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Date: Thu,  7 Aug 2003 08:10:04 -0400
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	Memories Of Flight 109
	by Ann Douglas

	Peggy Oxenberg paid no attention to the wide-open spaces
far below California Air Express' Las Vegas Shuttle as it made a
wide banking turn that gave the passengers on her side of the
aircraft a breathtaking view.  With almost as many hours in the air
as the pilot at the controls, the former flight attendant had seen
it too many times before to be impressed.

	Instead, the forty-six year old vice-president of in-flight
operations concentrated on the paperwork she had brought with
her to wrap up before she could enjoy her long overdue vacation.
It was only two hundred and fifty miles separating Los Angeles,
where she was now based at the airline's home office, and Las
Vegas, but experience told her that it would still be almost
another half hour before they landed. There were always a lot of
flights into Vegas on a Friday afternoon and it was normal for them
to get backed up over the desert.

	The light was already on for passengers to return to their
seats and strap themselves in, but the short haired brunette
rarely paid attention to such things.  After all, since technically,
she was the person responsible for all of the attendants on the
plane, none of them were about to tell her she couldn't head back
to the bathroom when she wanted to.

	Coming back up the aisle, Peggy made it a point to mention to
the senior attendant onboard how impressed she was with the way
his crew went about their jobs.  It didn't hurt to let the troops
know you paid attention.  Truth be told, Peggy sometimes missed
the days when she traveled around the country doing the same job
as the younger man she was chatting with.  There was a sense of
freedom about sometimes being in two or three different cities a
week and living a carefree life.  But nothing lasts forever, she
reminded herself once again.

	Halfway back to her seat, Peggy had to wait as a passenger
got up to put something in the overhead compartment.  Standing
there, she made eye contact with a rather cute blonde haired
woman in the seat next to the woman who had gotten up.  With a
slim build and long blonde hair below her shoulders, she looked to
be in her mid-twenties.  Bright blue eyes met Peggy's emerald
green's for a moment and she returned the older woman's smile.
Then the moment passed and the young lady turned her attention
back to the book she'd been reading.

	That was another thing she missed from those not so long
ago days, Peggy mused as the woman in the aisle sat down and she
was able to continue on to her seat.  Back then; she could get a lot
more than a smile from a pretty woman like that.  Not to say Peggy
lacked for company when she wanted it nowadays, but with all the
changes in her life, the more adventurous aspects of it were just
memories now.

	By the time she sat down and buckled her seat belt, Peggy
realized that there was something more about the blonde
bothering her than just a reminder of glory days.  The woman
seemed familiar somehow, but she couldn't place her.  She'd
literally encountered thousands of women in her professional life,
but only a few had ever made any lasting impressions.  And if she'd
known a woman like that on a personal level, she was sure she
would've remembered.

	"Must be my imagination,"  Peggy told herself as she packed
away the last of her papers in her attache case.  "Another sign I'm
getting older."  she silently laughed.

	Yet, ten minutes later, the question was still bothering her.
So much so that she got back up from her seat and went back to
the attendant's station where the senior attendant was wrapping
things up as well.

	"Is there a problem?"  Mike Boone asked when he looked up
and saw her standing there.

	"No, not at all,"  Peggy assured him,  "I'd just like to take a
look at your passenger manifest for a moment, if you don't mind?"

	Mike hesitated for a few seconds, for which Peggy gave him
credit.  That wasn't the sort of thing you normally shared with the
passengers.  Then again, she wasn't exactly a passenger either, he
justified as he took the list out of the drawer and handed it to
her.

	It only took a second for Peggy to run her finger down the
seating chart and find the name, Barbara Owens.  A name that
drew a total blank to her.  Chalking it all up to the imagination it
probably was, she thanked Mike and handed it back to him.  On the
way back to her seat, she made it a point to walk up the other
aisle.  Taking a last look at Ms. Owens as she passed her row, Peggy
still felt like she knew her from somewhere.

	"That just shows me that I'm working too hard and I
haven't gotten laid in far too long,"  Peggy grinned as she strapped
herself in for the last time.  Hopefully, the weekend in Las Vegas
would take care of both problems.

				-=-=-=-

	One great advantage to being a VIP of sorts on the twice
daily flight, was that Peggy was off the plane before just about
anyone else, and her luggage was waiting for her by the time she
got to the terminal.  Along with a cab that got her to her hotel
while others were still waiting for their suitcases.  By the time any
of them reached their hotel check ins, Peggy had already
unpacked, changed into a comfortable, sleeveless black blouse and
a cream colored skirt, and was heading for the casino to try her
luck.

	"There has to be some mistake,"  Peggy heard a woman's
voice say as she crossed the lobby.

	She automatically turned in the direction it had come from.
In this case, the front desk she had checked in at a short time
before.  Normally, she would've just continued on her way, but
Peggy found herself stopping in her tracks when she saw that the
voice belonged to the woman from the plane.

	Curious, and in no real hurry to lose her money at the
blackjack table, Peggy moved a little closer to see what was going
on.  She walked up to the small display of pamphlets on the far end
of the counter, picking one up about helicopter tours and
pretended to read it.

	"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I've checked it twice,"  the white
haired desk clerk, whose name tag read George, said as he looked
away from his computer screen.  "We don't have any reservation
for a Samantha Owens."

	"But I know the girl who does our company's travel
arrangements made the reservation,"  Samantha insisted.  "It has
to be there."

	The clerk gave a shrug of his shoulders, as if he believed
that the woman was just another person who'd shown up without a
reservation and was trying to bully her way into a room.  He'd seen
it too many times to give it credence, but he went through the
motions and checked a third time, with the same results.

	"Wait a second,"  Samantha said before he could move on to
the guest who was waiting behind her to check in,  "check under
Thomas, Samantha Thomas, they might have put it under there."

	The blond haired businesswoman remembered at the last
minute that she'd recently informed the personnel director that
she planned to go back to using her maiden name now that her
divorce was final.  That might be the reason for the mix-up.

	"Sorry, no Thomas either,"  the exasperated clerk said as he
now insisted that Samantha step aside and let those with valid
reservations check in.

	"Oh my God!"  Peggy gasped as the memory she had been
trying to earlier recall suddenly became crystal clear.

	The name might not have hit home with the hotel clerk, but
it certainly did with Peggy.  The girl had only been nineteen when
she'd met her for a brief moment some five years before, but
she'd made a quite lasting impression.

	It had been on Flight 109, the redeye out of Newark to Los
Angeles, and now that she'd made the mental connection, Peggy
remembered it like it was yesterday.  Samantha had been one of
the two women who'd had an in-flight sexual encounter in the
bathroom while most of the other passengers dozed their way
cross-country.

