A Change Of gender And Beyond
by F.W. Hinton
Bartholomew Carter, the foreman of Morris and Sons,
Commercial Printers took off his old leather apron hung it
on a peg by the main press and pulled on a stained coat. He
started with Morris and Sons as a boy and in his thirty
years with them had never once wanted to work for anyone
else. With them he felt safe, his future secure.
He was a giant of a man, a little over six feet tall,
broad-shouldered with enormous arms and hands. There was
strength too in his clean-shaven rugged face, surmounted by
a head of thick black curly hair. Yet there was something
gentle about him. perhaps created by the twinkle of humour
in his clear grey eyes.
Older women who had the patience to do the tedious job of
collating and knock-up were employed by Morrise's whose
total work force rarely exceeded twenty. The factory a mile
from where Shaun Maclaren lived in a two bed-roomed flat
with her mother.
Shaun waited outside the front office. Bart smiled at the
shy little girl the social worker had persuaded his boss to
employ. He had been told of the harsh treatment she had
received at the hands of the Sister's of Mercy, although he
had made up his mind to show the child no special favours he
was determined that his new charge would be given every
" So, your Shaun Maclaren"' he said looking down at her, "
I'm told you would like to learn all about the printing
" Yes Sir," she whispered.
Like a father he took her by the hand to the workshop across
the road, where for the next few weeks she learnt the art of
collating and knock-up. The second time she struck the loose
sheets against the hard surface, she caught her finger tips
and Bartholomew Carter was there with the first-aid kit.
The women at the factory were a lot older than Shaun. All of
them had grown-up families and they treated her like a
daughter. Each offering advice and help whenever asked,
sometimes arguing if one of them had given the right advice.
They loved making her clothes to go dancing, and thrilled to
see her try on the tulle petticoats one of them had made to
go under the flared skirts they had spent hours of their
free time designing.
During meal breaks they were eager to learn all that had
happened at the Saturday night dance, most remembering when
they were of an age similar to Shaun.
Bartholomew Carter had a lot of time for her. He helped her
whenever he could. Taught her to run the big presses.
Showed her first one job then another. Shaun too, was a
willing worker, prepared to try any job. Bart persuaded the
Boss to arrange evening classes at a nearby school and
showed great pride whenever she passed an exam.
At seventeen Shaun Maclaren could run, efficiently every
machine in the factory of Morris and Sons.
Always attractively dressed in skirt and white or pale blue
jumper she rode to work on her bicycle, her honey-coloured
hair tumbling in the breeze. The whistles from the boys she
passed making her feel a pleasing embarrassment. At last she
had really begun to live. The Convent and it's nightmares
left far behind.
Shaun loved her mother, although there were times when they
felt distant towards one another, sometimes not speaking to
each other for more than a week. It troubled Shaun, she felt
it was her fault. That unconsciously she blamed her mother
for the treatment she had received at the hands of the
Sister's of Mercy and her elder sister Pauline.
Three times a week she went Country dancing. Boys always
seemed to find a delight in taking her home, even though one
goodnight kiss was more than enough. There was not one of
them who had been able to persuade her to stay with them any
She thought that in some mysterious way she must be
different to other girls of her age. A few of her close
friends had said as much. Most of them put it down to the
sheltered life she had led at the Convent.
Maureen, the youngest daughter of Rachel's sister Lisa came
down to the city for a minor operation and stayed at the
flat with Shaun and her mother. Rachel, not willing to give
up her bedroom to anyone, Maureen slept with her cousin.
Almost twice her age Maureen treated Shaun like a younger
sister. They talked and laughed, especially in bed and most
nights Shaun would fall asleep in her cousin's arms.
Two weeks later Maureen went into hospital. Shaun never knew
she could miss anyone so much. There was no one to cuddle up
to before falling asleep. No one to make her feel that
emotional excitement that came from deep within her. No one
to look at and admire when she awoke in the mornings.
With Maureen she felt an inner calmness a vitality. A warm
sort of sweet contentment. For the first time in her life
Shaun knew she had found love. In love with someone she
could really love. She felt happy, elated, and suddenly sad,
knowing that her feelings could never be allowed to surface.
It was little more than a minor problem Maureen needed to
have corrected, but Shaun, deeply concerned spent the day at
" I'm so glad you were here for me," her cousin told her the
moment she opened her eyes. For hours, Shaun sat quietly by
her bedside holding her cousin's hands or stroking her
forehead, until the night nurse sent her home.
