3 comments/ 44739 views/ 36 favorites My Tree Hugger By: TE999 Hello and welcome to my readers. This is my first submittal to Literotica. I hope you enjoy it. Your comments, feedback and votes are heartily encouraged. My sincere thanks go out to Alex the Cat for her advice, suggestions and encouragement to this novice writer. -------------------------------------- "Meg's, Meg's, wake up, beautiful." "Nooo, Rache', don' wanna." "It's almost the New Year, lazybones, where's the champagne?" Megan lifted her head from Rachel's bare tummy, gazing sleepily at her lover. "How long 'till midnight, sweetie?" "About twenty minutes, you better get a move on. Remember, you promised." Megan yawned, "Oh very well, champagne for two by the fire coming right up." Pushing back the blue and green crocheted blankets they had been cuddling under, she gave her pillow a long kiss. The crackling fire in the massive stone fireplace was the only source of illumination in the large room. Its flickering flames keeping the winter chill outside the building's log walls. Arising from the couch, Megan strolled naked into the kitchen. Pale skin shining in the firelight, she swayed her firm buttocks suggestively, sending a thrill through Rachel. Oh God, how I adore that woman, she thought. "You've got a beautiful ass there, lady," she called to Megan. "Flattery will get you everywhere with me, babe," came the reply. Rachel shifted about on the couch, immediately missing the warmth of her companion's body, the silky flesh against her own. Better see what is going on in Times Square, she thought. She pressed a button on the remote and the plasma TV flared to life, showing the milling throngs awaiting the New Year. Staring idly at the glowing screen, Rachel's mind began drifting back to when she and Megan had first seen each other, over a year ago. Rachel giggled at the memory. Wow, my sweetie was so angry that day... Rachel Carson peered through the window of her vintage Ford pick up truck at the sign on the post. "Public Notice, Rezoning from Agricultural to Commercial," she read aloud. Oh no, she thought, not the Williams farm property. This beautiful land should remain undisturbed, returned to nature. Taking pen and paper from the glove compartment, she wrote down the information about the meeting. "The City Council's going to hear from me," she muttered. Rachel's heart was heavy at the prospect of the former farm used for a shopping center or some other ugly building. She recalled the happy times she had on the farm when she was younger. Rachel and the William's children, Mary and Sarah, had attended the same school and the girls had become friends. They had so much fun playing in the meadows, sliding down the piles of hay, feeding the baby animals. Now it would be a sea of asphalt. I cannot let them do this, she thought. She had hoped that when Mr. and Mrs. Williams retired to Florida the girls would continue to work the farm. However, they had pursued other interests and moved away. The fields lay fallow, the farm equipment sold, the house and barns demolished. Now nature was reclaiming the land. Forest animals moved freely through the collapsing fences, migrating waterfowl landed on its ponds, song birds nested in the groves of old growth trees that dotted the fields. Dad and Mom would have fought this rezoning if they were here, she was sure of that. When she was young, her parents had instilled in her a love for the land and its preservation. She remembered fondly their hikes, camping trips and canoe expeditions. Nature and her family was a large part of her life. Then, eight years ago, everything changed. She had just turned twenty-five when her parents had died. They had been on a flight to explore the Amazon rainforest when their plane crashed during a thunderstorm. Afterwards, she and her cousin Jimmy assumed control of her parents' camping equipment business. Five years later, the Forest Service in Washington State offered Jimmy a ranger's job and he took it. Now she managed the business on her own. It was a challenge to be sure, but thanks to her loyal employees, she was succeeding quite well. Rachel was a cheerful person most of the time. Now, the thought of this lovely open space scarred with a shopping center had ruined her mellow mood. I am going to that meeting, she thought, I am not going to let this go on without my opposition. Megan Lucas opened the door to her sparsely furnished motel room, wrinkling her nose at the faint musty smell. Not a lot of guests in this place, she thought, not what I am used to by a long shot. She stood her suitcase in the corner, put her purse and laptop on the rickety table, and sat heavily on the bed. This trip had been a misadventure from the beginning. Her flight delays, receiving the wrong rental car and her poorly prepared dinner in the local restaurant were all excessively maddening. Things that had once been minor irritations as she traveled across the country were becoming intolerably annoying lately. Why do I feel so tired? She wondered. Am I starting to lose it? Am I finally burning out? Megan was a senior store site locator and company representative for the Bargain Superstore chain. She had worked hard to get where she was today, joining the company after graduating from business school. Her positive attitude and willingness to work long hours impressed her superiors. Consequently, she had risen quickly in the male dominated ranks. During the last twelve years, she had made herself an asset to the company. Now, she was here to implement the company's expansion program. Her division manager was counting on her to push this 300-acre property rezoning through quickly. The company wanted to finalize the purchase of the property ASAP. Time, as usual, was money. After resting for a moment, Megan walked to the table, seated herself on the equally rickety chair and turned on her laptop. Wearily, she began finalizing her presentation to the City Council for the Williams property rezoning. Focusing on her work came naturally to Megan, but for some reason she had difficulty concentrating. She suddenly felt a pang of loneliness in the drab motel room and wanted to call her mother. No, she and father would be out on the boat this time of day and they turn off their phones. Besides, they were enjoying their retirement. There was no need to bother them just because she felt a little blue. Megan tried to cheer herself up. I have a great job, she thought, there was no question about that. The money and benefits were all she had ever wanted. The work was exciting; the travel stimulating and seeing every part of the country was interesting. However, something was missing in her life and she was not sure what. Megan could not keep her mind on her work, so she began to undress and unpacked her suitcase. The cable TV programming was limited and boring, so that was not much of a distraction. I'll take a hot shower and get some sleep, she thought, I'll finish in the morning when I'm up to speed again. Rachel parked her pickup in the City Hall parking lot and went inside the red brick building. Walking through the lobby, she greeted everyone she knew and smiled at those few she did not. Rachel was a friendly woman, everyone liked her, yet sometimes she felt so alone. If only Dad and Mom were here with me, she thought, they always loved to challenge those in power who would harm the environment. Taking a seat in the meeting room, Rachel