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The following is a work of fiction.  It should not be taken as a guide to
behavior in the real world.  The people, places and events exist only in
the mind of the Author.  This is a work of pornographic fiction, it should
not be read by those who are under the legal age to do so in the
jurisdiction where you live.  It may, or may not, contain matter illegal to
read where you live.  Please know and obey the laws of your own country. 
The Author cannot be responsible for the laws of every country connected to
the internet.  Neither the Author nor society condone some of the actions
which may be presented within.

   Please, enjoy the story.

   Story Codes: Mf rom

   - "Oh God, who dost command Man to cleave to Woman,
   bless those who stand before this lens with
   unquenchable love.  Amen."

   ========================={ Mountain Music }==========================

   { A Lens of Eros story }



   Jack polished his lens one more time while looking over the scene around
him.  It was great spending a long weekend at an Alternative Processes
photography workshop.  It was even better that it cost him nothing, he was
here as a presenter.  It didn't pay anything, but his task was light, just
give two lectures on how he made modern tintypes.  Best of all, the
workshop was being held in the Great Smoky mountains.

   Jack's lens was a real antique, dating to the dawn of photography.  He'd
bought it on e-bay for relatively little.  Most photographers couldn't use
a lens without a shutter.  His process was so slow he could.  He'd mounted
it on another, newer, antique.  The Burke and James five by seven was a cut
rate camera when new, but it worked for his purpose.  The purists in the
crowd looked down on it, but most people here thrived on breaking the rules
of photography and art.

   "Mr.  West?" Jack looked to the speaker.  She was a teenaged girl
somewhere between thirteen and fifteen.  "I was wondering if you'd be
willing to do a shared project with me?  I've seen your work and it's so
good.  Daddy really respects you too.  I'd like to try out your tintypes,
but I don't have a plate holder for it.  Could we do some together?"

   "Sure, what did you have in mind?" A big part of the fun of workshops
was trying out new things with different people.  Teens were rare at these
events, any encouragement he could give her helped spread the hobby.

   "Uhmmm," she blushed deep red, "I'd like to," she stopped for a moment
with her head down, "I'd like to try a...nude." She looked up, "Please
don't tell me I can't, it's alright, really.  Everyone else does them.  If
you'll pose for me, and help me with the exposure, I'll pose for you."

   "I don't think the waivers we signed cover nudes by, or of, minors. 
This crowd might not care, the law might."

   "I checked, the law in this state exempts non-exploitive nudes of
minors. It especially exempts artistic nudes with a separate clause."

   "I take it this isn't a spur of the moment decision?"

   "No, I said I like your work.  I did try to get Greta to pose for me or
help find someone else, but she won't.  Everybody else gets to do nudes at
these workshops.  Everybody but me.  I know Daddy will let me."

   "Who is your father?" Jack was curious.  Her father had to be another
photographer.

   "Roger Wylie.  He does nudes all the time.  Please help me."

   Jack felt sorry for the kid.  He remembered being a teenager dragged to
events he was only partially allowed to participate in.  There was no harm
in asking her father.  "Let's ask your dad first."

   They found Roger nearby shooting a rock formation.  He was working in
Van Dykes these days and the rocks were a perfect subject for the brown
tones.

   "Daddy, I want to try doing a nude with Mr.  West.  He says he will, if
you'll let me.  Please?  We won't do anything raunchy, honest.  Just let me
try it this once, ok?"

   Roger chuckled.  "She finally found someone, did she.  Heather's bugged
every photographer who's nudes she admires at the last three workshops
we've attended.  If your really willing, go ahead.  She's been working with
salted paper.  That's perfect for nudes, so get her to do a few of them, as
well as your tintypes.  Good luck collecting on her half of the bargain."

   "See, I told you daddy would let me.  Let's go find a good spot."

   Heather and Jack looked around until they found an interesting jumble of
boulders.  The shapes lent themselves to complimenting a variety of poses.

