"Honey, there ain't many like that. There is one guy, though. We used to make it together before I went totally les. You interested?"

Linda felt her face flush. Making it with a woman was one thing. Making it with a man would be better, but that would be cheating on Joe. Still, Joe had been cheating her, coming so fast without any consideration.

"Do you still know this guy?" Linda asked.

"I see him every once in a while," said Margie.

"Rest your cute ass for a minute while I make a call"

When Margie left the bedroom, Linda lay back and studied herself in the mirror. She hadn't really noticed how cute her tits were before. They weren't bad. Her waist was really tiny and her hips flared out just right. Maybe someone would really appreciate her.

When Margie came back, she sat on the bed and smiled.

"You're in luck, honey. Dave's still working swing shift at the mill. He's up now and he's just dying to take you to lunch. Meet him out at the old Mill Creek Inn at eleven-thirty. If you two hit it off, it's my loss. I sure liked making it with you. Good luck."

CHAPTER TWO

It was clear and cold when Linda drove to the Mill Creek Inn. Margie's choice of this remote restaurant for a rendezvous was a good one. There were only three cars in the lot when Linda drove in. The distance of twenty miles from Centralia was also a plus. There wouldn't be anyone here who would recognize her. Linda walked up to the heavy wood door and pulled it open.

No sooner had she walked in than there was a hand at her elbow.

"Excuse me, but you must be Linda."

"Yes," she said, "and you're Dave?"

"Yes," he said and smiled as he took her hand, his other hand squeezing her forearm.

She felt an immediate attraction for this stranger when his lips brushed her cheek while he held her arm for a moment. He was about six foot tall and muscular, though slim. His hands were rough skinned-the kind of skin a man has who does hard work-but his nails were clean. She found herself returning his kiss on the cheek.