noticed an attractive woman across the aisle. Dressed in a fashionable business suit, she stood out in the casually dressed audience. As she looked at the stranger, Rachel felt comforting warmth spreading through her body. The woman's very presence captivated Rachel. Her short blonde hair, cut in a classic style, framed her softly rounded face. Rachel looked longingly at her trim figure, manicured fingernails and pinkish white skin. Her tailored suit accentuated the curves of her body and the hem of her skirt rode high on her long legs. Tasteful jewelry, grey stockings, a black purse and black high heel shoes completed her stylish outfit. Erotic thoughts rose without warning in Rachel's mind. She began to fantasize about rolling those grey stockings down those long legs, moving upwards to nuzzle the blonde-haired woman's crotch. Her panties were damp as she rubbed her thighs together in sudden frustration. When the woman's blue eyes looked at her, Rachel gave her an encouraging smile, but the blonde beauty quickly looked away. Rachel shook her head to clear it. I need to concentrate on this meeting, not this beautiful stranger. Still intrigued, she could not help but look at the lovely woman once again. Rachel was not the only one that was staring. Megan looked around and saw an enchanting woman with long black hair seated to her right. She appeared to be Megan's age, in her early thirties, her deeply tanned skin suggesting a life outdoors. The woman's faded blue jeans fit her snugly, accentuating her firm thighs and round buttocks. Her thin denim colored shirt clung tightly to her large breasts. Megan thought she could see her nipples, erect against the tight fabric. When the woman looked her way and smiled, her dark brown eyes, full lips and flashing white teeth were captivating. Abruptly, Megan wanted those lips pressing on hers, her tongue gliding in that sweet mouth. Her hands itched to grasp those heavy breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers. A sensuous thrill ran through her and her panties were wet. She quickly looked down at the laptop's screen. I must concern myself with my presentation, she thought, not be daydreaming about captivating strangers. She felt the woman's eyes upon her and looked up. When their eyes met for the second time, they stared at each other with such intensity had someone walked between them they could have been burned. Neither woman was unfamiliar with the pleasures of her own sex. Megan's first Sapphic lover was Betsy Perkins, her sorority 'study buddy' in college. After three semesters of tender intimacy, Betsy changed majors and transferred to another college, leaving Megan broken hearted and alone. Since then, she had been too busy in her career to seek long-term companionship. She simply settled for the occasional one-night stand on the road and solitary satisfaction. Now this woman's intense stare brought out a depth of feeling in Megan she had not experienced in a long time. She longed to lick and suck every inch of this lovely stranger's body, imagining her screams of pleasure. A shiver of excitement ran through Megan and she felt young again. Across the aisle, Rachel felt the stirrings of desire as she stared at the blonde-haired woman. Her first experience in Sapphic love was with Mary Capps, an older woman she had met on a kayaking expedition after leaving high school. She was kind and considerate to her inexperienced sex partner, and their time together was sweet, but all too short. Rachel still thought of her fondly. Since then, her lovers were infrequent, most of them strangers she encountered while leading canoe and hiking trips. Her last time with a woman was in the spring of the year. Cindy was on the canoeing expedition Rachel had led down the Arapaho River. The attraction was immediate and they made love after the others were asleep. The woman's long, red hair enveloping Rachel like a cloud as they enjoyed each other. Then the trip was over and Cindy reluctantly returned to her husband. Since then, Rachel was alone with her memories and longings. Now she was suddenly aroused, looking eagerly at the blonde stranger. She imagined them making passionate love in her big bed, barely stifling a moan of desire. The Mayor gaveled the meeting to order, startling both women from their sensual daydreaming. The City Clerk announced the meeting's agenda, placing Megan's item on first. Its show time thought Megan, one more presentation and I can go back and shop for Christmas. Then the clerk called her name. She arose and strode confidently to the podium. Oh my goodness, thought Rachel, she is the representative for the shopping center I am going to oppose. Why does it have to be her? I'm so attracted to her. She probably won't want to speak to me when I'm finished voicing my objections. What lousy luck. Megan gave a smooth and convincing presentation. Her fingers flew over the laptops keyboard, flashing charts and graphs in rapid succession on the drop screen. She explained in detail the economic benefits that a Bargain Superstore would bring to the town; increased tax revenue, steady jobs, and more choices of consumer products at a discount price. There was also the high probability of building a regional distribution center on the remaining property, providing an additional economic benefit. Her data seemed to be having quite an effect on the Council members, much to Megan's satisfaction. They were all taking notes and asking detailed questions that she speedily answered. The decision to rezone seemed all but certain. Watching the Council members talking excitedly to each other, Megan smiled inwardly. Lady, she thought, you still have it, even if you are tired. There was a lot of money riding on this one and a big bonus for her as well. Maybe I'll get that yellow Porsche I test drove last week for Christmas, she thought. As Megan returned to her seat, she looked at the black haired woman again. A frown was on her pretty face and her hands twisted nervously in her lap. Is she not feeling well? Megan wondered. She turned to her computer, making notes to the project file. Rachel arose quickly when the Mayor asked for comments from the public. She dashed to the podium, brown eyes flashing. "I strongly object to this proposed rezoning of the Williams property," she began, "that land is a haven for animals and birds, those groves of trees are what remain of old growth forests, that property is a local landmark..." She continued to address the Council, becoming more impassioned as she spoke. Scattered applause from the audience punctuated her objections. Megan stopped typing and looked up at the sound of the dark haired woman speaking to the council. Damn, thought Megan, it's her. I was going to ask her out for coffee afterwards, now she is opposing this project. Fat chance she will want to talk to me, the way she's going on. She's so pretty too, damn, damn. Then Megan realized the woman's comments were having an effect on the Council. She could tell by the looks on their faces and their hurried conversations that the woman was convincing them not to approve her rezoning request. Well isn't this just great, thought Megan. I had this one in the bag, now I bet they'll postpone the vote. Following an agitated discussion among the Council members, the Mayor spoke. "It is the opinion of this Council that the rezoning request for the Williams property be tabled for further study. The Council