When Maureen recovered they went dancing. If anyone stared
at, or even hinted at dating Maureen Shaun would feel hurt
and annoyed. It took all her will-power to hide her
feelings. At one special Country dance, Shaun sat in sullen
silence watching her cousin being whirled around the floor.
She ignored boys who asked her to dance, wanting to be only
in the arms of her cousin, knowing she dare not for fear of
what other people might say. Unable to control her feelings
Shaun left the dance.
When her mother asked her why she had come so early. Shaun
glared at her, went to bed and cried herself to sleep. Her
cousin came home just before dawn and Shaun still asleep
cuddled her the moment she got into bed.
Maureen now desperate for affection moved Shaun's hand onto
her breast. Even subconsciously Shaun knew it was wrong. She
moved away and held Maureen around the waist.
Feeling rejected, needing to be held, to love and be loved,
Maureen turned round and lay on her back. Her eyes filled
with tears and a sob in her throat she placed Shaun's hands
on her breasts, holding them there for interminable moments.
Shaun now half awake gave a convulsive shudder as Maureen
eased her cousin on top of her.
Shaun's murmuring protest died on her lips as of their own
volition her hands encircled her cousin. A shaft of
incredible pleasure shot through their veins as their lips
gently touched like the wings of a butterfly.
The effect was erotic, something Shaun had never experienced
before. Without conscious thought she traced a path with her
lips down to the tips of Maureen's breasts, each nipple
hardening under her tender caress.
" I love you Shaun Maclaren," Maureen whispered, " as much
as I know you love me." Slowly she moved her legs up and
down her thighs. As the motion increased Shaun plundered the
mouth of her cousin. She savaged the delicate tissue against
her teeth until she could taste the saltiness of her blood.
Seconds later they squealed with delight at the ecstasy of
the fulfilment of their most urgent needs.
Shaun felt as if she was walking on air. At work the women
nodded wisely, each taking pleasure in her latest romance,
wondering when they would meet Shaun's Mr Right. Bartholomew
Carter grinned whenever he saw her, certain she would tell
him about it. Wondering when his Shaun would marry, if he
would be asked to give her away.
For weeks she lived in a world filled with dreams, knowing
that Maureen would be at home waiting. She wanted to tell
the world. Tell them that at last some one really loved her.
They talked about getting a flat. Away from everyone, away
from her mother.
A new woman started at the factory. Shaun showed her how to
collate and knock-up. During meal breaks the new woman
talked about girls living together. The other women thought
it was a good idea, good for reasons of safety and the need
to share expenses. The new woman scoffed, thought that all
girls living together were nothing but sluts and up to no
" Down our street," she told those who were listening, "
there were two girls living together. I didn't think it was
right. Eventually they carted one off to prison. The other
one got beat up by the locals."
For hours Shaun lay awake every night, looking lovingly at
the peacefully sleeping Maureen. Hours earlier they'd made
love. A love too precious to risk. Shaun knew she would
rather die than allow anything to happen to her Maureen. She
knew it had to end as she cried herself to sleep. In the
morning she thought about their lives. Maureen had a widow's
pension. There was no money problems, and her mother had an
income of her own.
Shaun decided that now was the time to fulfil her life-long
ambition and join the Army. A month later she left Morris
and Sons. Bartholomew Carter was upset, he felt hurt that
turned to anger. He pleaded with her to tell him the name of
the man who had made her so happy, promised to marry, then
changed his mind. He thought of himself as her adopted
father and protector. He knew he could make things right.
During the last meal breaks he tried talking to her. In the
end he gave up, and told her to forget the bastard who had
let her down.
" You're only young yet," he told her, " there's plenty of
time. You'll find the right man. It'll all work out in the
end." How could she tell him she was leaving because she was
in love with another woman. Or that his new employee had
told her what happened to females living together when the
authorities were informed. That they could send her to
prison. Maureen might be killed. How could she break his
heart. She loved Bartholomew Carter as a daughter might love
a father, and each night she cried herself to sleep.
There was no alternative. The Army offered her a career, a
chance for her and Maureen to forget one another. Perhaps
Maureen might find a decent man, someone she could really
love. For Shaun this was the chance of a new life, a new
beginning full of promise and filled with opportunities
On the train a sudden wave of depression and anxiety
overtook her. She wondered if the other recruits had similar
feelings. It was, she remembered with horror the same as the
first day at the Convent when Sandy Highfield left her.