   "You should get undressed before you show me how to use your camera. 
That way the lines pressed into your skin by clothing have time to
disappear."

   "Been reading up on the subject?" Jack chuckled at her blush.  He could
remember more about being a teenager than just frustration over
restrictions.

   "I've been hanging around artistic photographers and models all my life.
I've learned something about nudes in that time.  Now get undressed."

   Jack started removing his clothes.  He didn't need to explain much about
the large format camera since she already knew how to use one.  Her eyes
grew wider as he removed more clothing.  Soon he was down to nothing.  She
looked away as she asked him questions about the exposure for the light
available.

   "I'll go over to the rocks now," said Jack, "let me know how you want me
to pose."

   She had him curl up into a ball facing the camera first.  She adjusted
the camera until she was satisfied with the image.  She removed the lens
cap counting the seconds off.  "I hope that comes out," she replaced the
cap, "it's really, really good.  Maybe Dad will let me put it up at the
next club exhibition."

   Jack was surprised to hope, for her sake, that it came out.  In fact,
Jack was really feeling attached to this girl, he wanted the best for her.

   The lens, which the original owner had had blessed to grant subjects
posing in front of it unquenchable love, had done its work.

   She next posed him half hanging from one rock, head down, supporting
himself on another.  The pose felt ridiculous.  His butt was in the air as
were his feet.  His thighs and palms took all his weight.  "Touch the feet
together.  Make an arch of them." He couldn't see what she was doing. 
After a while she said, "I'm done.  That was great!" Jack was happy to get
up, that pose hurt.

   She didn't ask him to pose again, so he walked to the camera.  "Are you
ready to try a pose?" he asked.

   "I guess so.  I, uhmm, I have to undress first.  Could you set up my
camera while I do?  We can shoot some negatives and print them.  Please? 
Daddy's right about salted paper having just the right tones for nudes."

   Jack set up her camera.  Out of the corner of his eye he caught glimpses
of her undressing.  It was a struggle not to watch, but he didn't want to
embarrass her.  He did, very much, want to see her.

   "Heather, I can operate both cameras if you're willing to hold your pose
long enough to adjust them.  Would you like that?" Jack hoped she'd agree.
It would give him an excuse for a longer look at her.

   Heather agreed.  She was undressed now.  She was clearly nervous
standing in front of him.  He asked her to go to the rocks.  The sight of
her little butt wiggling as she did so was exciting.  He had to make an
effort to think of something else to keep from getting hard.

   He had her drape herself over a lower rock.  The shapes formed by her
body blended with the rocks perfectly.  "Beautiful.  You're going to like
this," he said.  He adjusted both cameras.  It took several minutes.  With
his head under the cloth he watched her without being obvious.  She knew he
was looking of course, but his eyes weren't visible.  He stood and removed
the lens cap.  A second later he tripped the shutter on her camera.  He
replaced the cap on his.  "Done, you can relax now."

   Again the lens bestowed its blessing.

   He had her pose seated.  Her butt was on one rock, she reclined against
another.  Her perky little tits faced the cameras.  In fact the nipples
looked to be extended.  "Could that be true?" he thought.  Her ankles were
crossed.  This time she was looking right at him.  He adjusted the cameras.
Her eyes tracked every move he made.  He removed his cap, then tripped her
shutter.  When the required time had passed, he replaced the cap.  "I'd say
we're done."

   "Not yet, I want to take one of you with my camera," Heather replied. 
"Switch places with me."

   Jack watched Heather as they walked.  He felt a warm place in his heart
for the imp.  He also felt a hot one in his groin.  It was time to find
something else to think about again.

   She had him lie on his back, draped over the same rock she been on.  It
took her longer to adjust the cameras than it did him.  Finally she was
done.

   Jack walked to Heather and extended his hand.  "That was a fine session.
Want to meet after supper to develop the shots?  I have my own dark-tent."

