Donna and Larry, Chapter 5 By Rambler Donna gets even stronger, and their love grows deeper I called Donna every night that week and left a little message for her on her machine. Tuesday night I left what I thought was a particularly good message. It went something like this. "Hi, Donna, you beautiful muscle lady. I miss you like crazy and can't wait to see you again so you can wrap those massive tree trunk size muscular legs around me and hold me inside you forever and ever. I love you forever, honey. Honest I do. Can't wait to see you again." I was able to get out Wednesday night, so I decided to go to the gym and work out with Donna. She was happy to see me, and we had a great workout. I was still in awe of her tremendous strength, and when I spotted for her and touched her, I had an electrifying feeling shoot all through my body. We showered afterward, and I followed her back to her place. As we walked to her apartment, hand in hand, she told me how proud she was of me that night at our workout. She told me that she thought I was making some progress. When the door closed behind us inside, we turned and faced each other, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. I put my arms around her, and she wrapped hers around me and we kissed a long, hard kiss, our tongues playing inside our mouths. When we released I whispered in her ear, "I love you, Donna." "Love you, Larr," she whispered back. "Love you," I returned. And then together we whispered, "Love you." And we continued whispering , "Love you, Love you..." to each other in unison. It was such a lovely thing. I slowly backed her up into the the bedroom as we softly whispered "Love you" to each other. We stood next to her bed as we undressed, then we gently pulled ourselves down on the bed. She reached over and got a condom from her night table, unwrapped it, and carefully put it on me. Then she lifted me up and carefully guided me inside her. As she did she whispered to me, "Honey, now I'm going to wrap my massive tree trunk size muscular legs around you and hold you inside me forever and ever, just like you said you wanted me to." She wrapped her legs and arms around me, held me very tightly to her, and we began making love. We worked very hard, moving together in perfect unison. It was the same as the other times we had made love. And it was just as thrilling. Just as satisfying. We loved for the longest time, kissing, licking, touching and caressing each other. I was in Heaven as her strong arms and legs wrapped me in the warmth of her body. We loved and loved for the longest of times, and then we both began to climax. We worked feverishly, now, and we both climaxed almost at the same instant, as usual. It was beautiful. We relaxed and lay limp in each other's embrace for several moments. Then she gently lifted me out of her, and I disposed of the condom. When I returned, I laid down next to her and we held each other in a warm, soft embrace, lightly kissing each other's lips and face. "You're my beautiful lady, honey," I whispered to her. "You're so sweet, Larr," she whispered. "I love you so much. I just can't believe this is happening to me. Can I talk to you, honey?" she asked. "I have some things I want to say to you, and.....well.... I just want to talk." "Okay," I said, "Talk to me, sweetheart." "I really don't know where to start, Larr. But, I guess I should say that I've never been in love like this before, and I never thought someone like you would come along and completely change my life the way you have. You see, when I first started to lift weights when I was very young, guys thought I was weird. It didn't bother me at first, but when I saw all my girlfriends starting to date, it made me kind of sad when I was left sitting home. Oh, I did go out with a few guys, but their friends would make fun of them for going out with the "muscle lady." It was very lonely. Then I met a guy, Tony, and he was really nice to me. We dated for a while when I was in my teens, but then his friends started to make fun of him, and we broke up. I was devastated. He treated me really nice. We even made love a couple of times. After Tony, I dated once in a while, and when guys wanted to make love to me, they always tried to overpower me. Instead of making love, I usually wound up in wrestling match. This has gone on all my life, honey. I even threw a couple of guys out of here, they were so rude. And I stopped working out for a while, but I had no outlet for my all of my energy, so I went back to it. I kind of put men out of my mind. Just didn't think about it. And then...then you came along and..." She started to sob. "...and you changed my whole life," she said, sobbing heavily, now. I held her close to me as she cried. