7 comments/ 49784 views/ 2 favorites Rona's Through Waiting By: Scorpio44 [This story contains vanilla sex and slightly kinky sex. Oral, coitus, peeing and sex outside with others watching. The story is fiction based on actual places and events that happened almost as described. No people or animals were harmed in the creation of this story. Your comments and votes are encouraged.] * As I picked up the phone I wondered why Rona would be calling me at work. She had never done that before. "Hi Rona. What's up?" "I want to bother you for just one minute. I know you're busy. If you're available on Saturday I want to schedule some time with you." "How much time?" "From six in the morning until at least dark. Maybe longer, if you want." "And what will we be doing?" "I know you love to take pictures and I want some pictures taken of me, in nature. It needs to be this weekend." "Where?" "The beach, the mountains, a forest. Anywhere you think the scenery will make me look good." "Why does it need to be this weekend?" "Monday I go into the hospital and they are taking my breast off. I want the pictures so I can remember what I looked like before. So, can you do it?" "First, I'm sad about the surgery. Second, I'm in. I'll pick you up at six in the morning. Bring whatever changes of clothing you want to use during the day. I'll bring some props I might want and I'll bring extra memory for my camera." "Please don't bring anyone else, Ok?" "Ok. Do you think some of the shots will be... mature in nature?" "Nudes and mostly nude. Think about where we can take those kinds of pictures without getting arrested." "Ok. This sounds like a fun day." We ended the call and I attempted to go back to work. My thoughts kept going to places where Rona would look great posed in nature. Up along the forest service road going up to Cogswell Dam there is an area where millions of ferns grow on the hillside. There are big trees, ferns, boulders and a small stream. Up along Angeles Crest Highway there is a side road that almost never gets used. It got washed out ten years ago and was never repaired. The pines near the road are beautiful and in the distance the whole Los Angeles basin. If the air was clear the pictures would be spectacular! Early in the morning there were three lifeguard stands that would block anyone's view of us and yet allow us to take beach shots that included the Santa Monica pier and the South Bay Curve in the background. If she was up to a little hike we could go to the tide pools in Palos Verdes and include starfish and other bright creatures in the shots. That evening I called a friend who has a small motor home. He and his wife use it some weekends to go to nude beaches and clothing-optional resorts. He wasn't planning a trip for when I needed the motor home so I made arrangements to pick it up Thursday after work and return it Monday. For six months I had thought about a new lens for my camera, but couldn't quite justify the hundred and seventy dollars it would cost. Taking pictures of Rona was the excuse I wanted. On Wednesday I stopped at Sammy's Camera and bought the lens and six gigabytes of memory. Rona called after I got home Thursday evening with Mike's motor home. "Whatcha doin?" she asked. "Cleaning and loading the motor home for our photo expedition." "Motor home?" "I borrowed a friend's motor home so we have room for my equipment, your clothes, our lunch and a changing room and bathroom." "You think of everything!" "I hope so. So what's up?" "I'm excited about Saturday. I can't believe I'm actually going to let you take pictures of my naked body." "Are these going to be the first nudes you've ever done?" "Well, my Dad took some of me on a bear rug when I was about a year old. Do those count?" "I think you'll see some major differences in the pictures we take on Saturday." Since I had the motor home she volunteered to prepare breakfast and lunch for us. I agreed that was a good idea. Then she had an even better idea. "If you think it's a good idea, we could load up Friday after work and drive somewhere we want to take pictures early in the morning and when we wake up we're already there." I told her I would load my gear right then, drive the motor home to work on Friday. From work I would drive to her place and we would load her stuff and head to the beach. I knew where we could park for free with no problems. Just before we hung up I thought about the fact that there really was only one bed in the motor home. The dining room could make into a bed, but it was small and not very comfortable. Hmmmm. The weekend looked better and better. Rona and I were friends in the beginning only because her husband and I worked together. He transferred to our Los Angeles office and brought Rona with him. From the time when I was fourteen and left the farm for California every time I closed my eyes and fantasies of the perfect woman came to my mind, she looked like Rona did the first time I met her. Adam, her husband, was one of those guys who looked like he played football in both high school and college and was probably a line backer. He was over six foot and about two-thirty. Rona fit the look. She was five-ten