wishes to thank local citizen Ms. Rachel Carson for bringing these environmental matters to our attention. Thank you for your informative presentation, Ms. Lucas. The clerk will contact you when we schedule a meeting to discuss this matter further." As the Council moved on to other matters, Megan could feel her face reddening. Damn the woman, she thought, all my efforts down the drain. I had this one nailed until she opened her big mouth. Damn these tree huggers, they are always causing trouble. In her rising annoyance, she did not notice Rachel hurrying out the door. I was going to ask her to have dinner with me, thought Rachel, but now I can tell she is angry. I had to speak my mind and I guess that is that. Oh well, I guess I'll head for home. As she walked to her truck, she felt sad. I did so want to meet that beautiful woman. Then she saw some friends waiting for her at her truck and her mood brightened. Megan stalked toward her rental car, still fuming. "I can kiss that bonus goodbye," she muttered to herself, "that Porsche, too. I guess its merry effin' Christmas to me." She saw the Carson woman leaning against an old pickup truck, laughing and talking to people from the meeting. As Megan stood glaring at the black-haired beauty, she was still intrigued despite her anger. That lovely smile, that cute laugh, those shining eyes; she felt warmth spreading through her body. Rachel turned and saw the Lucas woman staring at her, a look of anger on her face. She still looks irritated, she thought, but she is beautiful. Feeling devilish, Rachel winked at Megan and stuck her tongue out. Saying goodbye to her friends, she climbed in her pickup and drove away. I wonder if my mystery woman will follow me, she thought, I hope she does. Megan was furious. Who does that Carson woman think she is? First, that meddler blows my project out of the water and then she mocks me like that? I ought to give her a piece of my mind. She had seen the name of a business on the old pickups door, 'Overland Outfitters'. I'll find that place and I'll convince her she's wrong about opposing my project, Megan decided. After getting directions from a female police officer, Megan drove toward her confrontation with Ms. Carson. She wanted to see the dark haired woman in spite of her annoyance and hoped they could talk for a while, even if they were arguing. Rachel parked her pickup alongside the rambling two-story log building that was both her business and her home. She always felt a little pang as she walked in the front door, remembering her Mom walking from behind the counter. She was always there to greet her when she got off the school bus and came running up the gravel driveway. Dad was always fixing a canoe or stitching a backpack in the workshop. He would put down his tools and hug her when she found him, asking her about school or how her day went. She would run upstairs where they lived to find cookies and milk waiting for her. It seemed so long ago. Now it was Caroline, Rachel's tour guide supervisor, standing behind the counter. Her tall, thin frame, long limbs and shock of brown hair created an image of a giraffe wearing bib overalls and a plaid shirt. She and Caroline had been friends since High School and today they shared an easygoing employer, employee relationship. Caroline walked around the counter. "Hi'ya boss, how'd it go at the meeting today? Did'ja give 'em hell?" she asked expectantly. Rachel grinned at her, Caroline always called her 'boss' since she had taken charge. "Hell yeah, Caroline, I burned 'em good." Caroline had worked for her parents since she and Rachel had graduated, and stayed on after Rachel assumed control of the business. Neither of the women had any interest in attending college, but they loved the outdoors, so working at the Outfitters suited the both of them. Rachel had focused on the William's farm rezoning these last few weeks, leaving the day-to-day activities in Caroline's capable hands. "Where is everyone today, Caroline?" She asked, "Seems pretty quiet around here." Caroline frowned, "Let's see, John's leadin' that backpackin' group up to the falls in the state park; Sally's makin' sure those birdwatchers don't get lost on Sentinel Ridge lookin' for those snowy owls; Alice has a dental appointment, that fillins' botherin' her again; Jerry took the kayaks over to Clear Lake City for repairs. I guess that's everybody." Rachel laughed, "Well, I guess it's just you and me, Caroline; I think we can handle it." Rachel got along well with everyone in her employ. They interacted almost as a family. Caroline, Jerry and Alice had originally worked for her parents and Rachel had hired John and Sally. In time, they had become a smoothly working team. Everyone invited Rachel to their homes for dinners and parties, but they respected her and did not take advantage of their comfortable relationship. "The meeting, boss," Caroline asked again, "what happened?" Rachel smiled, "I think we bought the Williams farm some time. The council tabled the rezoning until they can look into the environmental issues I raised. I even made a friend today," she said sarcastically. My Tree Hugger "And who would that be?" asked Caroline, "We know everybody around here." Rachel snorted, "She was a hired gun Bargain Superstores sent down here to ramrod that rezoning through. She had pretty much convinced those softies on the council to vote yes until I put my two cents in. Then the whole thing went down in flames. She was madder than a wet hen. I just got out of there quick. I saw her looking daggers at me in the parking lot, so I stuck my tongue out at her. I bet it made her even madder." "She," asked Caroline, "They sent a woman? What'd she look like?" Rachel smiled sadly, "She was so slim and well dressed. A blue eyed blonde-haired woman with the cutest face. I wish we had met under different circumstances. I'd really like to see her again, someday." Caroline looked out the front door, a smile creasing her thin lips. "Well, I'm guessin' here's your chance, if not the circumstances. I'll bet this is her pullin' in now. I can spot a rental car a block away." Megan parked in front of the weathered log structure. A colorful sign on the roof of the wide wraparound porch read 'Overland Outfitters' in flowing script. She saw Rachel's pickup parked at the side of the building, so she knew she was there. Megan was becoming nervous. This is crazy, she thought, I should not be here. She's entitled to her opinion, even if I don't agree with it. Maybe I'll just go back to the motel. Then in her mind, she saw that beautiful face, that lovely smile. I'm going in there, she decided. As she stepped from the car, Megan became aware of her surroundings. Racks of canoes and kayaks clustered in a clearing nearby. Colorful displays of backpacks, sleeping bags and tents lined the porch. Tall trees surrounded the building, their branches reaching over the cedar shingle roof. Red birds twittered among the branches and the wind rustled the remaining autumn leaves. This is so peaceful, thought Megan. It reminded her of the city park across the street from her condominium. She had been there a few times, but was never in town long enough to really enjoy it. Just my suitcase and me she thought wryly, the road is our home. "Look out, Ms. Carson, here I come," she muttered, walking carefully across the gravel driveway. Rachel heard Megan's heels thudding on the thick plank floor