A sense of achievement gripped her as she stepped off the
train proud of the leather suitcase her mates at Morrises
had given her. There were other women shuffling through the
ticket barrier, about thirty in all. The ticket collector
glancing at their rail warrants as they passed. Their
clothes all colours and styles. Everyone looking around with
curiosity and a sudden sense of community. Shaun wondered
what their reasons were for joining the Army.
" All right you lot. Everyone over here. Come along quickly
The voice, loud and clear stopped the chatter of the new
arrivals, as all heads turned in the direction of the
Sergeant. A big broad-shouldered man that reminded Shaun of
" Into the first truck," he shouted, his voice commanding
instant obedience. " The first one I said. You don't get a
truck of your own."
An impatient woman corporal urged the newcomers into the
truck. Some clambered in with ease. One in a tight fitting
tailored skirt had less luck. She tried to climb up the side
and in the end had to be pushed by friendly, over-familiar
hands. Shaun threw her case over the tail-gate. She grinned,
it reminded her of the time she heaved her case over the
" Place your foot against the side," the corporal suggested.
Without thinking she did as she was told.
" Think they would let the back down."
" That's too easy," she was told. " First rule in the Army.
Make a simple
job bloody hard. I reckon it gives them some sort of a
They were rocked backwards and forwards, thrown from side to
side as they were driven down dark country lanes to the
barracks, a ten minute drive from the station. The driver
struggled through the gears, manoeuvred the truck up the
ramp to the guard house. After a few words with the sentry
he drove on, minutes later came to a permanent stop.
Another Sergeant appeared and stood by the truck.
" This is the cookhouse, and Mess hall," he told them, " get
inside, get fed. I'll be back in an hour. Then you'll be
assigned to your billets."
The building was enormous, filled with long tables and
stools. Down one side a row of counters stacked with plates
Shaun looked at the end of the hall expecting to see a top
table and a Crucifix.
Behind the counter three women stood dressed in white
overalls and caps, not one with a smile on her face. As the
line of recruits moved forward, one woman thrust a plate in
front of them another threw cold food on each plate.
" Foods bloody cold," someone commented, " can't stand cold
food. Even the coffee's mixed up with the tea."
" If you don't like it complain," a voice from behind the
counter retorted, " we're only here to do you a favour.
We're not even supposed to be on duty."
The words accompanied by glares of resentment made the
newcomers move quickly along. It was then everyone knew they
were no more than rookies to be treated as the lowest of the
The new recruits were collected, marched down a row of huts
ringed with white stones and counted off by the corporal.
" That's all," she shouted, " move along to the next hut-and
be quick about it."
There was a strong smell of floor polish. Everything was
bright and clean. All the beds in a row reminded Shaun of
the dormitory at the Convent. She put her suitcase on a bed
by the door.
The room filled with loud voices, suddenly fell silent. All
heads turned to see a woman in uniform with stripes on her
arms, standing very erect.
" I am your hut corporal," she announced loud and clear. " I
have the unfortunate task of sorting you lot out." She
grinned at one of the girls struggling into a flimsy pink
nightdress. " This is the last night you'll be wearing one
of those things. Tomorrow you will be kitted out and wearing
A groan of disappointment rang around the room.
" That's enough," she continued with a grin. " Reveille's
at six, lights out at ten, and that's in three minutes
During the night there were sounds of restless bodies heavy
sleeping, deep breathing and a faint sound of sobbing. As
she drifted towards sleep, Shaun realised hat she was not
alone in her depression over her past and apprehension about
her future. But she felt a kind of contentment knowing that
her Maureen was safe. Her thoughts about her cousin were the
last thing she remembered.
When Shaun opened her eyes the Corporal was moving down the
centre of the hut banging the end of each bed with a stick
shouting. " Rise and shine." Minutes later they were marched
out to the ablution block to visit one of the cubicles with
only half a door and wash in icy water.
It seemed to Shaun that no matter where she went the water
was always cold. The Mess hall was next. There were Shaun
thought hundreds of women collecting plates of something
that looked like porridge and mugs of steaming hot coffee.
" Any complaints ?" some one shouted. No one seemed willing
Shaun put down the bundle she was carrying. With the others
she had been issued her clothing and a kitbag to store it
all in. There was a tunic, skirt, shirts and a battle dress.