	One of the reasons Peggy remembered the incident so
clearly was, aside from having been incredibly turned on by them as
she listened outside the door, the then senior flight attendant had
given her card to the older of the two, Barbara Logan, as she
disembarked.  On the back of the card had been her number and an
invitation to dinner.  An invitation that the New York based lawyer
had taken her up on.

	Much more satisfying activities had followed dinner, to be
repeated two more times while both of them were in Los Angeles.
They had never crossed paths again, but the memory of that
weekend had remained in her mind.  How amazing it was, Peggy
thought as she put the flyer back in the cardboard holder, to run
into the other half of that daring duo after all this time.

	"Excuse me,"  the older brunette said as she stepped up to
the center of the countertop, ignoring the people that had been
waiting behind Samantha.  "Is there a problem?"

	Normally, the man behind the desk would've been further
annoyed, but he immediately recognized Peggy as being an official
with an airline that put up its crews at the hotel, even keeping a
room all the time for emergencies.  Ignoring the man behind
Samantha who was trying to hand him his reservation confirmation,
the clerk gave Peggy his undivided attention.

	He quickly outlined the girl's problem, and insisted that
while he was of course sympathetic, there really wasn't much he
could do.  It was Friday, after all, and the hotel was fully booked
as it was.  Perhaps the young lady could try one of the
lesser-known establishments?

	"I think that maybe you just aren't looking in the right
places,"  Peggy suggested, along with the thought that maybe if he
couldn't find this young woman a room, which obviously someone on
the hotel staff had misplaced the reservation for, then perhaps
the manager might be able to find one."

	"No Ma'am,"  I'm sure that there won't be any need to
involve him in this,"  came his quick reply after Peggy voiced her
thoughts.

	Peggy let him squirm for a minute or two, using the time he
checked the list of rooms again to fully take in the younger woman
who now looked at her with a sense of deliverance.

	"You were on the plane."  she said as she recognized Peggy.

	"Yes I was," she smiled back before turning again to the
clerk, the look on her face now saying she expected an answer.

	"Ma'am, I have looked at every room we have in this place,"
George said in frustration,  "and we don't even have a utility closet
that we could put a cot in."

	Peggy hadn't really expected any different answer, although
she didn't appreciate the crude imagery he used to emphasize the
point.  She had merely been using the time to come up with an
alternative of her own.

	"Does that include the rooms that were reserved for the
California Air crews?"  Peggy asked.

	"Yes it does,"  he replied.  "All six rooms are being used."

	"Being used, or filled up?"  Peggy asked, already knowing the
answer.

	"Well," George said, his tone reflecting the fact that he'd
not taken that into consideration.  "Both you and Mr. Boone have
rooms to yourself, as do Captain McCarthy and Mr. Wilson.  The
others are all doubled up."

	All three of the men he mentioned had private rooms based
on their seniority. Technically, as a vice-president, Peggy could
move them around if she wished.  McCarthy and Wilson were pilots
and it wasn't a good idea to play with their prerogatives.  The fly
boys were often touchy about things like that.  Mike Boone, on the
other hand, was in her chain of command and she was sure he
wouldn't mind being put in the position where she owed him a favor.

	"Well, why don't we do this,"  Peggy suggested, "have one of
the bellhops move my things into Mr. Boone's room, then this young
lady can have mine."

	"Oh no, I couldn't,"  Samantha immediately interjected.

	"Hush,"  Peggy said to her as she held up her index finger
for emphasis.

	George looked at Peggy for a moment, considering what his
own manager would make of it all.  Not that he wanted to call and
get his opinion.  He also wondered why the airline official was so
willing to share a room with a male subordinate.

	As he called for one of the bellhops, George came up with
two possible explanations.  One, that the older woman had
something going on with the quite attractive young man he
remembered from other visits to the hotel.  Or, that the young
man was a little too attractive and had no interest in women at all,
making it perfectly safe for her to share a room.

	Had she been able to read his mind, Peggy could've assured
George that neither was the case.  The last man she had been
intimate with was three decades in the past, back in high school.
As for Mike Boone not being interested in women, one of the
reasons he liked being a flight attendant was that it allowed him to
keep the large number of women he was involved with far apart
from each other.  His story was the modern equivalent of the old
girl in every port.

	It also now occurred to Peggy that Mike being Mike, and this
being Vegas, he undoubtedly already had something, or someone,
lined up for this evening.  If that was the case, then Mr. Boone was
about to learn that sometimes, one had to make sacrifices, no
matter how much they hurt.  It was a lesson Peggy had learned
herself over the years.

	"Please, Miss ..."  Samantha started to say, then realized
that she didn't even know the name of the woman who had come to
her aid.

	"Peggy, Peggy Oxenberg,"  she offered, pausing a breath to
see if there was any recognition.  A foolish thought really, since
they had never actually been introduced.

	"Miss Oxenberg, I really can't take your room,"  Samantha
said, her voice reflecting the gratitude of the offer,  "as much as I
need someplace to stay.  If you really want to be that generous, let
me share it, and pay half the cost."

	"The room is already paid for,"  Peggy said.  "I work for the
airline."

	"Then let me show my appreciation in another way,"
Samantha offered.

	Peggy had to bite her tongue to keep from saying the first
thing that popped into her head.  The mental image was bad enough
to evoke a physical reaction between her legs.

	"Why don't I take you out to dinner?"  the blonde went on.
"I don't know about you, but that snack they served on the plane
really wasn't worth what we paid for it."

	"You do remember that I just said that I work for that
airline."

	"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

	"That's okay, I thought it was somewhat lacking as well,"
Peggy grinned.

	Samantha smiled back with relief.

	"Okay, this is what we are going to do,"  Peggy said as she
now included George once again in the conversation.  "This young
lady and I are going out to dinner, assuming of course the hotel
restaurant doesn't have a problem seating us as well."

	"No Ma'am,"  George insisted,  "I'll call ahead personally."

	"Good,"  Peggy said.  "As I was saying, while we go out to
dinner, you can have your bellman here move her luggage up to my
room.  We'll wait until we get back from dinner until we decide
anything else, but I'd like you to explain what's going on to Mr.
Boone when he checks in.  So that if I do need the spare bed in his
room, he can adjust his schedule accordingly.  Is that simple
enough?"

	George quickly agreed, and was more than relieved when the
two women set off in the direction of the restaurant, leaving him
to finally take care of the small backlog that had formed behind
them.  Thankfully, few of the other guests seemed too put off by
the delay.  In fact, some had found his obvious distress somewhat
entertaining.