or maybe eleven, slender, athletic, healthy, great legs and pert ass. The day we met was the day the movers dropped off all their stuff from Denver. She was wearing tights and a sweatshirt. The sweatshirt was Mike's. She had chopped off the sleeves so they hit her just below the elbows and the body covered her down to mid thigh. Twice during that day I got free glimpses of her chest when she bent over. All I really saw was her lace covered breasts, but she fueled nasty thoughts for weeks. In the five years since that day Mike ran off with someone he met on a business trip to the twin cities, they got divorced and my wife left me for another woman. Donna left two years ago. It was sudden. She liked being married to me and she liked fucking women in my bed. I know there are men who would love having their wife being bi and playing in that arena. They might not like it if she wouldn't tell you about it, wouldn't let you participate (or watch) after you found out and decided that she only really wanted sex with women. Donna invited her main squeeze home one afternoon so they could eat each other for lunch and then tell me my sex life was over. The first part went fine. They ate a long lunch of pussy and made a mess of our bedroom. I came home to find Charlene strap-on fucking my wife. When I walked in they invited me to sit down and wait, "they were almost done." I watched in shock. Donna said things to Charlene that she never said to me when we fucked. When Donna came Charlene kissed her and went into our bathroom to clean up. Donna sat on our bed, with her legs open and her red, swollen pussy in open sight telling me that she really preferred women and she wanted us to stay married but I couldn't fuck her anymore. I'm proud of the fact that I didn't slap the shit out of her and toss her to the street right then. I told her it was a big shock and I'd need to think about my life with her for a couple days. She seemed happy I wasn't all pissed. Two days later I had audio and video tapes of her with four different women and a video of the two of us where we discussed her new rules for our marriage. I showed them to a lawyer and six months later my divorce was final. What wasn't final was the damage to my heart and psyche. I couldn't quite get my head around the fact that she preferred women to me. I didn't trust women any more. I kept seeing signs that that one was a lesbian, or that one was a little butch. Donna started out wanting us to be friends, she said. Then people we both knew started telling me things she was saying about what terrible lovers all men were. I confronted her about it and she said, "All of us talk that way about men. It doesn't mean anything. Some of the women who talk like that haven't ever been with a man." The last time I saw her was at a political gathering in West Hollywood. I had been hired to take photos. I saw her come in with three other women and as I took pictures of the crowd for the next hour I saw her two or three more times. One of those times I heard her say, "I wish I could have found even one man who could fuck as good as a woman." A few minutes later I was talking to the candidate and he asked if I was married. In a slightly louder than normal voice I replied, "I was married, but she was the absolutely worst lay of my life so I tossed her to the curb. Her name was Donna." He looked past me and his face blanched. I turned and there she stood with her mouth open. "Well, here she is. Would you like me to introduce you?" I asked. He said he already knew her. I wandered off and took a few pictures. She followed. When she cornered me she said, "I was not a bad lay!" I grabbed her shoulders and looked her hard in the face. "All of us talk that way about lesbians. It doesn't mean anything. Some of the men who talk like that haven't ever been with a lesbian." Her face stayed white. She didn't speak for a few moments. "I deserved that." "Yes, you did. Now, cut it out. You can eat pussy forever without badmouthing men. I agree with your choice. I'd much rather eat pussy than suck dick, myself. I don't need to put you or lesbians down at all. I did it here and now to make a point. Have I made my point?" She nodded. I walked away. I haven't seen her since. I sent her copies of the pictures I took of her. Never heard a word from her. Years had passed. Rona and I never clicked because of all the energy I carried around about being able to trust a woman. I didn't just not click with Rona. I didn't click with anyone. I saw Rona a few times in those two years. Accidents. I was in Costco and there she was. I was in Toys R Us buying a gift for my niece and there she was. I took pictures at a wedding and she was there. Then she called me to take pictures. When she got home from work I was parked in front. I helped her haul her things out to the motor home and we tucked things away as best we could. She helped me carry a big ice chest out and we put it between the front seats. I looked inside. Food, sodas, two bottles of wine, a six pack of beer, some guacamole, chicken, and some foil wrapped surprises. As she was putting some things away she opened a drawer near the bed. I had not opened