She pulled out from the bag an extra large cotton bra and
wondered what she could find to fill it. A peaked cap and
stockings came next, the shoes, hopefully the right size,
they felt hard and were guaranteed to cripple anyone who
wore them, and as they were promised the regulation striped
Shaun held up the skirt and groaned in despair when the
waist reached the tips of her breasts.
" Try mine," the girl in the next bed named Cynthia
suggested, " we can take in the waist. It seems nearer your
size than mine."
All the brass tunic buttons, a lovely shade of green had to
be cleaned and polished. The Corporal hovering between beds
showing them how it had to be done.
Shaun and Cynthia sat together making their uniforms fit,
using needles and cotton from a package they were told was a
" We're only here for a few days," Cynthia told Shaun, "
then we begin our training."
" That's terrific. Can't wait to learn to drive."
" Basic training, silly."
" But I joined up to become a driver," Shaun Protested.
At the recruiting office she had been asked which career
path she would like to follow. When asked about her previous
employment she had to explain the progress she had made at
Morris and Sons, and was offered an immediate position in
the Army printing division. But Shaun wanted to do
something different, and her heart set on becoming a driver.
She saw it all as part of a dream. A dream of independence.
To be free. To go where she wanted to go. She remembered
the look of annoyance on the officer's face as she filled
out the forms.
" If you fail Miss Maclaren," she said sternly, " you will
be on permanent GD."
In their small groups they were hesitant about getting to
know one another very well, believing they would eventually
" What did you do?" Cynthia asked.
" I was a printer."
" I tried typing."
" What did you apply for?"
" To become a driver, same as you."
" And me," Roxanne in the bed opposite joined in.
The following day they went on parade in their uniforms
proud of their efforts to make them fit. Some wore their
caps a jaunty angle, perched on the side of their head. The
Sergeant who called them to attention looked at each one and
The officer walked down the line of recruits and yanked each
cap down squarely on their heads.
" That is the way all head gear will be worn in future. You
will be taught how to dress during basic training, and
you'll learn all about life in the Army."
" I know you will enjoy your holiday at the seaside," the
Sergeant added when the officer left the parade, " it will
be among the best days of your life."
It was the beginning of winter. On the seafront they
struggled to fight the elements. Marching in unison,
swinging their arms as the wind and rain battered them.
There were gym sessions at the far end of the parade ground
just at dawn broke very morning with no one being excused.
Every recruit believed the Army was made up of sadists who
took a delight, trying to inflict the worst possible pain.
They were taught to make beds, fold up their clothes and
polish floors. Shaun and her group were determined to be the
ultimate in the art of spit and polish. The beds were lined
up with calibrated precision. The contents of every locker
To add to the daily torture they were marched up and down
the parade ground. It seemed to Shaun that no one could
please the drill instructor. When they did their best, and
knew they were good, he found fault. If they wore
battledress, he'd turn up on parade in fatigues, then give
them two minutes to change.
Most afternoons they attended lectures.
When they dozed off, too tired to pay attention the Sergeant
would rudely awaken them. At the end of their six weeks
training, they had learned many things about themselves and
the Army. Each one of them proud of their personal
achievement, and equally as proud of their hut.
At the end of July there was a list of names pinned on the
notice board. It was Shaun who found her and Cynthia's
names. Howard, Maclaren, listed for transportation
instruction, and underneath the name Anderson.
" Look! that's me," Roxanne said excitedly, " the three of
us we're all going to the transport school."
The transport school was part of a large barracks an Shaun
felt certain she would get lost. " Don't worry," Cynthia
told her, " we'll all stick together. I can't wait to drive
one of those cars the officers go around in."
Cynthia Howard made no secret of her interest in men. Shaun
and Roxanne would exchange glances whenever she went into
action, both wondering about her life before joining up.
When anyone mentioned about girls living together in civvy
street, Shaun always felt her face flush.
Cynthia's confidence was sometimes taken for granted and got
her into trouble more then once with the Sergeant. But
being Cynthia she usually managed to talk her way out of it.
Unlike Shaun, who for some reason, the Corporal in charge of
the hut appeared to take an instant dislike to. On occasions
she could be heard all over the motor pool Shouting,
" Maclaren! Maclaren, come here."
Shaun was soon very familiar with every humiliation the
Corporal could devise. Every one in the hut realised that
while she drew fire away from them they were safe from the
Corporal's prying eyes. Cynthia and Roxanne were angered by
this attitude and helped Shaun whenever they could.