of the porch and hid behind a display of backpacking stoves. She was feeling excited and playful, waving at Caroline from her hiding place. A thrill ran down Rachel's spine when Megan introduced herself in a formal manner to Caroline, asking to see Ms. Carson, please. Megan looked about at the displays of camping and hiking equipment, waiting expectantly for Rachel to appear. The odors of wood, leather and canvas in the large room was oddly comforting to her. Rachel stepped quietly from her hiding place and stood behind Megan, smelling her perfume, wanting to kiss her neck. "Yeah," Caroline was saying, "She's here, and in fact she's right behind you." Megan turned and was face to face with the smiling woman. She gave a little squeal of surprise. "Where did you come from? You scared me." "I have that effect on some people", Rachel laughed, "What did you want to see me about? The meeting today, I bet." Megan lost her train of thought as she looked at Rachel. What beautiful eyes and those full lips. I can't think. What is wrong with me? This woman is driving me crazy. Oh God, I want her. "Hello", said Rachel, "you're here for what exactly?" Megan snapped out of it, "Uh, the meeting today, yes, the meeting". She looked sideways at Caroline, "I would prefer to discuss this matter with you in private." Rachel chuckled and Megan felt goose bumps on her arms "Let's go upstairs, then. I live there and no one will disturb us." She winked at Caroline. "We'll have a nice cup of tea and get this all straightened out." Caroline watched as the women walked up the staircase. Damn, she thought, Rachel's so sexy and that Lucas woman is beautiful. Somethin' tells me that blonde is Gay, too and they have the hots for each other. It's gonna get real interestin' up there before long. She leaned against the counter, fanning herself with a magazine. I'm outta here in an hour and Sam better be ready for some action when I get home. Rachel's long black hair fascinated Megan, how it shimmered and flowed like water over her shoulders and down her back. She wanted to bury her face in it. Rachel's full hips swayed provocatively in her tight jeans and her large breasts jiggled under the faded fabric of her tight shirt. Megan trembled at the sight of Rachel's stiff nipples pressing against the thin fabric. Her mouth watered, she wanted that ass in her hands and her mouth on those nipples. Rachel was watching Megan, her passion rising. The way her long legs and round ass moved under the tweed fabric of her business suit was so sensual. Megan's tight blouse was open to the fourth button. Rachel could see her black bra and the alabaster skin of her breast. Rachel was imagining being between Megan's long legs licking her pussy and tripped on a step. Megan grabbed an arm to steady her and they both felt a surge of desire at the contact. When they reached the landing, Rachel unlocked and opened a heavy wooden door. She motioned Megan to walk through first, and then followed, locking it behind them. Rachel removed her boots, took a deep breath and said, "Well, here we are, welcome to my home. Take off your jacket and get comfortable." Megan removed her suit jacket, hung it on a hook by the door and looked about at her surroundings. The room's appearance conveyed an air of relaxation and contentment. The high beamed ceiling enhancing the rooms' ample dimensions. A rich amber patina on the log walls gave the room a soft glow in the afternoon sunlight. The rustic atmosphere was warm and inviting to the lonely woman. I could be happy here, she thought. The dark pine sofa and two large chairs upholstered in cream chenille fabric looked so comfortable to Megan. She imagined herself sitting in one of the big chairs drinking tea, wrapped in a blanket on a cold winter night. Green and white striped curtains hung at the open windows, rippling in the cool afternoon breeze. A floor to ceiling stacked stone fireplace occupied one wall, rows of built in bookcases, another. Colorful rag rugs lay on the wide plank floor. Baskets of houseplants hung from the roof beams. Large paintings of woodland scenes and forest animals adorned the walls. Scented candles were everywhere and they smelled delightful. Megan was captivated, this is nothing like my condominium, she thought. She was home so seldom, she felt it was not necessary to spend much time decorating. Old minimalist me, she sighed to herself, making do with the least. After giving Megan a chance to look at the great room, Rachel took her by the hand, saying she would show her around. A shiver ran through them as their fingers slid together. Rachel coughed and said, "I'll give you the quick tour, as I'm sure you want to talk about what happened today." Megan nodded and Rachel led her about the rest of her living quarters. "This is my kitchen, the laundry room, the guest room, my bathroom ..." Rachel paused, "and this...is my bedroom." Something in her voice as she said bedroom made Megan's tummy flip. Rachel's grip tightened on her hand and then relaxed. "I, I'd love that cup of tea, now," Megan stammered, her face flushed. Rachel's grip on her hand was exciting and she longed to kiss her host's full lips. "Of course," Rachel smiled, "have a seat in the great room and I'll boil some water. Is Earl Grey all right with you?" Megan nodded, her throat was dry and her pussy was moist. Say, what you came to say and then leave, she admonished herself. This woman is really getting to me, but I still have my work to do. Rachel stood gazing out the kitchen window as she filled the teakettle. She could still feel Megan's warmth on her palm. Placing it on her cheek, she imagined Megan stroking her face. She placed the full teapot on the burner and turned on the flame. Walking back into the great room, she saw her beautiful guest looking in the bookcases. Too keyed up to sit, Megan began walking about, admiring the rustic décor. It reminded her of a chalet at a ski resort where she had vacationed with her parents many years ago. The wall of bookshelves caught her eye. How could anyone find the time to read so many books? Curious, she began looking at the titles on the spines. Most of the volumes dealt with outdoor activities, the environment, biology and botany. There were numerous coffee table books of photographs and watercolors showing national parks and wilderness. The scenes on the covers were beautiful and Megan began to relax as she flipped through them. One book title caught her eye and she removed it from the shelf. "Silent Spring by Rachel Carson", she read aloud. Rachel had walked up behind Megan, feeling playful again, her bare feet making no sound. "That's one of my favorites," she said, "have you read it?" Megan whirled about. "Stop doing that," she exclaimed, "You scare me the way you creep around." Rachel smiled, trying to put her guest at ease. "Sorry. I put water on to boil and I thought we might..." Megan interrupted her. "Did you write this?" looking at the book in her hands. "I didn't know you were an author." Rachel laughed, "Goodness no, I wish I had. The author of that book was a pioneering environmentalist, way ahead of her time. She warned us about the evils of uncontrolled growth and pollution. My parents, being of a like mind and having the same last name, named me after her. I'm quite proud of it, actually." Megan became flustered at her ignorance and her increasing desire for this woman she had just met. She was losing