's chest and not let him play. I hope you > made it up to him later. > > Next session on line, I'll check out the purity test. > > Tomorrow, however, I have to prep for a session with > soon-to-be ex and her lawyer. Brrrrr. > > PS I took the purity test and only scored 50%. That's > scary. You've been a very naughty girl.
I waited impatiently for her next e-mail. This was beginning to get interesting. She wrote:
> South Pas, eh? Thats kinda cool. Most of the people I > talk to on the internet live no where near me. And no > my jaw didnt drop when you said you were 55. I > thought it was kind of funny. Just cause you dont > 'act' like your 55. Or how society says a 55 year old > man is suppose to act. Its not that your to old for > me, its that Im to young for you. And Im sure you've > heard this before, but age is just a number. One of my > best friends is 40 and if she doesnt mind having a > friend who is half her age, why should you. *evil > grin* > So tell me, do you feel guilty at all having casual > sex? Ive had sex with someone the first day I met him > once, really liked him and it blew up in my face. > Other than that, never really have. *smile* but > sometimes I get so horny I just wanna go throw myself > at someone. > anyways, about me being nauty, my ex didnt seem to > mind at the time. And I made sure I tasted him well > before it was over *licks her lips* Most of my sexual > experience was when I was with him. He was my first. > I lived with him for a year and never EVER once wasnt > in the mood *evil grin* > Im sorry things didnt work out with your wife and > stuff. Ive never been married so cant really relate. > But Im sure it must be an awful experience. > So if you had one night to make my dreams come true, > what would you do? (besides lose a few purity points, > haha, maybe I need to teach YOU a few things) > talk with ya later
Oh, boy. Can you picture me rubbing my hands together? One night to make her dream come true? Hmmm...
> No, casual sex doesn't make me feel the least bit > guilty. I have little use for guilt. Some of my > favorite episodes have involved sex at the first > meeting, although it wasn't exactly 'casual.' I don't > regret any of them. > > If I had one night with you, I would give you a night > you would still remember when you're old and gray. I > would kiss and touch and lick you all over and fuck > you every way possible until you came long and hard. > That's the least I would do. There would be other > things, of course, but I'll let you anticipate them. > > What would you do for me? Would you devote yourself > equally to my pleasure? Would you trust me enough to > give yourself over to me completely for one night, > letting go of all inhibitions, opening yourself to > me? This is easier to say than to do, but it is what > I would expect of you. > > Does the thought make you wet? Let's see how brave > you are. > > At the end of this note is a list from the purity > test. Some are things I haven't done; others are > things I might like to do again with you. I haven't > bothered to include most of the obvious ones. Copy > the list, delete anything you're unwilling to do, and > send it back. You can add things from the test if > they're not on the list. Not all of these will > happen, of course. Just be sure there's nothing on > the list you send back that you won't do. > > You can ask questions. You can set limits if you > think you need to, and I'll respect them. You can > trust me not to harm you and to practice safe sex. I > may play-act sometimes, I might challenge you a > little, but I'll stop if there's anything you really > don't like. Otherwise, I'll expect you to be mine for > the night. > > We won't meet until then. You'll have to commit, > sight unseen, as I'm doing. We'll talk by mail, > perhaps even on the phone, but we'll meet as > strangers. Of course, I'll know you intimately by the > time we part. But you won't know my full name, I > won't know yours, and we'll probably never see each > other again.
I checked my e-mail twice a day for the next two days. Nothing. On the third day, on the second check, there was mail from Linda. My heart was racing as I opened it. I knew I had taken a big chance. Would she bite?
She had sent back the list unchanged. At the end was a note.
> You decide. Can you meet me at Jack and Jills on Saturday, > 7 pm. Ill wear my striped cotton shirt.
I confirmed the date and time and started making plans.
So, here we were, meeting for the first time at a wine and coffee bar. We had come to knock at least three items off our respective purity test scores -- sex with someone whose name you didn't know, sex with someone at least 20 years younger or older, and sex with someone just to reduce your score. Anything else was gravy. There was, of course, the unstated possibility that either of us might call it off. But I could tell from the way Linda looked at me -- a mixture of relief and excitement -- that we were already past that. If I didn't blow it, it was going to happen.
I had been thinking about what I wanted to do with Linda since she had first raised the question. What would I do if I had one night to make her dreams come true? It wasn't the kind of question that came up in the usual kind of relationship. Oh, you might speculate whether you'd make love on the first date, but not much beyond that. Further explorations might follow, but they could wait.
This was entirely different. In this case, making love was a given unless one of us bailed out, but I had promised a night she would remember. To do so, I figured, I'd have to press the envelope a little, but not too much.