				-=-=-=-

	As busy as the hotel obviously was, they didn't really need
the desk clerk's call to be assured a table.  Many of the guests, at
least those not practically living in the casinos, preferred the low
cost buffets to a sit down dinner.  Knowing this, Peggy suggested
that Samantha follow her bags up to the room and take the time to
shower and change into something more comfortable.  Which in
this case turned out to be an outfit much like Peggy's, only in red
and white.

	The call had been enough, however, to point out Peggy as
someone the hotel management wanted to keep happy.  With that
in mind, they were met at the restaurant entranceway a half hour
later by the hostess.  She quickly showed them to one of the more
preferred tables, away from the noise of both the kitchen and the
casino.  The long haired brunette assured them that their waitress
would be along in a few moments.

	"This is really very nice,"  Samantha said as she looked
around the half filled room.

	"Aside from the self important nincompoop at the desk, this
is really a good place to stay."  Peggy replied.

	"I really did have a reservation,"  the younger blonde said,
feeling a little defensive.

	"I never doubted that you did,"  Peggy smiled back, putting
to rest any thought to the contrary.

	"My, look at all these choices,"  Samantha said as she opened
one of the menus the hostess had left.  "Everything looks so good."

	"Might I make a suggestion?"

	"Of course."

	"The veal scaloppini here is so good that it almost melts in
your mouth,"  Peggy said. "That is if you like veal."  she added,
realizing that for all she knew, Samantha could just as well be a
vegetarian.

	"That sounds excellent,"  Samantha said as she closed the
menu and laid it flat on the table.

	Peggy followed suit, deciding she would have that as well.
She was about to ask Samantha what brought her to Las Vegas
when they were interrupted by the appearance of their waitress.
On her tray, she was carrying two glasses of wine.

	"Compliments of the house,"  she said as she laid them out on
the table.

	"That was nice of them,"  Samantha said.

	"It's nice to see you back, Miss Oxenberg,"  the
twenty-something waitress said as she slid the now empty tray
under her arm and took out her order pad.

	The use of her name caused Peggy to look up and see the
woman. not just the uniform.  Normally, that wasn't something she
was guilty of, but she had been giving Samantha her full attention.

	"Oh hi, Bridgett,"  Peggy said to the buxom blonde once she
recognized her.  "It's nice to see you again.  I'm sorry I didn't
realize it was you at first.  I guess I was a little preoccupied."

	"That's okay, I understand." the waitress replied with a
knowing smile as she glanced in Samantha's direction.

	Whereas many people in her profession usually remembered
you by the amount you tipped, Peggy knew from the look Bridgett
gave Samantha that she also recalled her by the number of times
the older woman had dined here with various women across from
her.  While women weren't her partners of preference, it was
obvious to Bridgett that they were Peggy's.  Once she had realized
that, the blonde made it known as nicely as she could, it wasn't the
way she liked to play.  She didn't have any reason to think Peggy
might be interested in her, but some things were best said out
front she always thought.

	"This is Samantha Owens,"  Peggy said as she introduced her
dining companion.  "We sort of met on the plane ride here and I
was helping her sort out a problem with her reservation."

	It was important for Peggy that Bridgett not automatically
conclude that Samantha fell into the same category as the other
women she had seen her with.  It would be wrong, she thought, to
make assumptions based on a single incident so many years before.

	"You're the two that gave George such a hard time at the
front desk,"  Bridgett said with an appreciative grin, proving once
again that nothing travels faster than gossip.  "It couldn't have
happened to a nicer asshole," she added in a lower voice.  "It's
amazing that they didn't fire him a long time ago."

	She quickly took their orders, promising to make sure the
chef gave them special attention.  Peggy took a taste of the wine,
after which Samantha did the same.

	"By the way, it's Thomas, not Owens,"  she said as she put
down the glass.  "I guess I have to get used to that again."

	"Bad divorce?"  Peggy asked.

	"Is there a good kind?"  Samantha asked in turn.

	"I guess not,"  Peggy replied, even though she knew of a few
instances where divorce was the best course of action for
everyone concerned.

	"I really want to thank you again for coming to my aid like
you did,"  Samantha said as she changed the subject and took a
little more of the wine.  "It still puzzles me why you did it though,
me being a perfect stranger and all.  Not that I'm not grateful
that you did."

	"How about we just say I've been in bad predicaments
myself and leave it at that for now."

	"Fair enough."

	They exchanged a few more pleasantries until they were
interrupted by the quick arrival of their dinners.  True to her
word, Bridgett had seen that the chef gave it his special attention,
even moving their order up in front of another couple that had
ordered the same meal.  He had no love for the irritating desk
clerk either.

	"You were right, this is really great,"  Samantha said as she
started on the veal.

	Peggy joined her and, as they worked on the meal and a
second refill of the wine, they learned a little more about each
other.  Peggy told of her life as a flight attendant and how she also
managed correspondence courses that gave her a degree to go with
the wealth of practical knowledge she had gained over the years.
A combination that had led her to the position she held today.

	Samantha had been born back East, but came to California
to go to college.  She had a degree in business administration and
worked for a medical supply company in Pasadena.  She liked the
people, but was looking for something more challenging in her life.

	"You never married?"  Samantha asked as one of the busboys
cleared away their now empty plates.

	"That kind of life isn't for me,"  Peggy replied, thinking that
was a true enough answer.

	"I wish I could've said the same thing two years ago,"
Samantha said, her voice again shifting to a harder tone when she
discussed her marriage.  "I think I might've been happier."

	"We don't have to talk about that,"  Peggy said, taking note
that it was a sensitive subject.

	"No, it's okay, I can't move on with the rest of my life if I
keep trying to avoid it completely,"  she replied after taking a deep
breath.  "There's not much really to tell when I think of it.  We
met in college, got married, and somewhere along the way went
from bliss to misery.  I can't tell you exactly where it all went
wrong, just that I woke up one day and realized that it wasn't
where I wanted to be."

	Any comment that Peggy might've made then was lost as
Bridgett returned to see if they needed anything else.  Perhaps a
nice dessert, she suggested.

	"I think I'm pretty full already,"  Samantha said, thinking
that it was rare for her to eat every bit on her plate as she had
just done,  "but you get something if you want."

	"I think I'll pass,"  Peggy replied.  "The last thing I need is a
few more pounds to go with the extra ones I already have."

	"That's ridiculous,"  Samantha offered.  "I think you look
great.  Too many women starve themselves to fit some fashion
model concept of what a woman is supposed to look like.  As long as
you're healthy, who cares if you put on a few pounds.  After all,
you said you're on vacation, didn't you."

	But even as she thanked her for the kind words, Peggy again
declined the suggestion of dessert, saying maybe they'd have
something later after she'd digested the dinner.  Samantha
handed Bridgett her credit card to pay the bill, declining the older
woman's attempt to put the meal on her expense account.