   "Daddy brought one too.  Lets use yours." A smile lit her face.  A
moment later she realized they were both still naked.  She tried looking
down, then realized where that took her eyes.  "We should dress now," she
said, looking away.

   Dressed, the two of them walked back toward camp.  Each found subjects
to shoot along the way.  They arrived just in time for the supper chores.
Word of their activities must have gotten around.  Jack had several
inquiries about how the session went.  There were also a few sly looks.

   Jack set up his dark-tent.  Heather and her father walked up before he
finished.  They were lugging her film holders.  The tent was small, meant
for one person, and held more trays than normal in order to develop the two
different formats.  Jack and Heather crawled in.  They practiced reaching
for the correct trays with a lamp on for several minutes.  The crowded tent
meant they brushed against one another with every movement.  Jack felt
rising arousal with each touch.  Then came working in the dark.  Contact
increased, they couldn't avoid it without eyes to see.  Jack felt guilty
about being aroused by this young woman, but he could not stop himself. 
Forty minutes later everything was developed.

   "Nice," said Roger, looking over the tintypes.  He looked over the film.
"Those ought to print well too.  Have you got nudes out of your system
yet?" he asked his daughter.

   She blushed.  "I kind of liked doing them.  Why shouldn't I do more?"

   "I'm sorry she's being such a pest," Roger said to Jack.  "Youngsters do
push at the limits.  Drives us parents crazy.  They have to grow up, but
they could be less annoying about it."

   "She's been no problem.  I'd like to see the prints when they're done."

   The pair helped Jack clean up and went back to their tent.

   Jack spent a restless night.  Part was spent mulling over thoughts of
Heather and his reaction to her.  He was sure he was in love with her.  He
knew he was aroused by her.  There was no future in either.  The other part
was spent sleeping, with dreams of her screwing him shamelessly.  Jack woke
feeling guilty.



   Late in the morning Jack ran into Roger.  "You must have made an
impression on my daughter.  I think she spent half the night masturbating."
Roger chuckled.  "She's had crushes before, she'll get over this one before
you know it.  Don't do anything to hurt her feelings.  That makes things
worse.  I don't want to deal with tantrums and sulking."

   After lunch Heather found Jack and told him the prints were made.  They
sat down to look them over.  As she showed the first Heather scooted closer
to Jack.  With the second they were shoulder to shoulder.  She leaned
against his chest as she showed him the rest.  Jack, mindful of Roger's
request, made no move to break or increase contact.  They sat like that for
several minutes, talking about the photographs.

   Suddenly Heather said, "Jack, I love you." She scooted into his lap. 
She looked into his eyes, "Do you love me?  Will you kiss me?"

   "Yes and yes." Jack drew her into a kiss.  His arms clutched her tight.
He did not want to let go, ever.  Heather returned his kiss firmly.

   She pulled back and said, "I'm scared.  I don't know what to do with
love.  I've imagined love, but that was with men I can't ever touch.  I've
thought I might love a few boys, but that was always for a short time.  I
got over each of them fast.  This is stronger, I don't want to get over
it."

   "It won't work.  We'll go home tomorrow and you'll forget me in a week.
We should just stop now."

   She sprang up and ran away crying.  Jack felt an anchor sink into his
belly.  He hated himself at the moment.  It was for the best in the long
run though.

   Heather did not appear for supper.  Her father sat down next to Jack. 
"What did you say to get Heather so upset?  She won't talk to me."

   Jack dithered about what to say.  He settled on the truth, describing
the meeting in the woods.  "The problem is I do love her.  I know it's not
appropriate and I hope I get over my love for her.  Nothing good can come
from trying to make it work."

   "You did the right thing, but you're mistaken to think this will be the
end of it.  Unless she does find a boy and lose interest in you, she'll
make both our lives miserable for a while.  I could almost say you should
try to make up with her.  I've always been a supporter of the idea that the
age of consent be lowered.  Now that I have an adolescent daughter I say
the same thing with 'but not yet' mentally tacked on.  Please don't make
things any worse." Roger stood and left.