The truth is, I'm not particularly kinky. Oral sex is pretty standard, in time if not at first. I like anal sex, if the partner is willing, and Linda was already on record on that subject. What else could I do? I had consulted the purity test and made my plans, hoping I could carry it off.
A waitress was hovering.
"Would you like a glass of wine, or would you prefer coffee?"
"Wine seems more like it, don't you think?"
"Yes, indeed. White?"
I ordered two glasses of Chardonnay.
"I have to confess," I said after the waitress left, "that I've never done anything like this."
"Me neither," Linda said, "not really."
I looked at her, and she blushed faintly, looking away.
"Well, I mean," she said, "I guess I've walked out of a party with someone I'd never met before."
"Me, too," I admitted, "but not very often. The truth is, I'm not good at that."
"It's easier for girls," Linda said. "All you really have to do is be willing."
(Come to think of it, I realized that I had met both my first and second wives at parties. With the first, it had been months before we made love. The second, however, led to quite a night. And marriage. And divorce. I didn't bring it up.)
"I figured you to be a real terror," Linda said. "At least that's the way you come off in your e-mails."
"I'm better at writing than talking," I said. "And better at talking than doing, for that matter."
"You must have done a few things to score 50 percent on the purity test." Linda raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah, I guess. But then I'm an old fart. I've been at it a while. You got me beat by a mile in half as many years."
She grinned, a little embarrassed. "I guess I'm the adventurous type."
Until she had walked through the door, Linda had existed as a formless sex object, someone I was going to try to fuck silly. I knew her only through her e-mails and, content aside, she wasn't an impressive writer. She had a casual disregard for spelling and structure that would probably grated on my writer sensibilities had I not been in rut.
The waitress appeared with our wine, set the glasses down, and departed.
"Well, here's to adventures," I said, raising my glass. Linda clinked hers against it.
We drank, looking in each other's eyes.
I think I would have liked her under any circumstance. In person, she was lively and quick to laugh. We chatted and flirted over our drinks, and I found myself noticing little things about her -- the way she repeatedly brushed her hair out of her eyes, the way she pursed her lips when she was amused. I also admired the way her youthful breasts pressed against her shirt. I struggled to keep my eyes on her face.
"So," I said after a pause. "I guess this is the time for you to bow out gracefully if you want to. I'll be disappointed, of course, but I won't be mad. But I'm in if you are."
"Oh, I'm in," Linda said. "What the hell, why not? You seem like a nice guy."
"Actually, I am," I said. "It's embarrassing to admit it, but it's true. I want you to know that. I want you to relax and have a good time tonight."
Linda smiled and took another sip of wine.
"I'm not sure how to say this," I added. "What I want you to know is that I'm a kind of actor sometimes, and it's that kind of evening. But don't let that scare you. You can back out -- stop things -- anytime. Understand?"
"But otherwise, starting now, I'll expect you to do what you're told."
Linda looked at me for a long moment, and I thought I might have lost her. Then she nodded, her eyes still on me. I nodded back, acknowledging her acceptance, then took a drink.
"Okay," I said. "I want you to go to the ladies room and take off your bra."
She hesitated, took a sip of wine. I said nothing, just looked at her calmly, waiting. Linda took a breath and puffed it out through pursed lips. She looked over my shoulder toward the back hallway that led to the restrooms. Then she gave me a quick smile, pushed her chair back, picked up her purse, and got up. As she walked past me, she let her fingers trail along my forearm.
I waited calmly for her to return, glancing around the room at the other patrons but intentionally not looking back toward the restrooms. Linda wasn't gone long. She came up behind me and hugged me from behind, planting a kiss on the top of my head. I felt a soft and unfettered breast against my neck. She went around to her chair and sat down, putting her purse back at her feet. I could see her breasts move gently inside her shirt.
I smiled at her and nodded.
"Good," I said. "Now sit back. Let me see you."
Her eyes darted to the side, checking to see if anybody near was looking at her. She sat up straight and pulled her shoulders back. I could see her nipples poking at the cotton fabric. A faint smile on my lips, I looked at her breasts. They were medium-sized and sagged only slightly. Ah, youth!
"Thanks," I said. "I like the way you look."
Linda leaned forward, putting one arm on the table and picking up her wineglass with the other hand. She took a good-sized swallow.
"Jeez," she said.
"How does it feel?"
"You mean besides weird? A little exposed, I guess, like everyone knows."
"Exciting." She blushed.
"Good." I glanced toward the front door. "You know, there's a stack of 'New Times' at the front. Would you get us a copy, please?"