control and it scared her. In an attempt to cover her awkwardness, she blurted, "I'm sorry, but I don't have time to be familiar with frivolous stuff like this. I am much too busy keeping up with my job responsibilities. My focus is on things I consider to be really important." Annoyed by Megan's brusque dismissal of such a groundbreaking book, Rachel went on the offense. "Oh, now I see. You are too busy paving over the green spaces, building ugly shopping malls, bulldozing the trees and destroying animal habitats. Is that your idea of things that are important? Everything green and wonderful sacrificed to the great god of consumerism. Is that what you're all about?" Megan's anger flared at Rachel's taunt. The days events were fresh in her mind again, her relaxed mood dissolved. "Listen here you environmental loony, our company is in a position to vastly improve the lives of the people in this area. A Bargain Superstore is a huge economic benefit to any community. Consumer's save money shopping with us. We can bring hundreds of good paying jobs to this town. We may build a regional distribution center here. That will provide more job opportunities. Sitting under one of your precious trees on your beloved green grass isn't going to help anyone buy a house or pay their bills." Rachel was irate, her voice rising. "What's the point of giving people jobs and cheap consumer goods if there are no places left to explore the outdoors? Children need to play in the grass and climb trees. They need to see nature, not asphalt parking lots. I would rather see trees than ugly buildings. All you're advocating is environmental destruction in exchange for useless junk." Megan was furious. "Oh right," she sneered. "Anything that makes any economic sense at all is automatically bad for the all powerful environment. Don't want to disturb the little birds and bunnies, do we? It's all about your almighty nature, isn't it? I know, let's go back to the 18th Century and forget about progress. That's the sort of crack- brained attitude I'd expect from an activist tree hugger like you." Rachel's eyes flashed, "That will be quite enough. Get out. Get out of my home right now. I'm not going to be insulted by some tight assed, money grubbing, corporate stooge." Megan did not move, but stood staring at Rachel, her face turning pale. "Are you glued down?" Rachel hollered, "I told you to leave. Why did you come all the way out here, anyway? Was it just to insult me and call me names?" Megan's voice shook, her throat was dry. "I, I didn't come here to insult you or call you names, I apologize, I lost my head. I just wanted to talk to you, to explain how my project would benefit this town, to make you see reason, to, to..." Megan knew she was rambling and she sighed, looking at Rachel with pleading eyes. "Please don't send me away. I needed to see you, be with you. When I saw you at the meeting today, I felt so happy..." She sighed as a tear ran down her cheek and she stood trembling, unable to speak. Rachel's anger evaporated as she stared into Megan's blue eyes, seeing for the first time the loneliness and longing there. She saw the same look in her own brown eyes every morning in the mirror. Her desires took control as she moved toward her beautiful guest. Feeling Megan's sweet breath on her face, she brushed the tear away with her finger and placed her hands on Megan's hot cheeks. "Here I am, love," she said softly, "Do you like what you see?" Megan nodded jerkily, her voice a whisper. "Oh yes, very much, you're so beautiful." Rachel kissed her softly on the lips, "So are you, my sweet baby." Megan sighed and licked Rachel's lips, seeking entrance. Rachel opened her mouth allowing Megan to explore, feeling the warm wet muscle tracing her teeth and gums, gliding against her own twisting tongue. The women embraced eagerly, exchanging deep kisses, their mutual arousal coursing through them. Rachel and Megan's hands tugged at snaps and buttons, their upper garments effortlessly slipping away. They stood pressed against each other for a moment, naked to the waist, hands roaming and caressing silky skin. Megan cupped Rachel's large breasts, rubbing the stiff nipples with her thumbs. Rachel rubbed Megan's smaller, harder mounds, and then dropped her head, sucking a rubbery nipple in her mouth. Megan moaned as she rolled Rachel's fat brown nubs between her thumbs and forefingers. After several minutes of sensual breast play, Rachel unzipped Megan's skirt and tugged it off. Her hand moved to the dripping fabric of Megan's black high cut panties, eagerly rubbing the bulging pubic mound. Megan unzipped Rachel's jeans, easing them and her white cotton panties past her full hips. Rachel hooked her thumbs in the elastic of Megan's panties, pushing them down her firm thighs. "Now take off my stockings," Megan whispered, "do it slowly, I like that." "I want to leave them on," Rachel replied, her voice thick with lust. "I'll take them off later, now it's time to play." Megan kicked off her high heels as the women embraced, sighing contentedly. The full contact of their naked bodies sending shocks of pleasure through them. They gently explored each other, glorying in the sensation of another's skin texture beneath their lips and hands. Licking and sucking, stroking and caressing, learning each sweet curve and crevice of their new lovers body. Rachel and Megan gazed lovingly into each other's eyes, their loneliness and frustration melting away. "Are you ready, my angel?" Rachel whispered. "Oh yes", Megan replied huskily. "Please make love to me." Rachel gently pushed Megan's legs apart, slipping a finger into her wet pussy, rubbing the hard clit with her thumb. Megan groaned and braced herself against the bookcase; Rachel's probing finger twisting deep inside her. Megan slid her arm around Rachel's waist, pulling them into a tight embrace. Rachel gasped as Megan eased a long finger deep into her dripping slit. Tongues dueling in their saliva-filled mouths, Rachel's free hand gripped Megan's firm ass as they began a joyous finger fuck. Hips gyrating, the lovers pumped more of their fingers within each others gushing pussies, urging their partner to release their juicy cum. Megan's body arched, frantically humping Rachel's thrusting hand, gasping for breath between kisses. Rachel gripped Megan's ass with all her strength, riding the hand in her foaming slit. She felt her orgasm lash her body and erupted violently. "Oh my Goddd, I'm cumminggg," she howled, flooding Megan's hand with her sweet juices. Megan's heart filled with joy at the sound of her lovers orgasmic cries. Then she was screaming in her own release, "Ohhhhhh, fuck meeeee, aaaaahhh," saturating Rachel's thrusting hand with her warm juices. Both women's knees buckled and they slid slowly to the floor, whimpering and moaning. They lay face to face, each loving the fullness of their lover's hand in their throbbing pussies, lost in the sensual afterglow. "You're amazing, sweetie" Megan panted, "I haven't cum that hard in a long time." Rachel wiggled her fingers in Megan's pussy, making her gasp. "Think you'll be up for another round soon, my love?" Megan twisted her fingers in return and Rachel moaned. "My wild outdoors woman," Megan sighed, "I'm ready when you are." Suddenly the teakettle shrieked from the kitchen, startling them. Rachel rose on wobbly legs, their hands slipping out of their soaked pussies with a slurping sound, "Let