the drawer since I picked up the motor home. Inside was a note from the owners of the RV. "Good luck on your safari. Everything in this drawer is our gift to you both! Enjoy!!" She lifted the note and saw a dozen condoms. She closed the drawer and didn't say anything to me. Before dark we were on the road. I wasn't in a hurry. When we got near the beach I asked her if she would like dinner at a nice quiet little place I knew or to cook in the motor home. We stopped for dinner along the Pacific Coast Highway and had a good seafood dinner. Then I drove us up on a bluff overlooking the ocean just in time to watch the sunset. The bluff is two hundred feet above the surf line and we watched the sun turn the clouds pink and red as it slowly sank into the ocean. We sat outside the motor home on a park bench that overlooks the ocean. Rona sat right next to me, without touching. We were mostly quiet as we watched. When the sun was gone Rona turned to me and said, "We need to talk." "Out here or inside?" "Inside." I got up and we walked to the motor home. Inside we sat at the dining table. "Are we parked for the night?" "Yup. As long as we don't run the generator or play loud music the people who live her won't call the cops on us. The generator doesn't work and I don't like loud music so I think we're Ok." "Good. What I want to talk about is bed." "There it is," I said, pointing. "Are you going to ever make a pass at me?" "A pass?" "You cannot be that dense! A pass. Invite me to hold hands, go to the prom, go steady, something!" "Rona. You know my history. I've been burned. If I were ready for a romance I'd want it to be with you. If I was ready to date, I'd ask you out." I paused. "I don't know if I'm ever going to be ready." She got up and closed every curtain, locked the doors and stood in front of me. She was wearing jeans and a STANFORD sweatshirt. She sat next to me instead of across from me. "Listen, and listen good. You don't need to think this over. Look at me. Do I look like Donna?" I shook my head. "Do I smell like Donna?" I kept shaking my head. "When I talk, do I sound like Donna?" Another no. "Then get this, I'm not Donna. I've never had the urge to eat pussy, be fucked with plastic or spend a weekend with women having sex. I have had the urge to fuck you, suck your cock, have you eat my pussy and play with the tits you keep trying to see." It was very quiet. She looked at me. I knew this was where the script had some really good lines for me to say. Trouble was I didn't know my lines. Finally I opened my mouth, hoping the right words would come out. "Deal." "What?" "It's a deal. I could be the dumbest man on the planet, but I want what you said. I'm just afraid." "Of?" "Of getting crushed again. Of disappointing you. Of losing the friendship we already have. Of not being able to get it up. Of spilling orange juice in the morning. I'm afraid." She was laughing. She kept it quiet as long as she could then she hit me and through the laughter she said, "I'm afraid. I'm afraid you'll hate sex with me. I'm afraid when you undress me you'll be disappointed. I'm afraid I snore. I'm afraid that I'll do something really gross on our first date and there won't be a second date. What if I forgot the orange juice?" We were both laughing and laughing hard. It lasted a while. It stopped suddenly when there was a knock on our door. I looked out the window and saw a black and white police car. I opened the door. "Sorry it took so long to answer. I just needed to see who was knocking before I unlocked the door." "That's good safety thinking. You plan to stay here for the night?" "If that is Ok, yes." "No generator, no party, no noise. Stay here just one night. Be gone by nine in the morning. Ok?" "We're ok with all of that." Rona leaned out and asked, "Would you like a cup of coffee?" "Sure, can we have two? My partner is still in the car." "I'll make two cups. Come on in." Rona said. She moved to the kitchen and did get a pot going. They stayed with us for twenty minutes and then took off. They were nice guys. As we watched them drive away Rona said, "Always a good idea to have cops think of you as a friend." I locked the door and took her in my arms. As my lips drew closer to hers I said, "I'm still afraid." "I'm afraid too. Now kiss me." I did. We did. There is something about being tall and kissing a tall woman. No bending. Things just seem to fit. Her arms are long and really go around me. I noticed she smelled better than any smell I had smelled in years. It wasn't a perfume I recognized, and it was more than that. I felt her breasts pressed against my chest, her belly and hips pressed against my belly and hips. My erection pressed against her. She broke the kiss, smiled and said, "For a second I was afraid you weren't going to get hard." "I was too." We kissed again. Our bed was over the cab. We needed to undress and then climb up into the bed. It was a bit awkward, but we managed. She helped me undress and I helped her. Once we were naked we kissed a few more times and she asked me to face the front of the motor home. When I did she climbed into the bed. I followed. The space between the top of the