   The next afternoon the workshop ended and everyone went home.

   From: jackwest@cincinet.net

   To: heather114@bluefielddigital.com

   Subj: Re: Lexington Camera Show

   > If you can be at the Lexington show Dad says we
   > can meet for supper and talk : ).  Please be there,
   > it's only an couple hours away for you.

   > xoxoxo

   > Heather

   I'll be there, I'm selling and signing prints as a
   fundraiser for my camera club.  I look forward to
   dinner with you and your father.

   -

   Jack West

   In the country of the blind,
   the one-eyed man is king.

   Jack went to the hotel restaurant.  It had been a busy day for him. 
Lucky for him, and his club, Large Camera Magazine had printed an interview
they'd done with him in the current edition.  He was a temporary celebrity
and sales were brisk.  Roger already had a table.  Jack joined them.

   The three of them talked of the things they'd seen and done at the show.
Then Roger excused himself to talk to friends at another table.

   Jack and Heather sat quietly for a few minutes, neither willing to start
the conversation.  Finally Heather said, "Did you know that in some states,
including the one you live in, we can marry with parental consent?  How
come we can marry, but we can't have sex even if Dad gave his consent? 
It's not fair!"

   "That's the way the laws are.  They've been made at different times,
without being adjusted to one another.  It's much too soon to be talking of
marriage, or sex, we've only started getting to know one another."

   "I love you, this isn't just another crush.  It's been more than two
months since the workshop and I still love you.  Dad's always been liberal
as far as sex is concerned.  I'll bet if I slipped over to your room
tonight he wouldn't raise a fuss.  He'd be mad at us, but only for a little
while.  Would you like that?"

   "I love you too.  I don't want you in trouble.  I don't want me in
trouble, and I don't want your father mad at me.  If we could be together,
without trouble, I'd like nothing better."

   Conversation faltered at that point.  Roger returned to the table and
the food arrived.  "What have you two been up to while I was gone?"

   Daddy, why can't I have Jack for a boyfriend?  I can date the boys at
school.  How is this different?"

   "Honey, young girls have been taken advantage of forever.  A century ago
you could have dated, though not without stirring up disapproval.  Now laws
have been passed to prevent that.  I wish girls could be protected without
those harsh laws, but nobody's found a good way to do so.  As for tonight,
the two you may take a walk if you'd like.  I plan on being at the bar with
friends."

   Jack and Heather left the hotel together.  They passed through a park
into a renovated shopping district.  They peered through the windows of the
closed shops.  They walked along hip to hip with an arm around each other.
They talked of their everyday lives.  Jack never wanted this walk to end.
The hour grew later, the fall night colder.  The people sharing the street
with them did not look safe to be around.  Jack and Heather went back to
the hotel.  A quick look in the Wylie's room showed that Roger was still in
the bar.

   "Let's go to your room.  Daddy will look for me there." Heather led the
way towing Jack.

   Once in Jack's room Heather hugged Jack and presented her mouth for a
kiss.  "My friends who've tried it say sucking dick isn't bad, and having
your pussy eaten is heaven itself.  Can we try that?  I can't get pregnant
that way and Daddy won't have to know we did anything."

   Jack didn't know how to reply.  Part of him wanted to have sex with her.
Part wanted to be responsible.  Heather reaching for his zipper decided the
question for him.  He waited until she had his pants open, then removed her
top.  Bits of clothing came off until none were left.

