|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- A ROAD MAP OF ARCTICA--CUP 12--"BIG BED" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  A Road Map of Arctica  ||  -------> (Cup SRrm012, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = So I met Bonnie in Jersey City and we drove up to Delhi in her brand new black Toyota RAV4. Nice vehicle. It took us like three hours to get there. Bonnie was driving fast, but we stopped a couple of times. Bonnie Pollard was already my girlfriend at the time of my entry into this world. As the fake memories go, I met her at a Beatles convention in Secaucus, and we really hit it off. She has long black hair and glasses, wears dresses and has a nice shape. She looks like a teacher or something. She does some cool stuff in bed. So, the roads leading up to this farm are pitch black and we have no idea where we're going and we realize that if we don't get to this fucking farm we're gonna be totally lost and screwed. But we found it eventually, down a hill from the road. There was a light on in the house and we knocked and after a minute or two, which seemed like a really long time, Abigail answered the door, motioning us inside while talking on a cordless phone. We walked in, and it was a nice place. Real rustic. She showed us to a couch and we put our bags on the floor and sat and waited for her to get off the phone, which she finally did a few minutes later. "Sorry about that. It was my sister. Anyway, I have some bad news--my boyfriend couldn't make it. One of his friends got into a fight and almost got killed. Yeah, he's in critical in the hospital, and my boyfriend was like involved in it and the police and everything so..." she nodded with an apologetic smile, "it's just us." She showed us to our room (her parents'), where we put our stuff, and soon we were drinking wine and eating microwave nachos and watching a video of her performance in a local avant garde play. Then she told us she wanted to show us something outside, and we followed her under the moonlight across this field, and a car went by on the road up the hill and it was the only sound, and finally we got to this big bed at the edge of the field! It was one of those deals with the posts and the drape thing on the top and everything. It was real nice out, but a little chilly. "I used to love sleeping out here when I was a kid." she said sitting on the bed. Me and Bonnie nodded, somewhat confused. "Ooh, it's chilly!" Abigail said. "Let's all get under the covers!" She giggled and dove under the covers of the neatly made bed with a really comfy-looking quilt on it, and somehow I managed to get in the middle between Abigail and Bonnie, after we took our shoes off, and it was REALLY comfortable, and I felt like taking my jeans off, cuz that would make it even more comfortable. Bonnie was real quiet. I couldn't tell how she was reacting to this. I mean, I know what she was thinking cuz I was thinking the same thing, I think, that this boyfriend story was made up and this Abigail was some wild swinger who had gotten us in this bed with her and stuff, only Bonnie might have thought I knew about the plot all along. But it could also have been totally innocent. Abigail was telling us about her childhood and Bonnie was cuddling with me pretty aggressively. Insecurity I guess. Then Abigail said it. "Hey, why don't we all get naked? It would be so warm and comfy in here like that!" My dick was hard as iron. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----