bed and the roof of the motor home was about two feet. Plenty for sleeping but not enough for cowgirl or doggy sex. We snuggled together and explored each other with our hands and faces. I kissed and nibbled as much of her as I could reach. She opened her legs and we wiggled together until I somehow fit my tab into her slot. It was an immediate great fit. She moaned and I moaned in harmony. We slowly came together in an increasing pace that never got frantic. Our kissing continued as our hips moved together and almost apart. When I felt my juices rise I realized I didn't have a condom on. Thoughts of panic stopped me from moving. She heard my thoughts. "You haven't been with anyone since Donna. I haven't been with anyone since Mike. I can't have babies. I'm glad you thought about our safety. Now, please fill me up!" She said it. I did it! I felt better than I had in years. She felt so good in my arms and wrapped around my cock that I didn't want it to ever end. It did. As my dick shrank back to normal she kissed me and said, "I found something about this motor home I don't like." "What?" "I have to get down to clean up." "No, you don't." I opened her legs and crawled between them. For the next while I licked and swallowed every drop than came from her pussy. We tasted good together. Good enough for her to have three orgasms. After, I climbed down and got tissues and washed my face. I popped a mint in my mouth and climbed back up on the bed. Seconds of cuddling and we were asleep. The sun rose in the morning and found a small crack between the curtains for a window up beside the bed we were in. It wormed in and slapped me right in the eye. I turned and bumped into a breast. She woke up when I bumped her breast. She opened her eyes when I sucked on her nipple. In less than a minute we were connected and thrashing about on the bed. It was the wild, animal sex that passion fuels sometimes as the first mating. This was our second. We didn't care. I filled her, pulled back and ate her. It was 5:55am when I opened the door and looked out. No one was outside. On the ocean in front of us three sail boats were moving north, seemingly racing. Above them white clouds floated. I grabbed my camera and Rona. She was nude, her hair tousled and she looked like she had just been fucked. I pulled her to the bench and posed her. Ten minutes and thirty shots later we were back inside. We dressed and made breakfast. By a little after seven we were parked near the three lifeguard stands. Rona had on a black bikini, carried a yellow bikini and a towel. I had a tripod and my camera. When were out of sight of the people riding by on bikes, walking on the bike path and cars Rona took off the top to her bikini. I moved in and got some great shots of her from the waist up. Her nipples tightened up and I kept moving her so the fresh sunlight lit her in various ways with ocean as background, pier as background and I even got a few shots with sailboats behind her. She changed the bottoms and I saw the smallest bikini bottom I'd ever seen! Bright yellow and just slightly bigger that her slit, the straps were like yellow arrows pointing at her almost covered pussy. I shot lots of pictures and then she took it off and I shot her again in the nude. Many of the shots were art, many others were explicit. When we were done she wrapped in the towel and carried her suits back to the motor home. A lifeguard truck was parked next to us. I unlocked the door and Rona went in. I closed the door and talked to the lifeguard. He was concerned that we might have the idea of camping at the beach. I assured him we knew better and we'd be gone soon. We were. As we drove Rona told me how she felt as she posed for me, as she exposed herself and then when she opened completely for me. She was still wrapped in the towel. We drove up onto Angeles Crest Highway out of Pasadena. It climbs up the mountains until it is a road through the pine forest. I found the side road off and took it. Two hundred yards later there was a turn around and no other vehicles. Rona looked and said, "This is about as secluded as L.A. gets, isn't it?" Rona's Through Waiting "I think so." In the trees we took shots of her on a blanket beneath a tree, near some other trees, and at an overlook that allowed us to have the L.A. basin behind her and between her legs. After ten minutes of shots at the overlook she said, "Get undressed." I put the camera down and undressed. She knelt in front of me and swallowed my cock. Her hands held my ass. I was facing the L.A. basin and the view was spectacular, but better right in front of me. Her hands held me tight, her lips held me tighter and her tongue stimulated me past the point of not cumming in her mouth. I bellowed as loudly as I ever had when I came in her mouth. I held her head in my hands as I unloaded, then I pulled her up and kissed her. We walked back to the RV naked. I pulled on my pants so I could drive. Rona wrapped in the towel. As we drove to the desert Rona made lunch and fed it to me while I drove. She sat on the towel but quit trying to keep it tied high enough to hide her tits. I loved the view. As she fed me lunch she gave me