On the driving course it was more difficult. They were split
into teams of two, assigned to a Sergeant instructor. Shaun
took driving lessons in the morning and practical
maintenance in the afternoons.
She nursed her own pleasures in the driving lessons, and was
delighted with the masculine world of engines, low loaders
and lorries. She saw a semitrailer similar to the one that
took Casey Ann from her. Tears welled in her eyes for a
moment, but it passed and she continued with her work.
She had always felt that heavy vehicles and engines were
something designated as a purely male reserve. Now it was
open to her. She surprised everyone with her abilities and
was proud of her achievements.
Driving came naturally, giving her a new confidence. Even
the obnoxious hut Corporal couldn't get under her skin any
more. She made a remark to the Sergeant instructor about
being late for a lesson. Days later the hut Corporal applied
for a transfer.
Shaun Maclaren was learning all the time, discovering her
own strengths, coming to grips with her own weaknesses. The
rules and petty regulations of the Army were not dissimilar
to her life at the Convent, with it's tradition of doing the
simplest things the hardest possible way. It was to Shaun a
continuation of the school, designed to demonstrate that
life was far from fair. The ruthless discipline demanded
submission of all individual initiative and imagination..
" They want machines," Roxanne growled over dinner in the
Mess hall. She moved the cold mashed potatoes to one side of
her plate awash with soggy cabbage, and rock-hard peas in
watered down gravy. She stabbed at the mess with her fork.
" I need a decent meal. We had this same rubbish last
An officer moved down the line of tables with the mess
Sergeant close behind. She stopped opposite Shaun, Roxanne
" Any complaints?" she asked.
"Yes Ma'am," Shaun said without thinking, " we're fed up
with cold mash, cheese, soggy cabbage and rock hard peas."
The mess Sergeant scowled at the three trainee drivers.
" This lot complain all the time Ma'am. They're trainees.
Not used to life in the Army. Still civvies really."
The officer looked at the food on the plate. " Bring me a
clean fork please Sergeant. I want to try this food and test
Shaun began shaking, wishing she had kept her mouth shut.
" Try mine Ma'am," Cynthia suggested, offering the officer
her plate, worried about Shaun, now almost in tears.
" I'd rather try Private Maclaren's. She is the one
The hush in the Mess hall was frightening as the officer ate
from Shaun's plate. Without a word she picked up the plate
and with the fork threw it all in the trash bin.
" How dare you serve my girls this rubbish. You!" she added
angrily, as she faced the Mess Sergeant, " will report to my
office immediately. Clear away the tables girls," she said
as she went through to the kitchen, " you will have a late
She looked at the three rebels.
" This matter will be dealt with. You three, Maclaren,
Howard and Anderson will report to my office in ten minutes
They stood in front of the desk. It reminded Shaun of the
Reverend Mother's study. The officer looked at them. The
silence agonizing, each wondering what fate had in store.
" I'm pleased," she began, breaking the long drawn-out
silence, " that you had the good sense to bring this
disgraceful food to my attention. I assure you there will be
a difference in the menu from now on."
Shaun progressed from engine maintenance to driving staff
cars. Two weeks later she went for her test. With a sudden
start she heard her name called and felt Roxanne give her a
push. She presented herself to the examiner, gave a hurried
salute and sat in the car. There was no turning back now,
even though her stomach had tied itself up in knots. She
caught a glimpse of the instructor who gave her no sign of
pity or encouragement. Shaun thought the test was a dream.
She remembered starting the vehicle. It seemed to be all
over in minutes. She was back in barracks drawing up outside
the motor-pool aware of a row of faces demanding to know her
fate. The examiner scribbled on her clip board.
" I suggest you turn off the engine Maclaren."
" Did I pass Ma'am?" she asked turning the key.
" You have on cars and light vehicles. After your furlough
you will be tested on trucks and transporters. I'm sure
you'll do well Maclaren." Shaun stumbled out of the car and
joined her two friends.
" Was it really that awful? You're as white as a ghost."
" It was simple Cyn. Really it was. I passed, I actually
" You could try and look pleased about it. My turn next.