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I made a fool of myself!" "It's okay, honey," I said softly, "Just cry, honey. Get it out of your system. It'll make you feel better. I'm here. I'll hold you. I love you, Donna." She cried for a few minutes, and I kissed her tears. I could feel my eyes welling up, and the tears started to run down my face. Her story really got to me, and I felt very sorry for her. I loved her very much and didn't like to see her this way. When she had nearly stopped crying, she looked at me and saw my tears. "And look at you!" she cried. She kissed my tears. "I didn't mean for this to happen, honey. I'm so embarrassed! I'm sorry!" "Don't be sorry, Donna," I whispered. "I'm here, and I love you, whether you're happy or sad. That's part of being in love, to be there when your lover needs you. I know you need me now, and I'm here to help you, honey." I held her tightly to me and gently kissed her tears away. "You're so sensitive, honey," she said, "so sweet. You treat me so nice. Like a lady. I've never been treated this way before. I don't know if I deserve it." "Of course you do, honey," I replied. "You're a real lady. You're very sweet, and you have a big heart. You know I love you physically, but I also love you for who you are inside. You're just a beautiful person, inside and out. If I ever stop treating you like a lady, you better straighten me out real quick!" "Oh, Larry," she said, "I love you so much. We're just so perfect together. I feel so at ease with you. You're just.... I don't know... just everything I've always wanted. You know, if you weren't,..you know... spoken for,.... I'd ask you to marry me, honey. I never thought I'd say that." I looked deeply into her eyes. "I'd say yes, honey," I answered. "But don't you have that backwards? I'm the one who's supposed to ask you." "It doesn't matter, Larr," she said, "who asks who. It only matters that we're together. I wish there were some way we could work this out." "We will, honey," I said, "we will. We can do anything together, you and me. We'll find a way to work this out" "I know, honey," she said. "I just love you so much, sweetheart! You can't imagine how I feel about you." "I know exactly how you feel about me, Donna," I said. "In case you haven't been watching or listening, I'm just crazy about you. Do I have to say it again? Didn't I just prove it to you a little while ago? The way you proved it to me?" "Yeah, okay, honey," she said. "I know you love me. It's such....such a wonderful feeling." We held each other in a warm, soft embrace and kissed our tears away. "I feel a lot better, now, honey," she said. "I feel like my mind is cleansed. You know, sweetie," she continued, "I've bared my body to you, and tonight I've bared my soul. It's a wonderful feeling to bare your soul to the one you love. Like a burden just got lifted from my mind. Hold me tight, sweetheart," she whispered. "Touch me all over, honey. Just touch me." I ran my hands slowly and gently all over her well muscled body, her back, her arms, her chest, and I kissed her soft breasts. Then I gently touched her hard stomach, caressed her womanhood, and ran my hands down her tremendous thighs and calves. We kissed a hard kiss, and our tongues played gently within the confines of our mouths. "Oh Larr," she whispered, "This is like Heaven, being in your arms. It's so warm here. I could stay here in your arms forever. I feel so secure here, honey." "Now you know how I feel being held in your arms, honey," I said. She squeezed me tightly in her massive, strong arms. "God, Donna," I whispered, almost out of breath, "you're so strong!" "You like that, don't you, Larr," she whispered. "Y' like my big muscles. They love you, honey. Love to hold you. Touch them,....honey...... They're big,.... and strong.... honey,......And they're ...all....yours, honey!" I ran my hands all over her huge arms and shoulders, feeling their tremendous hardness and power as they held me in their grasp. I felt powerless inside them. We held each other like this for several minutes, kissing and caressing each other's bodies. "Honey," I said softly, "It's getting late. I think I'd better go." "I know, sweetheart," she said. "But I'll see you Saturday, right?" "Of course, honey," I said. "I'll pick you up at eight o'clock in the morning. Hope that's not too early for you." "No, honey," she answered. "It'll be just fine. It's never too early to be with you. Are we going in the old car?" she asked. "Of course," I answered. "It'll be ready to go, just for you." "I can't wait, honey," she said. "And honey, please don't worry about seeing your friends. We can handle it. I know we can. Okay?" "Okay, sweetie," I said, "I'll try not to worry. I'd better get going." I