tastes of her juices between bites. It was about half an hour before sunset when we entered Joshua Tree National monument. We found a camp site away from anyone else and set up camp. I posed Rona among the giant rocks and changing colors of the sunset. A walking couple caught us and stood quietly watching for a few minutes. Rona saw them and walked to them. She had on her hiking boots and nothing else. She talked to them for a few minutes and then they all walked back to me. "They are going to be in the pictures too. Ok, Pete?" "Sure. You'll need to hurry out of your clothes; the light is going pretty fast." They stripped and joined Rona in the rocks. Rona is tall, with very short hair and shaved. The man was shorter by a few inches, black hair all over and his lady was petite, blond and proud of her "D" cupped breasts. The contrasts made for interesting pictures. After ten or twenty shots I motioned Rona to join me, out of the pictures. I gave them directions that soon had them loving each other for the camera. She reclined on a rock and he walked up to her. Her head followed the contours of the rock and opened her mouth right where his cock intersected with her. Click, click, and click from various angles. He folded her against a rock and penetrated her while I shot pictures. Twenty pictures later she asked if I would take kinky pictures for them. Rona said, "Sure he will." He stood on a rock that put his cock eight feet in the air. She stood looking up at him and he held his arms out away from his body. Click. I moved in close to her shooting from behind her seeing her from behind looking up at him. Click. Click. Suddenly his stream fell from his cock and she opened her mouth! I caught the stream as it hit her tongue. I shot the splash on her face and chest. She held her tits together and into his stream. Click, click, and click. His stream stopped. He climbed down from the rock but not off it. He put himself on his back on the big rock. That had him bent so his feet and head were both lower than his cock. His lady climbed up and positioned herself just above him in a sixty-nine pose. She wasn't touching his body. She looked at me and said, "Get back by my feet and focus on my cunt." When I was there I clicked a shot. She relaxed her muscles and her stream of urine splashed into his open mouth! I shot pictures from various angles including three of four shots that showed him drinking her flow as she sucked his hard cock. When her stream stopped he licked and sucked her until she came, screaming. Rona was beside me, watching and stroking my cock. I was more shocked and surprised by their kinkiness than turned on by it. Rona squatted in front of me and as she moved to take my cock in her mouth she asked, "Would you pee in my mouth, Pete?" "You'd like that?" I asked. "I don't know. I need to taste you to know if I'd like it. I am willing to find out." Her mouth opened and she engulfed the head of my cock. Her hands held my ass and she sucked on me a little. The wet naked woman had climbed off the rock and her man did as well. They stood by us, touching each other as they watched Rona sucking me. "If you want his piss, stop sucking. When you suck he just wants to cum." The woman coached. Rona stopped sucking and just held my cock in her mouth. I thought about pissing and felt my internal muscles relax and the flow started. Rona tried to swallow it. The woman said, "Don't drink it all. Let it spill out and down across your tits and belly. Feel how hot it is." She bent to Rona and shared my stream with her. When my stream stopped she kissed Rona. Her man bent and licked my piss off both women's breasts. He was as hard as he could be. When his woman saw his erection she turned so her ass presented to him and she spread her legs. She didn't need to speak. He guided his hard cock into her cunt from behind and they slapped together while Rona and I watched. The woman looked at Rona and said, "Thank you for this. So many think we're nasty and gross. I almost came when your guy started filling your mouth. Mark is fucking me so good! Thank you!" It wasn't long before Mark was saying he was close, his woman was begging him to fill her cunt with his juices, and the area was filled with grunts, groans and the slapping sounds of their bodies slapping together. She screamed her orgasm a few seconds before he bellowed his. Rona had stopped watching and was sucking me hard. When I was hard enough for her she turned and opened herself to me just as the woman beside us had opened for Mark. I entered her wet, hot channel and slid in completely. She pushed back against me. Stroke after stroke pushed into her as I held her hips and the young woman stood near Rona's face. Rona held the woman's hips and used her to enable herself to push back to me with more force. "I'm gonna cum, Pete! Right now!" Rona's body shook and I felt the muscles inside her pussy spasming and sucking all my sperm out. I unloaded all the "save-it-for-a-rainy-day sperm I had saved for two years. I held on for balance as my knees went weak. I moaned and groaned. The man had watched from four feet away. As I started to pull out of Rona he lay down