	"Well we have a choice,"  Peggy said as they exited the
restaurant.  "We can hit the casino and see what kind of luck we
have, or take a little walk and work off the veal."

	"It looks like a lovely night out there,"  Samantha noted.

	"A walk it is then."

				-=-=-=-

	For the better part of an hour, the two women strolled down
the famous Las Vegas Strip, taking in the sights and sounds of all
the famous hotels.  The temperature was in the low nineties, but
the lack of humidity made it bearable.  Even so, both women were
glad they had changed into more comfortable attire before dinner.

	They passed the MGM Grand and the Aladdin, moving up
along Caesar's Palace until they turned around once they reached
Circus Circus.  All the while, they continued the conversation
they'd started over dinner, learning to enjoy each other's company
more and more.

	"Look at how well we get along,"  Samantha said as she
admired the lighting display at Bally's.  "Isn't it a little silly for
you to move out of your room instead of sharing it with me?"

	"Well, I have my reasons,"  Peggy said.

	"Such as?"

	"Such as they're mine and not open to discussion,"  Peggy
grinned.

	"Well I'll tell you what,"  Samantha said as she came to a
stop in the middle of the block.  "Unless you can give me one really
good reason, I'm not going to take that room.  I don't care if I
have to sleep in the lobby."

	Peggy sighed and looked at the younger woman.  Her heart
was in the right place, but the brunette was sure that the minute
she answered that question, their new found friendship was going
to go right down the tubes.

	"Well?"  Samantha repeated in a semi-serious tone as she
crossed her arms in a show of forced impatience.

	"I'm a lesbian,"  Peggy said, unable to think of anything
better than the truth to say.

	"And why would you think that would make a difference if we
shared a room?"  Samantha asked.  "Unless you were planning on
trying to seduce me or something?"

	"No, nothing like that,"  Peggy quickly replied.  "I just
thought it might make you uncomfortable, that's all."

	"Good, cause as seductions go, this one was rather lame,"
the younger blonde laughed, trying to make light of it all.

	"I guess I'm a little out of practice,"  Peggy rejoined with an
equally large smile on her face.

	"So do we have all of this out of the way now?"  Samantha
asked.

	It would've been so easy for Peggy to say yes, to hold
anything else back and hope that her previous knowledge of the
young woman walking with her never came up.  But that wasn't the
person she was.  Even if it cost her a lot, and many times in the
past it had, she had always been totally honest with people.

	"There is something else,"  she said,  "something that you
might not like."

	"I'm a big girl, I can handle a lot,"  came her reply.

	"Okay, but let's keep walking,"  Peggy said, gaining herself a
few more moments to phrase what she wanted to say.  "I'd rather
people not listen in on our conversation."

	Now more curious than anything else, Samantha began to
again walk down the wide boulevard.

	"I really not sure how to say this,"  Peggy confessed.  "I'm
usually not at a loss for words."

	"Straight up is usually best,"  Samantha suggested.

	"Okay,"  Peggy said, taking a deep breath.  "First off, we're
not exactly perfect strangers.  We have met before, not that we
were actually introduced or anything like that."

	"Really?" Samantha said in surprise. "When was that?"

	"About five years ago."

	"You're kidding, right?"

	"No, I'm quite serious."

	"Wow, I must've been twenty or twenty-one."

	"Actually, I remember it being pointed out to me that you
were nineteen at the time."

	"Pointed out to you by who?"  Samantha asked, thinking that
might help her remember what Peggy was referring to.

	"I'll get to that in a minute."

	"Okay, all I can say is that I must've made one hell of an
impression."

	"That's funny, those were almost my exact thoughts when I
remembered you."

	"But where did I meet you?"

	"Okay, but remember you asked."

	"I'll remember."

	"Does the name, Barbara Logan, ring any bells?"

	"Barbara Lo... oh my God!"

	"My reaction exactly!"

	Samantha was stunned beyond belief, the words just
wouldn't come.  She took a few steps in the opposite direction,
trying to come to grips with what Peggy had just told her.

	"How... how did you know about me and Barbara?"  she finally
managed to say.

	"Flight 109, Newark to LA, remember?"  Peggy added.  "I
was the senior attendant on that flight."

	"You saw us?"

	"Not saw exactly, but I was right outside the bathroom,"
she confessed.  "I didn't have to be gay to know what was going on
inside."

	"How do you know Barbara?"

	"We sort of had dinner after the flight,"  Peggy admitted.

	"Dinner?"

	"Well, dinner and then, well we kind of spent the weekend
together,"  Peggy added, the admission needing no further
embellishment as to what the admission entailed.

	"I can't believe it,"  Samantha said, concentrating on the
main point of her confession.  "Do you know I can't even get on an
airplane  without thinking about that time in the bathroom."

	"Well if nothing else, it does seem to have cured you of your
fear of flying."

	"You could say that,"  Samantha grinned.

	"And you're not mad at me?"

	"Why would I be mad?"

	"Well I just thought if ... well just that ... I guess I just
thought you wouldn't believe that I was really just trying to help a
girl in need and not just trying to get you into my bed.  I didn't
want you to think that, especially after I got to know you a little
better.

	"I  might've thought that before,"  Samantha admitted,
"but not now."

	Peggy smiled at that news, then reached into her purse and
took out her cell phone.  She asked Samantha to excuse her for a
minute.  Hitting a number on speed dial, she was quickly connected
with the party she wanted.

	"Mike, hi, it's Peggy Oxenberg,"  she said into the small
receiver.

	The blond haired girl tried to pay more attention to the
people passing around them rather then the conversation.  Without
much success.

	"Did the desk clerk give you my message?"  she asked,
pausing as Mike answered that he had.  "Good, and I appreciate the
fact that you're willing to help me out,"  she added, taking his
acquiesce as a given.

	There was a gap as Mike confirmed what she had taken for
granted.

	"Well I have some good news for you,"  Peggy beamed,  "I'm
not going to need that spare bed after all.  So you can call back
whatever lovely lady you were going to bless with your company
this evening and tell her the coast is clear."

	Whatever the flight attendant's reply was, it made Peggy
laugh.

	"Oh, one other thing,"  she said before bringing the call to a
close.  "I still owe you one, even though it turned out I didn't need
the favor.  Have a good night dear."

	"That was nice of you,"  Samantha said as Peggy put away
the phone.

	"Just doing the right thing,"  Peggy replied.  "It comes from
having worked your way up the ranks.  You remember what it was
like to be on a lower rung."

				-=-=-=-

	Continuing their walk, Samantha and Peggy soon found their
way back to their hotel.  It was still relatively early by Las Vegas
standards so they decided to have a drink in the bar.  The ambient
noise of the crowd let them continue their chat without anyone
really overhearing what it was about.