got up and got dressed. She put on her robe and walked me to the door. We kissed a long, hard kiss, said our "I love you's" and I made my way out the door to my car. As I drove home, I thought of the wonderful things we had said and done tonight. We made fantastic love to each other, laughed and cried. Through it all, our love remained a strong bond between us, and it seemed as if it would never end. I looked forward to seeing her that Saturday to be with her and renew our love for each other. Saturday morning came, and I dressed carefully. I wanted to look my best for my sweetheart, Donna. As was customary when I went to a car show, I put on my Rambler tee shirt and my best pair of jeans and sneakers. My Rambler baseball cap completed the picture. I pulled the Rambler out of the garage, gave it a quick wipe-down, and headed out towards Donna's. As I drove to Donna's I had mixed emotions about taking her to the show. On the one hand, I was tremendously happy that I would be spending the day with the love of my life, Donna. But I was also a bit apprehensive about meeting one of my car club friends at the show. I was pretty sure that none of them would be there, as it was in the opposite direction to where they usually went for shows. When I arrived there, I parked the car and went to the entrance. I buzzed her, and she let me in the building. I climbed the stairs and knocked on her door. She opened it, and greeted me with a big smile. "Hi, honey," she said, enthusiastically, "I'm so happy to see you! Missed you, sweetheart!" "Missed you, too, honey," I replied. "It's so good to see you!" She was wearing a large tee shirt with a generic old car on it. The sleeves were cut down to just above her elbows, hiding those huge arms and shoulders of hers. But she had tied the front into a knot, revealing the lower part of her washboard stomach. She also had on a pair of knee length black shorts, which hugged her muscular thighs and fully exposed her large, shapely calves. She was beautiful! "You look beautiful, honey," I said to her. "Thank you, honey," she said, shyly. "I missed you so much, Larr." And she put her arms around me and pulled me close to her. I put my arms around her and we kissed a long, gentle kiss. When we released our kiss we hugged each other tightly, and I could feel her hips gyrating to mine. "God, Larry! You're so beautiful," she whispered in my ear. "Donna," I said, "guys aren't beautiful." "But you are, sweetheart," she said softly. "You're a beautiful person, honey. I love you very much, honey. I'm just so glad you're here, now. You're sweet, sensitive, and you're so cute, Larr! I just love to run my hands all over your cute little body!" I had heard that line before but couldn't remember where or when. With that, she lifted up the front of my tee shirt and began caressing my chest and running her fingers around my nipples. It was a wonderful, loving sensation. "You're so cute, honey!" she said, as she continued to play with my nipples. "I think you're beautiful, honey. You're just beautiful." With that, she pressed her lips to mine, and we locked in a long, hard, beautiful kiss. When we released, she giggled. "You've got lipstick all over your face, honey," she laughed. "Come here and let Donna wipe her lipstick off her baby's face." She led me over to the kitchen sink, picked up a tissue and gently wiped the lipstick from my face. "There, that's better," she said after she had finished. "Now let me go and put on some more lipstick," she said as she went into her bedroom. "Why?" I asked, "So you can smear it all over me again?" "You get the point!" she said, from the other room. She returned from her room, put her straw hat on her head, and picked up her bag. "I'm ready," she announced. "I can't wait to ride in that old car of yours. Let's go, honey!" She put her arm in mine and led me out the door. Out in the parking lot, I steered her toward the car. We walked up to it, and stood by the passenger side door. She gazed at it in awe. "This is your car?" she asked. "Yes it is," I answered, matter of factly. "It-it's beautiful, Larr," she said, gazing at it wide eyed. She slowly began to walk around the car examining it carefully as she circled around it. When she got back to where I was standing, she said, "I've never seen such a beautiful car, honey. You must be very proud of it." "Well, it's pretty nice," I said, "but it's not beautiful. Wait till you see some of the cars there, honey. Now they're beautiful! "I can't believe it," she said, still amazed. She peered inside it through the window. "Can I sit in it, honey?" she asked. "Of course you can," I answered. "How do you think we're going to get there, push it?" I joked. I opened the door for her. "Step into the