me shut that off babe, be right back." Megan lay back against the bookcase licking her fingers, "Don't be long, my sexy one". Rachel walked unsteadily into the kitchen, taking the boiling kettle from the burner. She was feeling giddy from her orgasm and leaned against the counter, her forehead against the cool wood of the cabinet door. Oh my God, she thought, that woman is amazing. She played me like a violin. We've just met and we're having wonderful sex. I never came that hard before. I want her to stay with me tonight, maybe longer if she wants to. Out in the great room, Megan was aroused once again. Seeking her lover, she padded silently into the kitchen. She saw Rachel leaning against the counter, black hair cascading over her shoulders, her lovely ass on erotic display. Stepping forward, Megan molded herself to her partners back. She slid her arms around Rachel's waist, finding her breast and pussy with caressing hands. Rachel braced herself against the counter, sighing happily as her new lovers' stiff nipples and warm flesh pressed against her. "I was lonely out there, Rachel," Megan purred, her voice thick with desire, "I want some more of you, my wild woman." Rachel gasped as Megan licked her neck, cupped her breast and slid two long fingers deep into her juicy pussy. Megan hooked her leg over Rachel's, rubbing her slick cunt lips and pulsing clit against her partners round ass cheek. Rachel quivered in ecstasy as Megan's fingers twisted inside the soft pink walls of her dripping pussy. Megan's other hand was pulling and pinching her stiff nipple; the sweet pain going directly to her aching clit. "Oh Megannn," she screamed, "Ahhhh, yes, yes, do me, do my pussy, yessss." Her lover's cries drove Megan wild. She ground her sopping pussy harder against Rachel's beautiful ass, thrusting a third finger into her gushing cunt. Rachel spread her legs wider, twisting her ass against her lovers grinding crotch, the stiff clit poking her skin like a tiny finger. Megan felt her pussy pulsing in orgasm and desperately wanted Rachel to cum with her. "I'm so close, baby," she moaned in her lover's ear, "Cum with me, please cum with me." Rachel climaxed at the sound of her lovers urgent pleas, exploding on Megan's hand. "Ahhhhhh, I'm cummingg, I'm with you, baby, ahhhhh." Megan's orgasm was overwhelming. Her screams of passion joining her lover's, "Ohhhh, cummingg, so gooood, unhhhhh." The women crumpled to the floor again, dripping with warm cum, moaning and caressing each other. Rachel sighed, "Next one's a soft landing in my bed, sugar." My Tree Hugger Megan smiled back at her, "And there will be a next one sweetie. I can't get enough of you." After resting for a moment the lovers arose, their legs still shaky. Megan settled into a chair at the dark pine kitchen table. "Would Modom care for some tea?" Rachel asked, imitating an English accent. "I believe the waters still hot." Megan laughed, "That sounds wonderful. I would love some." Her eyes followed Rachel as she moved sensuously about the kitchen, her muscles flexing under the tanned skin. Megan felt herself leaking onto the red gingham chair cover. She was in a constant state of arousal with Rachel and it was heavenly. "Do you take cream and sugar, babe?" Rachel asked. "Yes, please," replied Megan. Just the way I drink it, thought Rachel. She felt as if she was renewing a loving relationship with Megan, although they had just met. Megan released a sigh of contentment as she watched Rachel, she felt so relaxed with this wonderful woman. Rachel could feel Megan's burning gaze and knew what effect she was having on her. She wiggled her body provocatively as she made the tea, her pussy juice slowly dripping down her thighs as she anticipated Megan's lovely face between them. Putting a steaming mug of tea on the red placemat before Megan, she blew gently on her own drink and sat down across from her, their feet playing under the table. As they sipped their tea, they began to talk about their lives. The conversation flowed easily, the differences of opinion that outraged them earlier forgotten. Rachel had attended public school, Megan a private academy. Megan had majored in business in college, Rachel had gone to work for her parent's right out of high school. Both had dated boys in their early adolescence, but soon lost interest, preferring the company of their girlfriends. They had both developed feelings for other women in their late teens, but did not act upon them until after they graduated, fearing ostracism from their peers. After recounting their first tentative sex experiences with another female, they felt closer than ever. The growing bond between them was becoming stronger. They were both only children and had no siblings to commiserate with when they felt lonely; another life experience in common. Rachel became emotional as she told of her parent's deaths, so Megan knelt beside her chair and hugged her until she stopped crying. Rachel learned that Megan's parents were retired real estate brokers, living in Maine. They both enjoyed sailing and were on their boat all the time. "I miss them terribly," said Megan, shedding a few tears. "But they have their lives and I have mine. Such as it is," she added, ruefully. Rachel brushed her tears away and kissed her lips, "Let's stop being sad, love. Would you like some more tea?" Megan's desire for Rachel was returning. "What I would really like is to see is your bedroom... again." Rachel grinned and stood up, taking her lover by the hand, "Right this way, beautiful." Arms around each other's waists, they strolled down the hallway, Megan's head on Rachel's shoulder. Pulling down the red quilted bedspread, the women climbed onto the soft mattress, slid across the cool sheets, and sat with their backs against the dark pine headboard. A single bedside lamp bathed the room in a soft glow. Then a cool twilight breeze drifted through the open window, rustling the white lace curtains. Megan shivered and Rachel hugged her, saying she would keep her warm. "You have a lovely home," Megan sighed, "my condo is so sterile and functional, not like this." Rachel kissed her forehead, "My Mother decorated every room up here. She loved the pine furniture and bright colors. I have not changed much since she has been gone. It reminds me of her when I am upstairs. When I'm downstairs, it reminds me of my Dad." Megan snuggled closer to Rachel, her hand lightly stroking her thigh. "Are you ever lonely here?" she asked, "You seemed to know so many people at the meeting." Rachel slid her ankle over Megan's, her hand stroking her flat tummy, "Yes, I feel alone, even though I have lots of friends. They invite me everywhere, but they all have someone and I always go home by myself." Rachel began to comb Megan's blonde pubic hair with her fingernails, caressing her mound. "I know it gets lonely for you too, on the road all the time, living in motels." Megan sighed at Rachel's touch, spreading her legs, "It can be if you let it. Most of the time I'm focused on my work, but sometimes I feel I don't belong anywhere, or to anyone." Megan cupped Rachel's furry pubes, long fingers entering the wet slit, brushing the clit with the heel of her hand. Rachel made a mewling sound and slid two fingers into Megan's slick folds. "I don't feel lonely now", she said and sighed, "not anymore". Megan's heart filled with happiness. She loves me, she thought, and I love her too. Rachel and