	"Samantha, can I ask you a question?"  Peggy asked as she
leaned close to her companion.  "It's kind of personal so I'll
understand if you say no."

	"Ask away,"  the slim girl said as she took a large sip of her
drink.

	"Barbara told me the story of what happened on the flight,
but I've always been curious about one thing."

	"Only one thing?"  Samantha laughed.

	"Well, a couple of things,"  Peggy laughed as well as she
brought her own glass up,  "but I didn't want to go over the line."

	"Ask all the questions you want," Samantha replied, signaling
the bartender for another round for the two of them.

	"Was that really your first time?"  Peggy asked as she
picked up the new drink.

	"Actually, it really was,"  Samantha admitted,  "and there
are times I still can't believe it happened the way it did.  I mean
one minute I'm in the bathroom, trying to calm my nerves about
flying, then next thing I know, Barbara had her tongue in my mouth
and her fingers in my pussy."  she added in a much lower voice.

	"She forced herself on you?"  Peggy asked in disbelief.

	"No, that's not what I meant,"  Samantha quickly corrected
Peggy.  "I invited her to stay, and I should say that I was calming
my nerves by masturbating when she came to check on me."

	A wave of relief washed over Peggy, as the account now
matched the version she had heard from Barbara.  She hated to
think, even for a moment, that a woman who had shared her bed
could have done such a thing as she had imagined.

	"Was that your only time?"  Peggy asked, figuring that she
might as well satisfy her curiosity while she could.

	"No, it wasn't,"  Samantha grinned.  "I guess what happened
made me curious enough to try it a few more times while I was in
college.  I had been too nervous when another student actually
came on to me at a party when I was a freshman.  So when the
opportunity arose when I was a sophomore,  it was something more
familiar and exciting rather then new and scary."

	"Well they say college is the place for learning new things,"
the older woman laughed.

	"Then, Ross came along, that was my husband's name in case
I didn't mention it before,"  Samantha said, draining the second
drink and signaling for a third.  "We got married a month after
graduation."

	"So that was the end of your experimentation."

	"I thought so, but, not really,"  Samantha said as the two
now empty glasses were replaced with fresh ones.

	"You had an affair while you were married?"  Peggy asked,
wondering if that was the cause of the divorce.

	"No, not an affair,"  she answered as she started on the new
drink.

	Peggy left hers sitting on the bar as she tried to figure out
the meaning of that answer.  Thankfully, Samantha explained it
right after.

	"About a year into our marriage, after the bloom started to
wear off, I made what I realized now was the mistake of telling
Ross about my bi experiences."

	"He was angry with you about them?"  Peggy asked, thinking
that some men can't handle the idea that their wife or girlfriend
might be into women as well.

	"On the contrary, he was excited about it," Samantha
laughed as she took more of her drink.  "Isn't that supposed to be
every guy's dream, to have a wife who'll do him and another
woman?"

	"So the two of you had a menage a trois,"  Peggy said in
understanding.

	"Three of them actually,"  Samantha blushed,  "with three
different women.  All of them a mistake."

	"Why?"

	"Because they were for the wrong reasons,"  she answered.
"Oh I'll be the first to say the sex was good.  It even gave me a
little charge to watch Ross screwing a pussy that I had just been
licking.  But sex games just seemed to cover up other problems,
and when I decided not to play anymore, those problems became
worse.  Until finally, I realized that there wasn't anything worth
staying for."

	"I'm so sorry for you,"  Peggy said as she watched Samantha
drain the bottom half of her glass.  "I'm also sorry for asking what
I realize now was a painful question."

	"Don't be,"  Samantha said as she waved off the bartender's
offer of another refill.  "It felt good to actually say that to
someone.  It wasn't exactly the kind of thing I could've said to my
mother, or one of my girlfriends at work."

	"It's getting a little late and it's been a long day,"  Peggy
said,  "maybe we should call it a night and we can tackle the casinos
tomorrow."

	"Okay."  was the younger woman's single word reply as she
opened her bag to get a bill to pay for their drinks.

	"No, this time I pay,"  Peggy insisted as she dropped a
twenty on the counter and took hold of Samantha's arm to lead her
to the exit.

	"I'm not drunk you know,"  Samantha said as she headed for
the door under her own volition.

	"I didn't think you were,"  Peggy replied.  "I just thought it
was a good idea to stop before one or both of us was."

	That, Samantha agreed, was a good idea.

	As they took the elevator up to their ninth floor room,
Samantha waited until they were the only ones left in the car, then
asked Peggy a question of her own.

	"Did you really jump on that desk clerk and help me out
because I was a lady in distress,"  she asked,  "or was it that I was
someone you wanted to get in the sack?"

	Two more floors passed by before Peggy answered.

	"I really did want to help you,"  she said,  "but I'll be honest
enough to say the other possibility flashed through my mind once
or twice."

	"Just wanted to know,"  Samantha said noncommittally as
the doors opened on their floor and she stepped out into the hall,
leaving Peggy to quickly catch up.

	Using the key that Peggy had given her before, Samantha
opened the door to the room and turned on the lights as they
entered inside.  She tossed her bag on a chair and sat down on the
closest bed, letting out a sigh as if getting off her feet had
suddenly made her realize how tired she was.

	"Oh, I just remembered, there was one more question I
wanted to ask you,"  she said as she watched Peggy close and lock
the door behind her.

	"Ask away,"  Peggy said as she turned around and dropped
her own bag on the small desk.

	"What the fuck are we still doing with our clothes on?"  the
twenty-five year old unexpectedly asked.

	"Excuse me?"  a surprised Peggy asked.

	"Look, let me be totally honest here,"  Samantha said,
causing Peggy to wonder what she called what she had been down in
the bar.  "I came on this little jaunt to celebrate my divorce now
being final and to get away from everything else in my life for a
few days.  I planned to party a little, lose some money I probably
couldn't afford to lose, and maybe, meet some guy that was totally
wrong for me and wind up fucking his brains out.  But now, after
spending the last few hours getting to know you,  I think I'd
rather spend this weekend with you..."

	"... and fuck my brains out?"  Peggy said as she cut her off,
not believing she had actually just asked that question out loud.

	"It wouldn't be the worst way to spend the evening I bet,"
Samantha grinned.

	"I have to be getting old,"  Peggy thought as she considered
the situation.  "What happened to the days when I wouldn't even
have to consider if this was something that I should do?"

	"What do you say lover?"  Samantha asked as she rose off
the bed.  "Is it going to be me and you, or should I head back to
the bar and see if I can find Mr. Wrong.  Hey, you said that Mike
guy was supposed to be really something in the sack.  Do you think
he might be up for a late night encore?"