Linda ducked her head and looked up at me through her eyebrows.
"Yeah, sure," she said. "Like you really want to read it now."
"Yes," I said. "I want to see what's at the movies."
"O-kay," Linda said, giving me an amused grimace. She got up, turned, and walked to the front. My eyes were not the only ones that followed her there and back. She knew it, too, although she looked straight ahead. She kept her head up and her shoulders back. There was just the faintest extra twitch to her bottom as she walked away from me. On the way back, her eyes were on mine, both of us smiling. She handed me the paper and sat down.
"Thanks," I said.
I opened the paper, a local tabloid, and paged through it until I found the end of the movie listings where the adult theater ads were located. I knew what I would find, since I'd seen a copy the day before when I had scouted the place for our meeting.
"Oh, look," I said, feigning surprise. "There's a new film with Samantha Woo." I turned the paper so Linda could see. "Ever been to a porn film?"
"I've seen videos."
"Feel like going to a movie?"
"Uh... what time does it start?"
"Does it matter?"
"I guess not."
"Shall we go, then?" Without waiting for an answer, I waved to the waitress, rubbing my thumb and fingers together to signal for the check. She brought it. I glanced at it, dropped a $10 bill on top and stood up. I helped Linda scoot her chair back, and she stood up. I let her go ahead of me. Eyes -- some male, some female -- darted at her, then at me.
Outside, I led Linda to my car. It was a short, 10-minute drive to the theater, whose location I had also scouted the day before.
"Do you go to porno movies often?" Linda asked, leaning back in the corner of the front seat.
"Haven't been in years."
"So... what's it like? Do many women go?"
"Not many," I said, "but some. It'll be okay. Usually, there's not that many people, and everybody spreads out."
We parked and walked to the theater. Linda stuck close to me, craning her neck to look at the marquee, glancing at the posters.
"God," she said. "The titles!"
"And the names," I said. "The names are my favorite."
"Oh, jeez," Linda said, but she was smiling.
The ticket seller was a woman, middle-aged -- younger than I was, in other words, but older than Linda. "Enjoy the movie," she said. She smiled at us. It wasn't quite a smirk.
We could hear the grunts, sighs and tacky music the moment we entered the building. When we pushed through the doors into the darkened theater, the screen was filled with a close-up of a longhaired brunette giving head to a man. It was definitely a man, even though we could see nothing above his waist or below his knees. Fortunately, the scene was bright enough that we could find an unoccupied area off to the left where we could sit with some privacy. I guided Linda into the row and over several seats from the aisle.
"There are NO women in this theater," Linda whispered.
"Just one," I admitted, "unless you count that brunette."
"God, look at her go!" Linda breathed into my ear. I could feel her soft breast press against my arm, the nipple a firm pebble.
"Pay attention," I said. "She's pretty good. See how she uses her hand?"
"I think she would have room for both hands," Linda giggled. "Gad, he's big!"
"It's trick photography," I said. "It's an illusion."
"Yeah, sure," she said. She pressed closer against me. "Are you trying to tell me you're not that big?"
"Nowhere near," I said. "Definitely a one-hander."
Linda giggled. "Good. It would just be wasted anyway. I'm a little girl."
"Not all stretched out from overuse?"
"Nope. Tight as a little bunny. You like little bunnies?"
I looked at her in the reflected light from the screen. She wriggled against me, making her breast slide across my arm. I bent my head down and kissed her. Her mouth opened and our tongues danced together. I reached across her and cupped her breast. Her breath hissed in and out through her nose while we continued the kiss. Then I broke it off and turned back in my seat.
On screen, the female had pushed the male down onto his back and was straddling his waist, her hand between her thighs still wrapped around him, guiding him toward her center. I heard Linda take a long, deep breath as the woman on the screen positioned the man's tool and began to sink down on it. Linda pressed her thighs together, then let them relax again. As the camera switched to a close-up of the screen couple coupling, Linda shifted her arm and laid her hand, palm down, on my thigh. I could feel the warmth of her bare hand through the fabric of my pants.
The camera shifted again, and we were behind the woman, watching her lift and drop.
"Jeez," Linda whispered, wriggling in her seat. "I hope you know this is making me horny."
"I hope so."
I felt her hand move inward. Her fingers crawled across my thigh and found my penis. It was already half hard, and quickly became harder.
"Let's see..." Linda said, tracing from the head up along my length until it found my balls. Then she cupped her hand around me and kneaded the straining tube under my pants. It was my turn to take a deep, long breath and let it out in a sigh.