between her feet, his face under her pussy. I watched as the mixture of my cum and Rona's nectar dripped slowly from Rona's open cunt and fell, in a long, slow, stretched dribble into his mouth. It was still coming out of her pussy when the leading edge touched his tongue. I was frozen in place, watching. I heard a click. The woman held my camera and had taken a picture of her man with my cum entering his mouth. I came back to reality, took my camera and got five more shots before the cum string broke and all of it fell into his mouth. As he got up Rona said, "That may be the most erotic thing I have ever seen." We walked back to the RV and I hooked up the outside shower. The four of us washed each other, rinsed each other and then sat down to air dry. Rona invited them to stay for dinner. They did. Mark went back to their site and brought back two folding camp chairs, a big green salad and a bottle of wine. We ate outside, sat and talked until after midnight and when Mark and Betsy left they and we were still nude. Rona and I went inside and climbed into bed. She faced me in the dark and asked, "Can we talk some more?" "Until I fall asleep, sure, we can talk." "Are you angry with me?" "Why would I be angry?" "I worried that maybe all that pee would gross you out and make you angry with me. For allowing it, for participating and for standing still while Mark drank your cum from me." "That was so... incredible! I would never have thought that anyone would be into all that." "Pete, I'd read about people liking to be peed on, but never what they liked doing." "My head still wants to believe its gross and unsanitary, but my experience tells me it probably isn't. It may take me weeks to finish processing what happened here today." We joined slowly and quietly up on the bed that night. It was warm enough that until about five in the morning we slept naked, without even a sheet over us. At about five Rona pulled a quilt over us. At about eight we woke to the sounds of cooking and the smells of hash browns, coffee and sausage cooking. Mark and Betsy were right outside making breakfast for us. She wore a scarf wrapped about her waist and the smallest flesh colored bikini top I'd ever seen. At first look she was nude on top except she had no nipples. Her outfit went well with her hiking boots and rolled down socks. Mark wore a g-string and sandals. When we sat to eat Mark gave us a 3X5 card with their phone number and e-mail address on it. "We'd appreciate it if you'd send us some of the pictures you took yesterday." Betsy said. "The ones showing the sunset, the rocks and our RV?" I asked. "Sure, if you like. But better, the ones showing the adventure the four of us shared." "Ok. I'll send them after we get home tomorrow." We ate in relative quiet until I asked, "Can you tell me why you wanted pictures of that?" Betsy looked at Mark and then at me. "It started as an accident. Mark and I were in the shower and I had to go. I had never peed with him in the room and I needed to go. I wanted to get out, dry and then go to the other bathroom so he wouldn't see or hear me going." Mark continued the story. "I didn't know what she wanted and what I wanted was a kiss so I embraced her and kissed her, long and hard." "I couldn't hold it one more second! Right in the middle of kissing him I peed on his legs." "My cock sprung up in five seconds. I couldn't believe how hot it was being peed on by her." "That was three years ago. We still do it sometimes and when we saw you two yesterday we both thought about how hot it would be to do it out here. The camera and an audience were a bonus." "Not being put down was even better." Betsy said. "I shared with my sister Liz that we peed on each other. She told Mom and my other sisters and they make fun of us every time we are around them." "We were surprised, shocked and part of me wanted to be offended, until I noticed how intimate peeing on each other is." I said. Betsy brightened when I said that. "We couldn't believe it either. The more we thought about it the more intimate it became. Everyone fucks. Nothing too unusual about that. I'd bet that way less than a quarter of the population have ever peed with their spouse or significant other standing right next to them. I know my parents never do it!" "When I was in the military there was an outbreak of athlete's foot on the base. Almost everyone got it and it hurts. I felt like my feet and toes were on fire! The base doctor, Dr. Chang, spoke to all of us over the PA system. He told us the best and fastest cure for athlete's foot was for all of us to pee on each other's feet. Three days later no one had athlete's foot. I still pee on my own feet in the shower and I've never had athlete's foot again." "I didn't know it was good for that." Mark said. "Urine is good for other stuff too," Rona said. "When I was a kid we lived on a farm. My Mom loved some flower and wanted to grow them in our garden. She bought some in town and lovingly planted them in our garden. The next morning they had been eaten. The deer chewed them right down to the ground. The next time Dad went to Lincoln he stopped at the Lincoln zoo and a nursery. He planted