	Peggy was sure Samantha was just kidding about Mike, but
not certain about the part about going back to the bar.  She did
know that just the possibility that she was serious filled her with
an unhappy feeling.  One that told her that she didn't want the
blonde haired woman to go.

	"I'm probably going to regret this in the morning,"  Peggy
said in way of an acknowledgment.

	"Then I'll just have to make sure that you don't,"  Samantha
grinned as she stepped forward and threw her arms around Peggy,
pulling them together.

				-=-=-=-

	Their lips met, and Peggy quickly felt herself falling deep
into a whirlpool of longing.  She closed her eyes, taken aback for a
moment by the strength of the woman who had just taken her in
her arms.  Not her physical strength, although there was a hint of
that, but of the power of her desire, which was clearly, and quickly
evident.

	Samantha pushed her probing tongue deep within Peggy's
mouth, massaging the tip of its counterpart as it reached out to
greet it.  Peggy returned Samantha's kiss with equal fervor.  Their
tongues danced erotically, spreading a warmth that soon filled
every part of their bodies.  A second kiss followed, then a third,
until it was impossible to tell when one ended and another began.

	Peggy smiled and her mouth opened wide to take in
Samantha's tongue once more.  As they kissed, Samantha's hands
cupped the taller woman's large breasts, rubbing her thumbs
against the hard nipples that instantly came to life at her touch,
despite the twin layers of cloth that covered them.  Peggy moaned
in soft delight, even as their mutual explorations grew with
abandon.

	Peggy sought out Samantha's mounds as well, hindered only
by a single layer of clothing.  With smaller, but no less rounded
breasts, the blonde haired woman hadn't bothered putting a bra
back on when she had changed clothes before dinner.  It was an
omission that thrilled Peggy to no end.

	An excitement that prompted her to seize the initiative,
sliding her hands down across Samantha's stomach, to take hold of
the bottom of her sleeveless blouse.  The younger woman was quick
to catch on and lifted her arms high to make Peggy's task easier.
With one quick motion, she pulled the shirt up and off Samantha,
letting it fall free from her fingers as soon as it was clear.

	Even before the shirt left her hand, Peggy's deep green
eyes dropped to the twin treasures she had just unveiled, her
focus quickly coming to rest on the small, quarter sized areola that
capped each one.  Never one to under appreciate a smaller bust
than her own, Peggy easily covered both of them with outstretched
palms,  then pressed the center fingers of each hand against the
dark pink circles, squeezing the tiny nipples between them.

	Samantha responded with a gratifying purr.  A sign of
delight that grew in volume as Peggy squeezed the soft flesh in her
hands, even as her mouth again sought out Samantha's, to once
more share in the arousal of her kiss.

	Not totally willing to let Peggy control what was happening,
and fueled by an agenda of her own, Samantha moved her hands
around Peggy's waist.  Her fingers closed on the clasp holding the
cream colored skirt and worked it free, followed right after by the
zipper beneath it.

	Freed from all restraints, the skirt fell free, falling about
Peggy's ankles.  Not even pausing in her explorations of
Samantha's tiny breasts, Peggy stepped out of the skirt and
pushed it to the side.  No sooner had it been discarded, Samantha
brought her hands back up along the older woman's legs, across
the pink panties that covered the plump cheeks of her ass, and
then inside the narrow elastic waistband of that undergarment.
 From there they again came to rest against the rounded flesh of
Peggy's ass, this time with not even that flimsy material to bar her
way.

	"Mmmmm,"  Peggy moaned as she felt Samantha's fingers
press hard against her ass, massaging the flesh with the same
eagerness that the brunette was applying to the equally inviting
globes in her own hands.

	By accident or instinct, Samantha had quickly located one of
Peggy's most sensitive spots.  A find confirmed by the response of
the older woman's body.  Acting on that cue, the blonde pulled
Peggy's cheeks apart and probed the even more susceptible area
between with her fingers.

	"God yes,"  Peggy gasped as tiny electric sparks raced from
between her legs, carrying the touch of Samantha's fingers across
her body with lightning speed.

	A touch that grew in intensity as Samantha worked her
right hand across Peggy's hip, to caress the dark haired pussy
from the front as well.  A smile filled the blonde's face as she felt
the dampness of the bushy mound against her fingers.  A wetness
she had caused.

	Samantha's bright blue eyes grew with expectation as she
probed the warm opening, working her way past the tight folds.
She pushed a single finger in slowly, pausing ever so slightly to
listen to Peggy's quiet sigh of delight.  Then, just a little faster,
she stroked the walls around her finger.  After a long, breathless
minute, she added a second finger and began to stroke Peggy's
pussy even harder.  A move that brought an instant rise in the
volume and frequency of her moans.

	Samantha's thumb found the hard tip of Peggy's clitoris,
and began to work a similar magic on that as well.  She could feel
the results of her motions in the body pressed tight against her
own.  A body already quivering with the tremors of an urgent need.
A gentle quaking that was accompanied by an ever changing  mix of
sounds that spilled from Peggy's lips.

	Sounds that couldn't form words, but the meaning of which
were crystal clear, echoed through the room.  Too long without
such comforts as she now enjoyed, it hadn't taken much to remind
Peggy's body what she had been missing.

	The skill with which Samantha worked her way into Peggy's
sexual core brought with it a sudden realization.  An awareness
that she had judged the younger woman which a preconception
that had been oh so wrong.

	A large part of her, despite the intimacies Samantha had
alluded to after dinner,  still saw the twenty-five year old as that
scared teenager in the bathroom of Flight 109.  Locked in time as
an inexperienced girl, unsure of herself and needing to be treated
with pronounced care.  It was an image she had carried for almost
five years.

	That view was forever shattered in one searing moment as
Peggy felt the young woman play a concerto with her excited
clitoris.  A concert so deft as to demonstrate a well practiced
hand.  It was not the equal of some of the lovers the brunette had
shared her bed with over the years, but it was hardly that of the
neophyte she had imagined Samantha to be.

	Samantha banished that appraisal forever as she slipped out
of Peggy's arms and dropped down on bended knees.  She slowly
pulled down the brunette's pink panties, taking her time to
appreciate the beauty of the dew-covered mound.  Then she
reached out with both hands and parted the folds like the petals
of a rare flower.

	Her action revealed a beauty she appreciated even more as
she pressed her head forward and brought her mouth and tongue
to that blossom  that her fingers had just vacated.  The gentle,
moist touch of both was enough to cause Peggy to tremble even
more, as the strength faded from her legs in one quick rush.  She
leaned back against the small table behind her for support, even as
she reached down and placed her hands on Samantha's shoulders.
A burden the topless woman freely accepted, encouraged in fact,
as she intended to fill the woman before her with an even more
draining euphoria.