"So what do you think?" I asked.
"About what you've got your hand on."
"Oh, this ol' thang?" Linda tightened her hold and moved her hand back and forth. I didn't say anything. "Oh, I guess it'll do." She glanced at me, then moved closer and put her lips close to my ear. "I'd like to swallow it whole," she whispered, then licked my ear with the tip of her tongue.
I turned to her and gave her a quick kiss. "I think that could be arranged."
For the next half-hour, people did various things on the screen, and Linda and I amused each other with comments on the silliness of the plot. It was not a very good movie, even by the lax standards of porn.
Linda's hand felt good on me, but I had other ideas. I put an arm around her and now I reached down, took her hand and moved it back to her own lap. She gave me a puzzled look. I put my mouth close to her ear. At the same time, I moved a hand over hers and pressed it into her crotch.
"Touch yourself," I whispered. "No one can see but me." Linda looked at me, shook her head and whispered "No!" I ignored her. Keeping my hand curled over hers, I began to press her fingers into her crotch with mine. She resisted at first, but I kept up the insistent massage, my eyes on the screen as if nothing was happening. After a while, she quit resisting and let me stroke her with her own fingers. Still later, I felt them begin to move on their own. I pulled my hand away and leaned forward against the back of the seat in front of me, blocking the view although there was no one who could have seen. I heard Linda take a deep and ragged breath.
After a few minutes, she leaned over against me. "Dammit, Alan, I don't want to come. I might... Someone might hear."
I turned to her smiling and kissed her. Linda lifted her hand and put it around me. "That's all right," I said. "I just wanted to see if you'd do it."
She gave me a grimace that turned into a smile. Moving her lips close to my ear, she whispered, "Oh, I did it all right. My panties are soaked. I just hope nobody can tell when we leave."
I kissed her on the temple and gave her a hug. We turned our attention back to the movie.
There was a party, it seemed, and people were pairing off in various combinations. A jealous husband kept trying to prevent his wife from joining in. She, on the other hand, was increasingly determined to get her share before it was all gone. When the husband left the room to get fresh drinks, she grabbed the hand of the man sitting next to her and dragged him off to a bedroom. Before long, after some obligatory licks, she climbed aboard and began to ride him.
They were, of course, soon discovered by the husband. With the acting subtlety of a teenager, he registered first surprise (wide- open eyes), then anger (scowling and smacking a fist into his hand), and then craftiness (lowered brows and an evil grin). He tiptoed up behind the woman like a cartoon character and dropped his pants. He was not wearing underwear, of course.
"Oh-oh," whispered Linda. "Double trouble."
"No!" I said. "Do you think?"
The camera shifted so we could see the woman's face. Her eyes popped open in surprise when she felt a new pair of hands on her butt. She looked over her shoulder, smiled and waggled her fanny.
"Hi, honey," she said. "You wanna fuck my ass?"
"Uh-huh," said the husband, which turned out to be his last line of dialogue. He moved closer and rooted at her. The woman pulled her head back and gritted her teeth.
"Yeah, sure," Linda whispered.
"What's the matter? Too realistic for you?" I asked, grinning.
The camera shifted again, and we watched the guy burrow into her rear channel (where the gleam of lubrication had magically appeared) while the guy behind her struggled to keep from popping out. I glanced at Linda. She was staring at the screen, breathing through her mouth. I smiled to myself.
Penetration achieved, the two guys started seesawing into the woman. After a while, Linda resumed stroking me. Then she leaned close again.
"Are we going to do that?"
"I don't see how," I whispered back. "I didn't bring another guy."
She squeezed me hard enough to make me wince, but not enough to really hurt.
"You know what I mean."
"We'll see," I said. "Depends on whether you behave or not."
"Maybe I won't let you then."
I looked at her. "Remember the rules," I hissed. "I'll do whatever I want."
Her eyes jerked to my face. She could see I was serious. Actually, I was just acting serious. Linda watched me for a moment, and then slowly nodded. "Whatever."
We turned back to the movie, which appeared to be recycling earlier footage to extend the session. Eventually, however, all good things come to an end. The guy on top pulled out and came all over the woman's back and fanny. Then she pulled off the guy beneath her and lay down beside him. He flailed away for a few moments and came on her face and tits.
"Wow," whispered Linda flatly. "What fun."
That was the end of the movie. The credits started to crawl up the screen.
"Seen enough?" I asked. Linda nodded. I stood up, offered my hand to her, and we headed for the exit, leading most of the small crowd - - most of whom were looking at us. I put my arm around Linda's shoulders, and she snuggled in close, half burying her face in my chest.