world of luxury and performance for 1967!" I announced. "The new Rambler for 1967!" I joked. She slid into the bucket seat, and I closed the door behind her. I went around to the other side and got in. She was sitting there looking all around at the interior. She touched the padded dash. "It's so smooth and shiny!" she exclaimed. "How do you keep it so nice?" "I use a vinyl dressing on it," I said. "Keeps all the vinyl soft and shiny." She continued to gaze at the interior. Her eyes fell on the floor shifter. "Oh, it's a stickshift!" she said, surprised. "Yes it is," I answered, "Factory four speed." She turned and looked at me. "Are you ready?" I asked. "Let's go, honey," she said. With that, I inserted the key into the ignition and fired it up. It's 343 cubes sprang to life instantly, emitting a loud roar. Then it settled down, emitting a low throaty rumble through its dual exhausts. "Wow!" Donna exclaimed. "Listen to that! Sounds like it'll eat up anything on the road!" "Well, not quite," I answered. "But it'll hold its own with the best of them! It did quite well for itself in its day." I eased it out of the parking lot and down the street. As we drove, I gave Donna a history of the car. I told her about how I had ordered it new and took delivery a month later after it was built, that it had most of the factory options except air conditioning, and that it had been garaged since it was about six months old. I gave her a brief history about its drag racing days, and told her that it was quite successful, despite the fact that it had one of the smallest engines in its class. She kept looking around the inside, and I could see she was in total awe of my little Rambler. "Larry," she said, "it's just beautiful! It must take a lot of work to keep it this way." "Well," I said, "it's been all repainted, and some of the chrome has been replaced, but the interior is mostly original except for the rugs. And a friend of mine and I removed the engine a couple of years ago and detailed under the hood." "What do you mean?" she asked. "We cleaned and painted everything there, so it looks better than it did when it was new. You'll see it when we get to the show," I answered. She kept looking around, seeming to be still in awe of her surroundings. Then she looked at me and said, teasingly, "Oh, I almost forgot!" She slid over right next to me, sitting on the center cushion and folding armrest that was in the upright position, that was between the two front bucket seats. She played her little tease game with me again, pushing the sleeves of her top up to reveal her massive shoulders and arms. She pushed her hot arm next to mine and said, "There, honey, is that better? Hmm? Donna turn you on with her big arms, honey?" She wrapped her hand around my forearm and pushed her big, hard bicep into the back of my arm. "Good God, Donna," I said, "I'm trying to drive this thing!" "Yeah, but you love my little distraction, don't you sweetie!" she said. "Y-yes, I do, honey," I stammered. We drove this way, and when I had to shift gears, she would put her hand gently on top of mine as I did the shifting. When I was done, then she would place her hand again on my forearm and, again, push her big bicep into my arm. Out on the interstate, I brought the car up to speed. It was very noisy, and the wind blew wildly around the inside of the car. "How come it's so noisy, Larr?" she practically shouted to me. "Two reasons," I explained, nearly shouting. "These older cars don't have as much insulation as the new ones. And secondly, this car has a low speed rear in it. That means that the engine turns fast at low speed for faster acceleration, like for drag racing. But at high speed, it the engine also turns faster, so it's noisier. Your top speed is lower, but you'll get there quicker. It also uses more gas. Do you sort of understand what I said?" I asked. "Well, " she said, "sort of. You lose top speed with a low speed rear, but you accelerate faster. Right?" "Exactly," I said, loudly. "Hey, Donna. That was pretty good. Most people don't understand that. I'm proud of you." "Thanks, honey," she said. "You know, this car's really fun to ride in. I can't understand why your family doesn't like to go with you. I think this is just great!" "They don't like all the wind blowing their hair around. They're used to air conditioning," I said. She looked at me with a surprised look on her face. "You're kidding," she said. "That's a poor excuse, Larr. I'm sorry, and maybe I shouldn't be meddling, but they could be more thoughtful of you. They should be with you." "Well," I said, "just think, if they were, you probably wouldn't be here with me now." "You're right," she said. "Their loss is my gain, honey." She hugged my arm tightly. It