Megan began to kiss and gently pleasure each other. Moans and sighs filled the room as caressing fingers slid inside wet pussies, thumbs stroked throbbing clits and soft hands molded firm breasts. The pace of loving was easy and slow, not the frantic couplings as before. After many minutes of unhurried pleasure, they rolled to face each other, sensing their climaxes were near. They began sucking tongues, rubbing their stiff nipples together, spreading their legs to give their partner full access to their soaking cunts. Almost as one body, their hips began to jerk as they felt themselves close to orgasm. They began to rub each other's clits faster and faster, seeking their partner's sweet release. Then they were cumming and cumming, riding the crests and slipping back down. Screams of joy and passion filled the room, rising in the cool night air. Sighing contentedly, they licked each other's fingers clean, swirling the salty juices in their mouths like a fine wine. Then they lay side-by-side, holding hands, gathering their strength for the next round of lovemaking. Her energy returning, Rachel rolled on top of Megan, wiggling between her long legs. Megan slowly ran her fingers through her lovers long black hair, and then began to weep. "Oh Rachel, I don't deserve this happiness, I don't deserve you. I was so nasty to you before, I'm so sorry." Rachel kissed her tears, "It's okay, baby, I got a little carried away myself. We're both strong personalities and we have conflicting opinions about certain things." Megan sniffled, "It's not your opinions, and it's the job that gets me angry, the damn job. I used to love it, now I hate it." She looked at Rachel pleadingly, "I don't want to go back there, to that tiresome life. Sweet Rachel, I want to stay with you, I love you." Rachel's heart began to pound as she looked at Megan, her slim body soft and warm beneath her. "Megan darling, I love you too. My home is your home for as long as you like." Megan sighed happily at Rachel's words and stretched luxuriously, arching her back, lifting her arms over her head. Rachel shivered with arousal as she looked at her lover's long neck and firm breasts. Rising up on her hands and knees, she straddled Megan's waist, sucking her stiff rubbery nipples, black hair swirling around her face. Megan moaned as she caressed Rachel's ribs and back, lightly scratching the soft brown skin with manicured fingernails. Aflame with renewed desire, Rachel continued to stimulate Megan's nipples. She nibbled and sucked on each one, loving the feel of them in her mouth. Her excitement growing at the sound of her lovers soft moans. Megan eagerly cupped Rachel's heavy breasts in her soft hands, softly squeezing the silky breast flesh, teasing the thick brown nipples with her thumbs. Megan's pussy began to throb and she rubbed her knees against Rachel's ass. "Make love to me, my angel", she whispered, "I want to feel your mouth on my pussy. I want you in me. I want to belong to you." Her voice trailing away as lust gripped her. "I will my love," Rachel murmured, "and then I will be yours as well." Reluctantly leaving her lovers firm breasts, she began to roll Megan's gray stockings down her long legs, kissing the pink flesh beneath. It was exactly as she had fantasized doing in the meeting room, only a hundred times better. Megan quivered with pleasure as Rachel's kisses traveled down one leg, then the other, feeling her warm mouth engulfing her toes one by one. She spread her legs wide, opening herself to her lover. Rachel licked and kissed her way up the soft flesh of Megan's inner thighs; leaving little love bites on the crease of each leg, teasingly bypassing her aching clit. Megan's tummy quivered as the wet, eager mouth reached her bellybutton, nibbling and licking. Rachel licked and sucked the pink flesh of Megan's taut tummy, coating it with her saliva. Moving down, she nuzzled the blonde triangle of soft hair, burying her face in it. She inhaled deeply, savoring the mouth-watering aroma of her lover's arousal. Megan could not stand it one second longer; Rachel's lips and tongue were driving her insane with need. "Ohhh, now baby, please", she whimpered, "lick my pussy, eat me, please, I need it, I, ahhhhhh..." Rachel finally took pity on her and stopped her teasing. Cradling Megan's firm ass cheeks in strong hands, she slowly laved the length of Megan's wet cunt with her flattened tongue. Megan's strangled gasp as she began to eat her was music to Rachel's ears. She buried her face in the pink wetness, stabbing and probing into the juicy folds with her stiff tongue.. Megan raised herself on her elbows, excited to watch her lover eating her. Rachel's eyes flicked open, meeting Megan's lust-filled gaze. At that moment, the loving bond between the two of them became complete. Rachel's heart filled with happiness as she engulfed Megan's juicy pussy with her mouth. She sucked hard on the engorged lips, driving her wiggling tongue as far as she could reach, rubbing the throbbing clit with her nose. Megan screamed at the top of her lungs at the dual sensations, twisting her hips into Rachel's face, clutching huge handfuls of the bed sheets. Gripping Megan's ass even tighter to steady her, Rachel settled down for an extended meal of hot pussy. Her stiff tongue leisurely explored every inch of Megan's pink, inner softness, eagerly swallowing the warm fluids flowing into her mouth. Megan's back arched, her mouth open wide, her eyes staring at nothing. She began uttering little shrieks as a series of mini-climaxes shook her body, pushing her toward a final spine twisting orgasm. Rachel sensed her lover was near her release and plunged four fingers into Megan's gushing cunt. Thrusting deeply into her, she gripped the engorged clit in her teeth, shaking it back and forth, humming and growling. The vibrations in her pulsing clit sent Megan over the edge. Grabbing a handful of Rachel's long, black hair with one hand, the other pulling hard on her breast and nipple, Megan began cumming explosively, her body racked repeatedly with the ferocity of her orgasm. "Oh Godddd baby, fuck meeeee, don't stopppp, eeeeehhh...,". Her pussy sprayed repeatedly in Rachel's face, flooding her face and hair with juicy cum. Moaning and gasping, Rachel swallowed as much of the sweet fluids as she could; the hunger for her lover's juices driving her on as she greedily drank from the well of her desire. She continued to suck and lick until Megan had two more shuddering climaxes, finally falling back on the bed, whimpering softly. Gazing up at her lover slumped against the headboard, Rachel asked, "Are you okay, babe, are you still with me?" Megan shook her head, trying to focus, "Ohhhh, that was incredible, I think I had an out of body experience." She sat up and held out her arms to Rachel, "Come here, you wonderful woman, come to me now." Rachel climbed eagerly up the bed into her lover's arms, where Megan sensuously licked her pussy juices from her glistening face. They clung together as their strength returned, listening to the sounds of the night, reveling in their newfound intimacy. Megan was still weak from her intense orgasms. Turning to her lover, she asked, "What about you, sweetie? I want to make you cum too, but I don't think I can move." "That's okay, babe", Rachel replied, "There'll be time for..." "However", Megan continued, "If I just scoot down a little and you straddle my face, I think we