	In a short time more, Samantha had Peggy moaning like the
teenage girl the latter had mistakenly imagined her to still be as
the blonde woman's tongue slid back and forth, teasing her clit for
a moment, then drawing circles across the equally sensitive flash
around it.  Then she would reverse direction and work her way back
again.

	Samantha inhaled deeply, taking in the fullness of Peggy's
warm and musky scent, even as she licked and explored more of her
most intimate places.  She could feel the brunette's body quaking
against her, held in place only by the support of her new lover's
form pressed against her.  Uncontrollable waves of ecstasy washed
over Peggy with resounding force, growing more intense with each
repetition.

	Peggy found herself in a place she hadn't been in far longer
than she liked to admit.  A bliss of which, now that she had been so
wonderfully reminded of, was one she didn't want to give up.  But
she knew all too well that it was a joy that came with a cost.  An
ephemeral quality that made it all the more precious.  The only
consolation to its passing was that it always saved the best for
last.

	"AAAAAHHHHH!"  Peggy cried out, her yell echoing off the
walls of the hotel room as her body became, if only for a handful
of heartbeats, the stuff of heaven indeed.

	Slowly, as the waves of passion faded, Peggy managed to
stand again on her own and staggered over to the closest bed,
dropping down on the edge of it.  As she caught her breath, she
thought back for a few seconds to Barbara's recounting of her
encounter with Samantha back on the plane.  Time restraints had
prevented her from having the then much younger woman take a
turn between her own legs.  If she had, and Samantha had
exhibited half the skill she just had, Peggy was sure it wouldn't
have been her that Barbara would've been spending that weekend
with.

	"It's a pity that we didn't keep in touch after that,"  Peggy
mused as she consigned the memory back to where it belonged.
"I'd love to send her a little note, telling her that her little girl
had certainly grown up."

	"Still think that you're going to regret this in the morning?"
Samantha asked as a satisfied look, not unlike that of the cat that
ate the canary, filled her face.

	"Only if I'm foolish enough to let you out of here before
then,"  Peggy grinned, her own visage filling with anticipation of
what was to come.

	A expression that caused Samantha's heart to race even
faster as she closed the few steps between them and joined Peggy
on the bed.

				-=-=-=-

	Their lips again met, as Peggy captured Samantha's mouth
with her own, the taste of her own orgasm fresh on the younger
woman's tongue.  As they continued to caress the other's mouths,
Samantha's hand moved down to the buttons of Peggy's blouse,
expertly undoing them in quick fashion.

	"I guess you have done this before,"  Peggy laughed softly
in-between kisses.

	Samantha replied with a small smile, as she pushed the now
open shirt back over the brunette's shoulders and down her arms.
Large, heavy breasts, twice the size of her own strained against a
matching pink bra.  The erect nipples outlined clearly against the
tight material.

	As soon as her blouse fell from her arms, Peggy reached
back and undid the clasp that held  her bra in place.  Released from
the tension that held it against her body, the undergarment fell
forward into Samantha's waiting hands.

	"Oh my,"  Samantha said in appreciation as she took in the
full size and shape of the older woman's mounds.

	"They're too fat,"  Peggy noted self-consciously as she
compared herself with the thinner woman, thinking the
depreciating comment applied to her whole body.

	"No, they're beautiful,"  Samantha quickly objected.  "You
are beautiful."  she added as she leaned forward and kissed Peggy
again.

	Samantha kissed Peggy on the mouth one more time, then
began to work her way down.  She ran her lips across the
brunette's neck, as her hands cupped the large globes she had just
so admired.  They felt so warm in her hands, so large and different
from her own.

	Soft kisses reached the deep valley between Peggy's
mounds, leaving a trail of wetness and quiet moans.  Tilting her
head to the right, Samantha kissed, then licked the thick nipple
that jutted out from the wide dark areola.  Then she took the hard
nub into her mouth, sucking it hard while her fingers played with
the surrounding flesh.

	"Oh yes!!!"  Peggy cried out in encouragement.

	An encouragement Samantha hardly needed as she continued
to suck on her breast for a few moments more, then transferred
her attention to the equally large mound to her left.  One that was
just as sensitive and receptive to her touch.

	Her experience with other women might've been quite
limited, at least when compared with Peggy's, but it was enough
that she knew what turned her on.  In the end, it had been one of
the few things she shared with her now ex-husband.  They both
loved women with big boobs, as he liked to call them.

	Samantha continued to move back and forth between the
two mammary delights, licking and sucking on the now enlarged
nipples, alternating between soft kisses and small, hard bites.  Her
teeth and tongue became extensions of her will, spreading the lust
that was slowly reaching a boil within her.

	As much as Peggy was enjoying the attention, she was hardly
willing to just lay back and not participate.  Moving ever so slightly,
as not to break Samantha's delightful contact with her mounds,
the dark haired woman reached down and rubbed one outstretched
palm between Samantha's legs, even as the other worked loose the
skirt around them, letting it fall free once the full length zipper
had become undone.

	As she expected, the small patch of material that still
covered the blonde's pubic mound was thoroughly soaked with her
excitement.  The confirmation of her expectation sent a new rush
of excitement through her.

	Almost as much as the one that accompanied the realization
that Samantha's panties had no elastic band, but were instead held
on by two small knots at each end of her waist, much like the
bottom of a bikini.  Peggy wasn't sure if they were the latest style,
she really didn't keep up with such things, but they sure made for
easy removal.  Especially when you only had one hand to work with
and you didn't want your partner to move off you.  Samantha's
choice of those particular panties to wear seem to confirm her
earlier statement that one way or another, she planned to get laid
tonight.

	As the panties came apart in Peggy's hand, she saw that
Samantha was almost bare beneath them.  Only a light layer of
peach fuzz remained, on which glistened shiny droplets of nectar.
It proved more than Peggy could resist and she gently lifted
Samantha's head from her breast and twisted their bodies on the
bed so that the younger woman was now on all fours and she was
situated behind her.

	Parting the cheeks of Samantha's ass, Peggy pressed two
fingers deep within her saturated womanhood.  Such was her level
of arousal that they slipped inside without resistance, but not
without a cry of delight from the young blonde.  Peggy quickly
worked her fingers back and forth. covering them with the nectar
of Samantha's  stimulation, and sending a pulsing wave of pleasure
across her prone form.

	"Oh baby,"  Samantha called back over her shoulder as she
tilted her head and smiled in approval of her lover's touch,  "that
feels so very nice."