was about a half hour ride down the interstate to the show. As we drove we talked and sang to the radio. All the while she hugged my arm tightly, and once in a while gently kissed my cheek. I felt in awe of her presence, even after all of our intimacies between us. I felt as if I was the luckiest man alive to be able to be with her. She was just incredible! We arrived at the site, and waited in line to register. Donna was totally amazed at all of the old cars there. "How many cars do you think will be here, honey?" she asked. "Probably four to five hundred," I answered. "No kidding," she said, amazed. "Will we be able to see all of them?" she asked. "Certainly," I answered. "I'll give you a complete tour of all the cars here, sweetheart." "Great," she said. "Oops, almost forgot," she said, rolling down her sleeves. "I don't like people to stare at them," she said. "No," I joked, "you just don't want to embarrass me, do you?" "Aw, Larr," she said, "I didn't mean it that way. You know I just love being with you." "Yeah, I know, honey," I said, "but it looks a little funny with me and my skinny arms, and you with those, well, you know... monsters of yours." "Yeah," she whispered, "but you know you love those monsters, don't you, sweetie." She pushed her face to mine and we kissed as I ran my hands inside the sleeves of her top. She flexed her arms, and I grabbed her biceps with the palms of my hands. They were big and hard as baseballs. "Love you, Donna," I whispered to her. "Love you, Larr," she whispered back. I slowly pulled my hands from beneath her sleeves, and we sat there just holding hands. After we registered, I pulled the car onto the field, and the meet personnel directed us to our class. I parked the car in its spot, and from the trunk I took out all the cleaning material I used to make the car clean. Donna and I gave the outside a quick clean up. I showed her what to do, and she did it perfectly. She was a great help. Then we wiped down the interior, and I opened the hood to clean up the engine compartment. Donna was amazed at how clean and shiny it was under there. I again explained that it looked better than new, and most of the cars on the field would look this way. I wiped down the engine, and the we set up my display of relevant literature, including factory brochures, the original bill of sale, and a little story I had written long ago about the car. I placed all of this on a small stand in front of the car. Donna looked at the two cars that flanked us, a `67 Chevelle SS396, on our left, and a `66 GTO on the right. "You were right, Larr," she said. "These cars are beautiful. But yours is so different from the rest. I really love it, honey." "Well, come on, honey," I said, "let's go look at the cars." "You mean you're just going to leave it here?" she asked. "Aren't you afraid something might happen to it?" "Not really," I said, "People don't mess with it. It's just a Rambler, as far as they're concerned. Come on, let's go!" We walked over to the far end of the show field where the oldest cars were, holding hands tightly as we walked. As we looked at the oldest cars I explained many of the older features of those cars. She was amazed that I knew so much, but I told her that my knowledge was really limited about those very old cars. We then moved to the next row of cars, which were from the late teens to late twenties. There were a couple of big Packards there, a Buick, as well as a Nash, several Model T Fords, and a rare Diana. I explained to her that the Model T is what put America on wheels because of its low price. And I showed her how plain and simple it was compared to the other cars in its class. She was beginning to get a picture of the history of the automobile. As we walked we continued to hold hands tightly, and she would push her big hot arm into mine. Next we went to the thirties row, where there was everything from Fords to Cadillacs, and lots of others in between. It was a diverse group of cars there, and I was able to show Donna the many differences between the cars. As we were finishing up the row, I happened to get a glimpse of a pink car in the registration line. I looked again and I froze dead in my tracks. It was my good friend Chuck in his pink Hudson. I couldn't believe he was here. As I stood there motionless, I thought it was all over for Donna and me. She didn't notice at first, but when she did she said, "What's the matter, Larr? You look like you've seen a ghost!" "Maybe I have," I answered quietly. I stood there in a daze. She looked at me with a worried look on her face. She put her hand on my chest and said, "You okay, honey? Everything alright in there?" "It's not that," I said dryly. I breathed a big sigh. "See that pink car over in