   Naked, they embraced twining arms and legs together.  Jack kissed his
way down her body to her lightly thatched mound.  Her look of surprise at
the first contact of his tongue was priceless.  He kept lapping.  Heather
squirmed and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer.  Jack's hands were not
idle.  They roamed her body touching everything he could reach.  He dug his
tongue into the folds of her pussy causing her to cry out.  He lapped from
the bottom of her slit to the top of her pussy time and time again.  She
whispered encouragement to him.  He ran his tongue over her clit causing
her to jump.  Round and round that sensitive spot swirled his tongue.  A
finger took the place of his tongue running over the rest of her pussy. 
Suddenly she bucked and cried out.  Jack kept his tongue busy as Heather
came.  Finally she collapsed.  Jack kissed his way to her face.

   "Was that what you had in mind?" he asked.

   "I've never felt anything like that in my life!  You have earned a
bl-bl-blow job at least." She blushed as she tried to say the last part.

   Heather did not try to speak as she bent down to Jack's cock.  Her first
lick was quick and light.  She tried another, this time making real
contact. She wrapped her hand around it pulling it off his abdomen and
enclosed it in her lips.  Jack coached her.  Soon she appeared to be
enjoying her task.  Jack was certainly enjoying the results of her
attention.  "I'm going to come!  Pull it out.  It's gonna squirt!" Heather
kept him in her mouth.  Jack came, flooding Heather's mouth.  When he'd
regained enough control to speak, he asked if she was alright.

   "That was different than I expected.  It was kind of fun, just like some
of the girls said it might be.  You taste a little odd, but I might get
used to it."

   Just then there was a knock at the door.  "Jack, is Heather in there? 
She's not in our room."

   Both of them scrambled to don clothing.  "She's here," said Jack.  "Give
me a minute to get to the door."

   They dressed as fast as possible.  It did no good.  Roger took one step
in, sniffed, and said, "Damn!  Can't I trust either of you?  Come with me
Heather, this is the last time I let you out of my sight."

   "Daddy, it's not what you think.  We didn't f-fu-fu...  We didn't!  I'm
not going to get pregnant.  I guess I'm still a virgin, sort of."

   "Girl, if you think any of that matters now you're nuts.  I trusted you.
I gave you the chance to spend a little time together, even though all the
rules say I shouldn't.  You proved you can't be trusted.  As for you Jack,
be thankful I won't call the cops.  That is the last you see of my
daughter. I trusted you more than her.  You know the law.  You know why the
rules exist.  You're not a fucking horny teenager, you know better."

   "Dad, if you think all the girls who visit the house are virgins it's
you who are too naive.  Some are, some aren't.  The only thing that's kept
me virgin, so far, is I didn't want a boy.  I wanted more.  In Jack I've
found what I want."

   "You don't have to worry about that anymore.  Your grounded until I
think you really can be trusted!  We'll talk about the rest in private. 
Let's go." Roger dragged his daughter from the room.

   From: Heather < prisoner2378@freemail.com >

   To: jackwest@cincinet.net

   Subj: Daddy's cold cold heart

   I hope this finds you well.  I bet your panting after
   my hot bod.  I bet you wish we could slip off to some
   warm, pretty, paradise.  I'd love to do that with you
   Jack.  I'd love to do anything with you.  Right now
   I'd love to do anything with anybody.  When Dad said
   grounded, he meant it :( I haven't been out of the
   house for anything but school and he drives me there
   and picks me up.  I'm not allowed to use the Internet.
   Lucky me, the librarians at school don't know that :)
   I think Daddy's heart is starting to soften.  He let
   me have a friend over for a few hours last weekend.

   He let me take my camera out to the back yard last
   night.  He even made a compliment about your latest
   post in the Silver Forum.  I think he's over the
   worst of his mad.

   My 14th.  birthday is the first Sat.  after New Years.
   Yippee!  I bet if you make a gesture to apologize
   before then, he'll let you visit for it.  We'd have to
   be good if you do.  Much as I'd like to let you make
   me feel very gooood as a present, we can't do that :(

   If we can rebuild Daddy's trust he might let us see
   each other sometimes.  I'll work on him to allow the
   good stuff, I'm pretty good at getting what I want if
   I try hard enough.