may solve this little problem." Rachel swung her leg over Megan's body and was surprised when she felt hands on her hips, urging her downward. "But first," purred Megan, "I want more of your yummy tits." Rachel ground her wet pussy against Megan's tight belly as her lover feasted on great mouthfuls of her silky breast flesh. Sucking Rachel's stiff nipples deep into her mouth, Megan lashed them with her tongue, loving the sound of her long moans. Her lover's hands continued to stroke and squeeze the firm globes until Rachel thought she would go mad with lust. Then Megan's hands were on her hips again, urging her forward. "Now I want some wild woman pussy," she growled. Rachel giggled excitedly as she lowered her dripping cunt to Megan's adorable face. Such a sweet, inventive lover, she thought, I could do this for ever and ever. Then Megan's eager mouth engulfed her and a pulsing delight drove all thought from her mind. Megan's hands molded Rachel's full ass cheeks like stiff dough as she wrapped her lips around the slippery outer folds of her lover's pussy, sucking and licking, wiggling her tongue. Rachel clutched the headboard in an iron grip, her knuckles turning white as her lover ate her cunt like a ripe fruit dripping with juice. Megan plunged her twisting tongue deep into her lover's sopping hole, caressing the pink flesh, sucking on the engorged inner lips, purring contentedly as she feasted on her pussy banquet. Rachel groaned and twisted her hips against her lover's face, scrubbing her gushing pussy on her nose and chin. She gasped and almost came as Megan sucked on her clit and plunged four fingers up to the hilt in her soaking cunt, twisting them against the pink folds. I won't cum, I won't, I won't, Rachel thought desperately, wanting the wonderful sensations to go on and on. Megan began to rub Rachel's puckered hole with her free hand. Probing gently, she felt Rachel push against her finger and heard her sigh. Goody, thought Megan, another place to play. Wetting her fingers with pussy juice, she pushed her index finger to the first knuckle into her lover's asshole. Rachel gasped and rocked back on the finger, her sphincter muscle pulsing. Encouraged, Megan twisted two more fingers in the slippery hole, spreading them against the silky flesh. Rachel shrieked as Megan's fingers went deep in her ass. Rubbing her pussy harder on her lover's face, she reached the edge and toppled over. Megan felt Rachel's body stiffen and rammed her fingers into her holes as fast as she could, sucking her stiff clit into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. Rachel squirted like an erupting geyser, feeling light headed as if she would faint. "Ahhhhh, oh Godddd, I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumminggg, fuck meeeee..." Megan was drenched with Rachel's warm cum, her face and hair dripping, the pillow beneath her head quickly soaked. She continued to thrust and suck as Rachel kept cumming again and again. Finally, with one final shriek, she rolled off Megan's face and collapsed on the bed unconscious. When she opened her eyes, Megan was stroking her face and crying, "Wake up, sweetie, wake up, please, ohhhh, talk to me." Rachel managed a weak smile, "I'm all right, my darling, all that good lovin' just knocked me out." "Oh, I'm so glad you're okay," Megan sighed, covering her lover's face with kisses. Rachel kissed her back, pausing to lick her juices from Megan's shining face, "Hey, I taste even better on you." Megan giggled, "You're a wild woman, my sweet love, I'm going to be washing your cum out of my hair for a week", she paused, "Or maybe I'll just leave it in, start a new styling trend." "I'm still wearing yours." Rachel grinned, drawing strands of her hair through her lips, "we can offer a variety of flavors for the discriminating woman." They began laughing with sheer happiness, rolling about on the bed, trying to avoid the wet spots. "Let's get some sleep, sugar", said Rachel, "I'm exhausted and we still have a lot to talk about." "Okay by me," Megan sighed, snuggling against Rachel's back, kissing her neck and ear. "You're hogging the dry spot, lady and there's only one pillow. We'll have to sleep like this." "Wouldn't have it any other way," Rachel murmured, pulling up the comforter, "Turn off the light, my love." Megan lay awake for a while, listening to Rachel's soft snores. I don't want to leave this woman, she thought, ever. Then she too fell asleep, her lover in her arms, at last content. When Megan awoke she saw Rachel propped up on one elbow, looking at her with happiness shining in her eyes, the weak winter sunlight casting her face and hair in a soft glow. "Morning, babe", said Megan, caressing the smiling face, "Have you been awake long?" "Not too long," she replied, "I love to watch you sleep, and you make the cutest faces." "News to me," chuckled Megan, "what's on the agenda for today?" Rachel stretched luxuriously, "For starters, how about a shower to wash this love juice off. Then we'll have breakfast. I'll make my specialty, ham and cheese omelets. After that, we'll have our talk." Megan jumped up and raced for the bathroom, "Last one in has to change the sheets." Rachel was right on her heels, leaping into the shower and turning the faucets full on. They laughed and gasped as the cold water hit them. Rachel pressed Megan's lithe body against her, "It'll warm up in a minute, meanwhile, keep your hands to yourself missy, or we'll never have breakfast". They lovingly washed each other with sea sponges and lilac scented soap, luxuriating under the warm spray. Rachel insisted they make sure their holes were really clean; their soap covered fingers inducing more delicious orgasms. Finally the hot water ran out and they dried each other with warm towels, giggling and laughing like little girls. Rachel took two fluffy robes from her closet and they padded into the kitchen. Breakfast was ready in no time, and then they sat down to eat. Rachel watched her lover as she ate her meal, feeling content for the first time in years. She does make a great omelet, thought Megan, sipping on a mug of tea; a marvelous lover and a great cook, what a combination. When the meal was finished, Megan asked, "Can I wash the dishes, babe?" "Got it covered," Rachel replied. "Have a seat in the great room, sweetie. I'll be there in a minute and we'll see where we go from here." The women sat together quietly on the couch, Megan's head on Rachel's shoulder, neither knowing where to start. Finally, Rachel cleared her throat, suddenly feeling lonely. "I suppose you have to go back to the motel, today, you know, to write your report. Then I guess you'll be leaving?" Her eyes were wet as she smiled and kissed Megan's cheek. Megan felt her sadness returning and tears welled in her eyes. "I should, I need to, but I don't want to," she replied, her voice breaking, "I want to stay here with you." Rachel hugged her tightly, brown eyes shining, "Are you absolutely sure, sweetheart? I want you to stay more than anything else in the world, but what about your career? You've achieved so much, why would you give it up now?" Megan slid down the couch and lay her head in Rachel's lap, looking up at her as she spoke; "Because I'm tired of it, I'm lonely and I'm tired. I'm always on the move, living out of a suitcase, going from city to another." She sighed, "I envy you. You have your home, your business, this life, you're so fortunate."