the registration line? It's a friend of mine from the club." "Yeah? So?" she said. "So maybe he won't see you. Maybe we can avoid him." "I don't think so, honey," I said. "He happens to be my best friend in the club. I have no idea what he's doing here. He told me on the phone the other night that he was going to a show near where he lives. That's about seventy miles from here! I don't believe this is happening to me. Now what do we do?" She looked at me, and she could see the fear on my face. "Come here, honey," she said, "We've got to talk." She led me behind a building that was across the aisle from the cars. We were alone as she began to speak. "Listen to me, sweetheart," she began, "I'm too much in love with you to lose you. If we can do this right, we'll be okay. We're lovers, but aren't we also best friends?" "Well, yeah," I said, dryly. "Okay, then," she continued, "then let's act like friends and not lovers. We'll stop holding hands and touching each other. We'll just be like we're friends and stop pawing at each other. Know what I mean, honey?" "Well, okay," I said, "I guess we'll have to try." "We'll do more than just try, sweetie. We'll do it. I know you love me, and I love you. We can do it, honey. If we do it right, he'll never suspect anything. Now, come on, Larry. I know you can do it!" "Okay, honey," I said, "I'll do my best." "Good!" she said, "Now give me a little good luck kiss, honey." We kissed a short, gentle kiss, and we went back to the cars. We never touched each other. I saw his car pull onto the show field and park. "Let's go to the flea market, Donna," I said. "We'll come back to the cars later. I promise." We crossed the show field to the flea market, which was on the other side. We started at the front, and I showed her all of the old car parts that were for sale. There was also toys, jewelry, and clothes for sale at different vendors. She was amazed that I was able to identify some of the old car parts that were on display. At about the third booth in, as I was looking at some parts, I heard a high pitched voice behind me say, "Find any Rambler parts in there?" It was Chuck, and he was standing in back of me. "Be serious," I said, "There's nothing here for a Rambler! Nobody owns one of those things!" I turned around and shook his hand. "How're you doing, pal?" I said in a strong voice. "I thought you were going to the show up by your place. What brings you down here?" "Oh, I decided to stretch Pinky's legs a little. She needed a good run. Had her up to eighty-five on the way down here," he said. "Didn't miss a beat!" I saw him eyeing Donna as she stood next to me listening. "Chucky," I said, "This is Donna. She's a friend of mine. Donna, this is one of my best friends in the club, Chuck. When you get to know him, he might let you call him Chucky." "How do you do," she said very politely as they shook hands. "Nice to meet you, Donna," he said, looking a little surprised. "Donna's a friend of mine, and she told me she wanted to go to a car show," I said, "So here we are." Chuck looked at Donna. "You mean you actually rode in a Rambler today?" he asked her. "I sure did," she replied, "and it was great! I really like his car." "You mean you actually liked riding in a Rambler?" Chuck asked her. "Yes, why?" she asked. "Wanna get married, lady?" he joked. "I didn't think girls liked riding in Ramblers!" he said. She looked at him strangely, but I could tell she was making him feel more comfortable about her being here with me. We began to walk through the flea market. As we did, Chuck and I would pick up different parts and tell Donna what it was and what kind of car it came from. As we walked, Chuck and I told Donna a few stories of our escapades over the years, and about our trips together to various club meets. We were traveling companions, usually sharing a room to cut expenses, and sometimes one or more other guys would stay with us. Donna and I would look at each other as we walked, but we never touched. I couldn't tell whether Chuck suspected that anything was going on between us. About halfway through the flea market, Donna turned to us and said, "Look, guys, I'm going across the aisle to look at some clothes. Don't run away from me!" As she walked away from us, Chuck grabbed my arm. "God!" he said, quietly, but with excitement, "look at the muscles in her legs!" "Yeah, well, uh...." I stammered. "Gorgeous!" he exclaimed, "Just gorgeous!" "You like that, Chucky?" I asked. "Absolutely!" he replied. "Her legs are beautiful!" He watched as she gently swayed across the aisle. You could see that her shoulders were very broad, and they made her waist look deceptively small. "There's something different about her, buddy," he said. "She looks, I don't