   Please apologize to Daddy.

   xoxoxoxo

   Horny Heather

   It snowed hard on Thanksgiving Day.  The sister Jack was visiting had a
holly tree in her yard.  Jack very carefully made color separation
negatives of a close-up of the snow on the leaves.  Once he was back home
he made a three color gum print using the negatives.  The watercolor
pigments he used gave it the look of being hand painted.  He used that as a
Christmas card for the Wylies.  Inside he enclosed a letter to Roger.  In
it he begged forgiveness.  He declared his continuing love for Heather and
pledged to live by Roger's rules.  He mailed it off the first week of
December.

   From: Heather < prisoner2378@freemail.com >

   To: jackwest@cincinet.net

   Subj: Reprieve

   I think your letter worked!  Daddy told me about it.
   He hasn't agreed to let you visit, yet, but he said
   he'll think about it :) He hasn't ungrounded me, yet,
   but he'll think about it :) I can always get him
   from 'I'll think about it' to yes ;)

   Your's in Hope;

   xoxoxo

   Hopeful ( Horny ) Heather

   Jack received a letter from Roger.  Jack could visit the day after
Christmas.  Jack could be alone with Heather in the living room for a time.
No sex.  No going off alone anywhere.  He would have to find lodging
elsewhere for the night.

   "I think I've just about changed Daddy's mind about letting me spend the
night with you after my birthday party.  You can be there for that.  Keep
your fingers and legs crossed," said Heather.

   The two of them spent some time kissing.  Roger allowed it.  Jack gave
her a ring.  "This is a pledge against the time I can give you a real
engagement ring." Heather was pleased.  You could tell by her kisses.

   From: Heather < prisoner2378@freemail.com >

   To: jackwest@cincinet.net

   Subj: Arrrg!

   Daddy's changed his mind again!  I wish he'd make it
   up.  Yes, then no, then yes again is killing me.  I
   think we ought to just run away for the weekend ;)

   Bet that would go over well with the friends and
   relatives.  Bring your toothbrush and hope the answer
   at the end of the party is yes.

   xoxoxo

   Hot Horny Hopeful Heather

   From: jackwest@cincinet.net

   To: heather114@bluefielddigital.com

   Subj: Re: He's done it again!

   <snip>

   > Can't you just kidnap me?

   No, that sort of story seldom works out well.  You
   might try leaving him in peace for five minutes.

   The decision on whether his daughter may have sex or
   not is one fathers seldom have to make.  It is a week
   until your birthday.  Don't ask him again, don't say
   anything about it.  Just act as if yes is the answer.

   -

   Jack West

   In the country of the blind,
   the one eyed man is king.

   Jack made his own plans.

   The birthday party was an interesting experience for Jack.  The house
was full of teenaged girls.  There was an aunt and uncle with their
children, a teenaged boy and younger girl.  Some of the girls had parents
present.  The grown-ups made their own group, for the most part.  Jack had
a big hug and hello from Heather, but there was little opportunity for
more. Her friends took all of Heather's time.  The talk among the girls,
who didn't seem to realize they were overheard, was all about boys.

   Jack had made his own card again.  It was a bit risque, but not
inappropriate.  He'd used a close-up shot of a gift-wrapped box.  A Teddy
bear leaned against the side.  A hand punched through the top of the box
holding a bra.  The symbolism was not lost on it's viewers, though many an
off-color joke was passed around.

   Finally all the guests left, the family members last of all.  Jack was
left alone with Roger and Heather.  Now Jack got a kiss and hug in.  Then
he helped clean up the mess.

   "Where did you plan to spend the night?" asked Roger.

   "I borrowed a friend's cabin out by Piney Lake," said Jack.  "I stayed
there last night too.  It's all clean and heated."

   "Good, I don't think I could stand to listen in on you two all night. 
Please don't make me regret this.  Treat her well and have her home
tomorrow afternoon, early." Roger went into the kitchen.