	"Then this should feel even better,"  Peggy grinned as she
bent even closer and kissed first the blonde's right cheek, then
her left, then back to the right as she worked her way closer and
closer to the prize between them.

	"Oh God yes!"  Samantha cried out even louder as Peggy's
tongue found its mark, coming to rest on the most excited part of
the smaller woman's body.

	Samantha's moans grew more vibrant as she felt Peggy's
tongue darting in and out of her, lapping at her sex with unbridled
fury.  It had been months since anyone had touched her there, and
that hadn't produced anything like what she was feeling now.

	Peggy had started slowly, but then quickly moved to a much
quicker pace, not even giving Samantha time to take it all in.  The
ripples of joy that spread out from between her legs began to
blend together, until they seemed to be just a constant state of
ecstasy.

	Samantha's body now responded to her every touch, rising
and falling with her every thrust and withdrawal. All the while, the
fires within continued to burn and grow, racing to an explosive
eruption.  A release that Samantha didn't want to enjoy too soon
as she never before realized just how the simple phrase, getting
there was half the fun, could be.

	A new realization had also come to Peggy as she savored the
sweetness that her ministrations had already brought forth.  In all
of her encounters with other women, and there had been more
than she cared to try and count in the years since she and Judy
Kline had first played doctor back in junior high school, she had
never before been with anyone who had also been with another of
her lovers.  That she was bringing the same woman to orgasm that
Barbara had also once enjoyed, gave her an unexpected sense of
added excitement.

	Peggy paused in her efforts, lifting both her and Samantha
into a kneeling embrace.  They kissed once more, then she worked
her way down to the blonde's small breasts.  The tiny pink circles
easily fit into Peggy's mouth and her tongue played with them like
a little girl with a piece of candy.  A candy that started out soft
but quickly grew hard, as did the love bites she lavished on them.

	Not to ignore the pearl of pleasure between Samantha's
legs, Peggy kept it simmering with the dexterous workings of a
free hand.  Things began to move at an even faster pace.

	Samantha  lifted herself off the bed and up against the
headboard, inviting Peggy to once more replace her hand with a
much more pleasing appendage.  The brunette was more than happy
to take up that offer as she spread Samantha's legs and moved
right in.  Bracing her back against the wall, Samantha afforded her
even greater access by bringing up her left leg to rest on the top
of the headboard.

	Peggy's tongue was a blur of motion, stimulating and drawing
pleasure from deep within Samantha.  Every flick of her tongue,
every gentle caress, made the raging fires burn even hotter.

	Again they shifted positions, this time with Peggy down on
her back and Samantha over her, her bent legs on each side of the
brunette's head.  Peggy reached up and used her hands to again
open wide the gates of heaven.  Riding the crest of the older
woman's tongue, Samantha reached down and played with first her
own breasts, then the much larger versions below her.

	Leaning even further forward, she slid her hand between
Peggy's legs, stroking the brown haired mound within.  A mound
just as saturated and excited as her own.  She rubbed it in a
frenzied motion, working her fingers as deep within as she had
done before.

	Peggy now had her arms wrapped around Samantha's legs,
her face pressed tight against her open sex, her tongue reaching
far within.  The waves of passion crashing across the woman above
her were reflected in her own body as she could feel the pressure
within crying for release.

	A release that Samantha wanted to once again share.  She
dropped her body forward, held in place by the grip of the woman
beneath.  Her mouth replaced her hand, and in less time than she
thought possible, she was again enjoying the honeyed ambrosia she
had tasted earlier.

	Despite her relative inexperience, at least when compared to
Peggy, her skill at cunnilingus proved more than equal to the task.
It was helped of course by Peggy's own already heightened state,
and her slowing down her own efforts just enough to let Samantha
catch up.

	Back and forth they rocked, their bodies quaking and
covering with the sweat of their lovemaking.  Locked in an erotic
rhythm, they moved as one,  licking each other hard and deep, each
of their bodies pressing tightly against the other.  It had become a
contest to see who could bring the most pleasure to the other, and
which of them could hold out the longest.

	A competition that had no loser as one, then the other
climaxed with such force that it was later be impossible for either
of them to remember who had been first.  The heights they had
reached brought them crashing down in a span of heartbeats.  A
free fall that was, for the brief moments it lasted,  a journey
through the gardens of nirvana.

				-=-=-=-

	Their bodies remained locked together till the dawn.
Neither one of them ever made it to the casinos, or enjoyed any of
the other enjoyments Vegas had to offer.  Nevertheless, both
considered it the best vacation either of them had ever had.

	The best part of which was, unlike most of Peggy's
encounters, this one didn't end with a kiss goodbye and separate
cabs to the airport.  Using her position with the airline, the
vice-president of in-flight operations secured them two first class
tickets for the trip back to Los Angeles on the midnight flight.

	On the way, she told Samantha about a position with the
airline that she was sure the younger woman was more than
qualified for.  That was if she was really looking for something
more interesting than medical supplies.  She would have to get the
job on her own, she added, but a good word from her might make
all the difference.

	Samantha thanked her, saying that she would give it some
thought, then went back to the book she had been reading.  The
seeming disinterest made Peggy's spirits drop.  Perhaps, she
though to herself, it had been too much to hope for that this
weekend might lead to something more.

	"People do act differently when they're on vacation,"  she
reminded herself as she glanced out the window at the star filled
sky.  "I guess reality has already began to sink in."

	It was a sadness that still hung over her ten minutes later,
when Samantha got up from her seat.  She looked about the mostly
empty cabin for a second, taking note of how many of their fellow
passengers were taking advantage of the late hour to catch up on
the sleep they didn't get in the twenty-four hour city.

	"I have to use the ladies room,"  she said in a casual,
nondescript tone.

	Peggy merely shrugged in acknowledgment, not even
bothering to look up from the report she had taken from her
briefcase and begun to read.  She didn't even notice that, for a
few seconds after that, Samantha hadn't even moved.

	"I might be in there a while,"  the young blonde leaned over
and whispered.  "I'm feeling a little nervous."

	"What?"  Peggy said a few seconds later as she looked up,
only to see that Samantha had already walked the six rows
between them and the first class facilities.

	Now that she was sure that Peggy's eyes were upon her,
Samantha paused after opening the door to one of the two rest
rooms.  The twenty-five had the most mischievous grin the older
woman had ever seen on her face.  A look that was both impish and
inviting.  Then the door closed behind her, but after a few seconds
more, Peggy also noted that the small in use sign on top never went
from green to red.

	Dropping her report back in her case, Peggy rose from her
seat and started down the aisle after her.  Perhaps, she thought as
her heart fluttered with a renewed excitement, the vacation
wasn't over after all.

END

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