know......muscular." "Can't get anything past you, can I Chucky old boy," I said. "Well, uh, what do you mean?" he asked. "She's a weightlifter," I answered. His eyes widened and a big smile appeared across his face. "You're kidding!" He exclaimed. "That explains it!" "Explains what?" I asked. "Why she looks the way she looks, pal," he said. "You like the way she looks?" I asked innocently. "Absolutely!" he replied firmly. "She looks fantastic!" "Oh, okay," I said, calmly. "How did you ever meet her, Larr?" he asked. "Well," I said, "It's a long story, buddy." "How come you married guys always get to meet the best women, while us single guys just can't seem to meet anybody worthwhile. It isn't fair, pal," he complained. "Just lucky, I guess," I replied. Chuck pulled me aside. "Just what is going on between you and that lady?" he asked. "Well....," I stammered, "Uh...well, we're just friends," I lied. "Come on, pal," he prodded, "I think you two are more than just platonic friends." "What do you mean by that?" I asked innocently. I had the feeling he was on to us. "It's all over your face, buddy," he said. "The lipstick!" I thought. I put my hand to my face. "When you two look at each other there's a little gleam in your eyes," he said. "There is?" I asked, trying to sound innocent. "Come on, Larr," he said. "She's nuts about you. I can tell it by the way she looks at you. And you're nuts about her, aren't you? You can't hide that from good old Chucky! I wasn't born yesterday!" "Can't hide anything from you, can I old buddy," I confessed. "Nope, I know you too well, pal," he said. "Tell me, Larr, just how far has this little, uh, relationship gone?" "Pretty far," I confessed. "We're pretty good friends." "Have you guys, uh, gone to bed together yet?" he asked, trying not to embarrass me. "Well..." I paused, "....yeah, we have," I said quietly. "Wow!" he said. "That's great! Tell me, Larr, what's it like being with, you know, someone who's, well, strong, like she is. Does she overpower you?" "Not at all, Chuck," I said. "On the contrary, she's pretty gentle. I guess she knows how to use all that strength, and when to take it easy. We really have a great relationship that way. You just wouldn't believe how great we work together. We're, well, I guess you could say we're a perfect match. She's the best I've ever had." "Congratulations!" he said, and he shook my hand vigorously. "That's just great, old pal! So my little buddy Larry found himself a ladyfriend. And a nice one, at that! Couldn't happen to a nicer guy!" He exclaimed. "Tell me, old pal," he continued, "does she have any other friends who look like her? Maybe they'd be interested in a nice single guy in his late thirties, a hard worker with a good job, like me." "I don't know," I answered, "but we'll ask her. No harm in that." "Good," he said, "I'm interested." "Listen, Chuck," I said, "please don't tell anyone about us. You're the only one that knows, and if word got around, well... you know... it could ruin my life." "Let me tell you something, pal," he began, "just about all of our friends have said something about why you always come to the meets without your family, and that you always hang around with us single guys. They think that your family isn't being fair to you. And I think that if someday you were to show up with a,... well... a traveling companion, well, I don't think anyone would give a hoot. I think that, for the most part, everyone would understand. And let me say something else, pal. She's a lovely person. You really picked yourself a good one. She's a real winner!" "You really think that?" I asked. "Absolutely!" he answered. "People have said that about you. And I think the same way. Boy, I sure hope she has a friend like her!" Donna was on her way back to us from across the aisle. As she approached Chuck and I both stood there grinning broadly. She was carrying a package with things she bought. "Want to see what I bought, guys?" she asked. We just stood there looking at her with silly grins on our faces. She looked at us puzzled. "What's the matter with you two?" she asked. We didn't say a word. "Come on, guys, what's going on," she said, annoyed. "He knows," I said. "Knows what?" she asked. "About us," I answered. She looked at me with knitted brow. "Aw, Larr," she said, sounding disappointed. "You weren't supposed to say anything." "He didn't," said Chuck, still sporting that silly grin. "I could tell just by the way you looked at each other, Donna. You both have that certain little gleam in your eyes, you know, like you two are crazy about each other. It's all over your faces." She blushed and smiled. "Okay," she said, with a big sigh. "I guess we can't fool you, Chuck." "No you can't," he said with a big smile, "and