   "Shush, don't make a fuss.  Just pack an overnight bag and put on
something warm," said Jack to Heather.

   The cabin was done in a rustic theme.  Jack built a fire in the stone
fireplace.  There was a fur rug before it.  Jack and Heather settled
themselves on the rug.

   "The birthday girl deserves special treatment." Jack kissed her,
enfolding her in his arms.  She opened his shirt as his hands and lips
roamed over her head and neck.  Jack began disrobing her, kissing each part
of her as it was revealed.  When she was wholly nude he settled his mouth
on her pussy.  He strove to make her pleasure last as long as possible.  He
let his lips and tongue roam a bit beyond the strict limits of the pussy
itself on to her thighs and abdomen.  His hands caressed far and wide.  He
watched her reactions to the stimulation, gaging when to increase or
decrease it.  He kept her on edge until she thrust her pussy against his
mouth and begged for release.  He carefully worked a finger into her and
thrust it in and out, while circling her clit with his tongue.  She went
over the edge explosively, crying out and writhing.

   "That was almost too much.  I didn't know I could feel that way," said
Heather.  "How soon can we go all the way?  I don't want to be a virgin
anymore."

   "We can do that anytime you are ready, but we have all night.  There's
time to make our pleasure last."

   "Let's do it now.  I can't wait any longer."

   Jack kissed the sweat from her chest while working his finger around. 
He posed himself above her.  The finger had done it's job well, he entered
her without difficulty.  "Push with me, keep the pace to what feels good to
you." He applied a steady pressure, letting her push control the depth of
his thrust.  Soon he was buried to the hilt.  He began rocking in and out,
she took the cue and matched him.  They gazed into one another's eyes as
they stroked.

   "This is much better than I imagined!  I never want to stop," Heather
said.  "My friends said it could feel good or hurt the first time.  I love
you so much."

   Jack bent down and fastened his lips on hers.  He stroked a tit with one
hand.  He kept pumping into her.  Heather cried out again and again.  She
came long before Jack was ready, he kept pumping.  She came again only a
few strokes after she finished the first one.  Finally Jack could hold back
no longer.  He felt his semen boil out of his balls time and time again. 
Even wrapped up in his own orgasm he thought he felt her come again too.

   Done, they moulded themselves together from forehead to toes.

   "Thank you, that was wonderful.  I want to do it again as often as we
can," said Heather.

   "It might not be very often.  We live several hours of driving apart and
you can't drive yet.  We both keep busy schedules on the weekend.  This
won't be like having a boyfriend at school."

   "I don't care, it's you I want.  We'll have to work something out. 
Maybe Dad will let me take the bus to visit you."

   "Don't push your father too far.  Most kids have sex behind their
parents back, if they have sex at all.  The parents don't have to make a
yes or no decision about it.  It's a very hard thing you've asked your
father to do.  It's all the harder because what we are doing is illegal."

   "It wouldn't be if we got married."

   "I'd like to marry you, but that's a complicated process itself.  We'd
have to convince your father and a judge.  That would be a lot easier if
your father views it as a grown-up decision and not the whining of a
spoiled brat."

   "Enough of that, let's make supper," said Jack.

   They spent an enjoyable evening together with supper, a walk over the
snow covered hills to the lake, then cuddling and talking.  They had one
more session of love-making and slept nestled together.

   When they returned to Heather's home she hugged her father.  "Thank you,
that was the best present you've ever given me." She went off to her room.

   "Jack, I don't think you know how hard it was to let you spend the night
with my daughter.  I'm still not convinced it was a good idea."

   "Heather is very happy and I thank you more than I have words to say it.
We truly love one another.  I hope that makes your decision easier to
handle."

   "It does."

   Two years later a sign hung over a bookshop door: "Book signing today.
'Moonshine: Night images of the Great Smokies'

   by Jack and Heather West."

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