more of the flowers Mom loved and sprinkled something all around the garden. The deer never came near our garden. Dad knew if the deer smelled the urine of a lion they would move to Kansas." "I've heard that Kansas has been having a real problem with deer." We all laughed. As we talked Betsy stood and walked a little was to a small desert plant. She lifted the scarf just enough that it wouldn't get wet and then she squatted a little. Her stream hit the ground next to the plant and soaked in immediately. The conversation didn't even lag. Her pee break was just included as a natural part of life. We enjoyed their company until lunch time when we needed to be on the road back home. Mark asked for the card with their e-mail address and phone number on it. He added their snail mail address and invited us to come visit. We dropped them at their campsite on our way out of Joshua Tree. As we motored back towards west Los Angeles we were both quietly thinking. Some of the time I was thinking about how much I enjoyed being with Rona. Part of my time was thinking about our new friends. Another part of the time I was thinking about the scheduled surgery and the recovery time. I also thought about what it would be like to have Rona as more than the friend she was. It was when I was thinking about a relationship with her that she broke into my thoughts by speaking. "Pete, I'm afraid." "Of?" "Of telling you the truth about this weekend. I'm afraid if I tell you, you'll hate me. I'm just as afraid that if I don't tell you, you'll know soon enough and hate me anyway." "Then let me make it simple for you. In my world I can hate you and love you at the same time. I loved my Mom and hated how she treated my Dad. I love good gumbo and hate okra." I kept smiling. She didn't. "Pete, I invited you to take the pictures of me because I wanted you to see me naked and want me. I knew you were hurt badly and I knew that was two years ago. I've been patient, waiting for you to heal and come to me." "It worked. I've been thinking about what my life would be like with you in it as ... as whatever we might call it. I like the thought. I'm worried about how you will be after the surgery." "There isn't any surgery." "You said ..." "I lied. That's why you'll hate me. I invited you under false pretences. I don't have cancer. I knew you would come along to help me but I thought you might turn me down if I said I wanted you to take nude pictures of me so you would take me to bed and start a relationship with me." We were at the junction of the 10 and the 110 freeways and I needed to pay attention to the four thousand cars around me. For ten minutes I did just that. Finally the traffic on the 10 headed west smoothed out and I glanced over at Rona. Tear tracks showed on her cheeks. She had her big sweatshirt on and all of her was in it. Her legs were folded up inside the shirt, her arms wrapped around her legs and she stared out the front window. I took the next exit. She didn't notice until I pulled into the parking lot of a shopping mall and stopped. I shut off the engine and turned the driver's seat to face her. "Rona, I want you to listen to me. I might not say this better if I need to repeat myself and it's important to me that you understand me." She turned towards me a little. Her eyes met mine and stayed. "I accepted the invitation because I like being with you. The cancer made accepting easy. When I saw you, standing in front of me, with your breasts pointing at me it hit me that the pictures were not for you. They were and are for me. For us. The more I pressed the button and heard the click the more aware I was that you wanted me to see you. We belong together. That's what I believe. You misled me to open the door. I don't care." "You aren't mad?" "No more than if you pee on my foot and tell me it's raining." Two seconds passed while her brain processed the absurdity of what I'd said, then we both laughed. We kissed and kissed again. The sweatshirt came off and she wore one of my t-shirts the rest of the way to her apartment. We unloaded the RV of all the stuff, hers and mine. We both took it back to my friends. They came out to see if everything was alright. Rona thanked them for the loan and let them know we hadn't used their gift. I looked like I didn't know what they were talking about. Rona told me about the condoms. As we went to my car Mike asked, "Are you two a couple now?" We stopped, looked at each other and nodded. I turned back to Mike and said, "We are a couple. Rona and Pete. Pete and Rona. I like how it sounds." He smiled and said, "Looks good too." On our drive to Rona's apartment she asked, "How much do you think one of those motor homes costs?" "I'll bet we could afford one with what you pay for rent, if you moved in with me." "I'll bet you're right. Is that the only reason you want me to move in with you?" She was smiling as she asked. "I've known you for years. I really want us to live together because I believe a husband and wife should live together. It took this weekend to wake me up to the fact that I have loved you for a long time. I don't want to waste another day." I almost had a wreck when she kissed me.