Wish me luck-you know I need it." An hour later the three of
them went back to the hut, each with a pass for cars and
light vehicles. Tomorrow the beginning of their first
Every letter Shaun received from Maureen she hid in the
bottom of her locker. When she was on her own she re-read
them over and over again. Every word, every declaration of
love she treasured. Her two friends believing them to be
from her boy friend, they knew she would one day marry made
no attempt to pry.
Both Roxanne and Cynthia talked about their various
romances. On occasions Cynthia would go into more intimate
details and Roxanne would look at Shaun and grin.
Shaun never allowed herself to be drawn out although she
longed to tell her friends she knew she dare not. She longed
to pour out her heart to someone who would at least listen
and try to understand.
Cynthia and Roxanne tried a few times to persuade her to
talk about her fiance who Shaun referred to as John.
Eventually they gave up, after realising that Shaun Maclaren
was a very private person and they had no real wish to
intrude. They were as Roxanne observed three very good
Maureen was standing at the ticket barrier and the moment
she saw Shaun waved like mad. Cynthia and Roxanne wondered
where John was. Shaun, filled with emotion ran to greet her
then slowed down and walked with her friends.
" I thought John would have been waiting for you," Cynthia
said with a smile.
" My brother's in bed with a most awful cold," Maureen told
them once the introductions were made.
" Mummy sent me down to pick you up. We're all longing to
The three girls promised to meet and travel back together at
the end of their leave.
" Who knows," Roxanne said as she kissed Shaun goodbye, " we
might even meet John." When Cynthia and Roxanne were out of
sight, Maureen and Shaun fell into each other's arms. The
stares and smiles from passing people did not bother them.
Perhaps they didn't care. They were wrapped in their embrace
and for the moment it was all that mattered. Maureen led
Shaun towards her car. Shaun wondered how she had managed
to buy it.
" Sold the house," Maureen told her with a triumphant laugh,
" we-you and I own a cottage-by the sea."
" Are we going there now? What about Mum? the flat? is she
" Questions! so many questions. Everything is fine. It's all
been taken care of."
During the long drive Maureen explained that she had to get
away from Aunt Rachel. That she had a good offer for her
house, which she accepted, and bought a two bedroomed
cottage on the coast. It was quiet, peaceful, she told her
with no near neighbours. With the money left over she had
bought the car. That she had completely redecorated the
place while Shaun was away.
" I know you'll love our home," Maureen added excitedly.
" Are we going there now?"
" Not yet," Maureen answered with a smile, " first we're
going to have that special holiday we always promised
ourselves. I've found an ideal spot where no one would dream
of asking difficult or embarrassing questions"
An hour later they were driving along the sea front. Maureen
told her the hotel catered for public figures who needed to
get away, whose main concern was for plush comfortable
privacy. That the hotel was small and very quiet. Inside
the lobby the smell of salt and seaweed was tempered with
suggestions of brandy, cigars, waxed furniture and hot-house
gardenias. Chandeliers hung everywhere. The deep-seated
armchairs were of autumn tone with a hint of rose. Velvet
curtains hushed every whisper, deep-piled carpets softened
every step. Crockery was never rattled at the ' Sandwood
Hotel'. The wine steward pulled corks with a discreet pop.
It was an island of peace, where no one asked difficult
questions or dare cast a curious glance.
Shaun stared wide-eyed as Maureen with an air of confidence
signed the register. She had a feeling that her cousin had
been here before .
" It's very grand," Shaun whispered, as they sipped their
wine and the waiter served their meal. A look of fear crept
into her eyes as she watched the waiters talking to the
other guests in low tones.
Maureen stroked the back of her hand.
" It's all right," she said softly, " we're perfectly safe
there is nothing to fear."
Later they went upstairs to their suite. It was only then
that Shaun felt really safe. Maureen sat on the edge of the
bed and took a ragged, excited breath. She pulled Shaun
close to her who was astounded by the size of the bed under
it's canopy of blue brocade as she unfastened the buttons of
Shaun took Maureen in her arms, unzipped her cousin's blue
dress, unfastened her bra and cupped her breasts in her
hands. They kissed again and again, touching here and there
with an aching mixture of reverence and passion, yearning to
be taken up to the glistening pulsating plateau known only
Shaun her past fears forgotten lost all self-control as her
lips traced the long curves of Maureen's body, the flat
plane of her stomach and the satiny inside of her thighs.
For an earth shaking instant their world stood perfectly
still. They both felt suspended, then rocked on a gentle
sea, afloat in their special kind of love, knowing that
forever they would belong to each other.