I think it's great. You two look very happy together." "Well," she said, grabbing my arm and looking at me with that certain gleam in her eyes, "Larry's really a great guy. I'm so glad I met him." "And he told me about you, Donna," Chuck continued. "You're a weightlifter. I think that's great." "Yeah, well," she said, shyly. "It's just something I like to do." "Well, you look terrific, Donna," said Chuck. "Some of us old car guys like the same thing in our cars and women. Good, solid bodies!" We all laughed. "Tell me, Donna," he continued, "do you have any friends like yourself who might be interested in a nice single guy in his late thirties with a good job, who'd love to find a woman like you and treat her like she'd like to be treated?" "Well," she said, "I can't think of any offhand, but I'll see what I can do." "Great, Donna," he said, "That would be really nice of you." "Well, come on, gang," I said, "let's get through the flea market." We walked the flea market, Donna and I held hands tightly, and Chuck and I picked up various old car parts and identified them for Donna. She was amazed at our knowledge of old car parts. "We've been doing this for about twenty years," I said, "so we better know something. There's nothing like buying a part and then finding out later that it doesn't fit, usually after you get it home!" When we finished the flea market, Chuck and I took Donna over to see Chuck's car. "Well, here it is," announced Chuck, as we approached his car. "His name is Pinky, for obvious reasons. He's a `57 Hudson Custom sedan. Take a look inside, Donna." "Wow!" she exclaimed, "it's really roomy in there. Can I sit in it, Chucky?" "Be my guest," he said, opening the driver's door for her. She got in and sat in the driver's seat. "Look how big the steering wheel is," she said. "And the seats are so comfortable. Why don't they make seats like this today?" she asked. "`Cause it would probably cost too much," answered Chuck. "Here, let me show you another little feature of this thing." He grabbed the handle at the side of the seat and worked it up and down. As he did, the seatback reclined to the full down position. "Here they are," he announced, "those famous Airliner Reclining Seats, a Hudson exclusive!" "That's really neat," she said, as she laid back on the seat. "Bet you guys had a lot of fun in your younger days with these things." "We still do," joked Chuck. "It's like a motel on wheels!" Chuck raised the seatback to it's upright position. "Want to sit in the back, Donna?" he asked. "Sure!" she said. She climbed out of the front seat, Chuck opened the rear door, and she entered the back seat. "It's huge back here!" she exclaimed. "It's like a limousine!" Chuck continued to show her the features of his car. Donna was amazed by all of this. "Chuck," she asked, "Do you think you could give me a ride in it later today?" "Are you kidding?" he exclaimed. "It would be my great pleasure! Wow! A girl actually wants to ride in my car! You sure you don't want to get married, lady? Just where did you meet this lovely young lady, anyhow, Larry?" My friend Chucky was beside himself. He had never had a woman so thrilled about his car before. We continued to walk the rest of the show field. As we did, Chuck and I told Donna about each car, made derogatory remarks about each car, and tried to explain some of its features . As we did, Donna and I seemed to find another little love game to play between us. I would whisper in her ear, "You're beautiful, Donna." She would squeeze my hand tightly and look at me with this certain look in her eyes as if to tell me she had never heard anything so beautiful in her life. Then she would whisper to me, "Love you, Larr," and I would give her the same look in return and squeeze her hand.. And it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard or done, other than actually making love to this beautiful, incredibly strong lady. And I wondered if what I was whispering to her was having the same effect on her as what she was whispering to me. As the show was coming to a close, the three of us decided to have dinner together at a restaurant that was a couple of miles down the road from the show. Donna took this opportunity to ride in Chuck's car. I followed them down the road. Donna sat on the opposire side of the front seat, and I could tell they were having a very animated conversation. I'm sure Chuck was just thrilled to have a lovely female passenger in his pink Hudson. This may have been a first! We parked in th parking lot of the restaurant, and when Donna got out of the car, she just couldn't stop talking about it. "It rides so soft and cushy," she said. "It's not firm like today's cars." I was surprised that she was so observant. "Yeah," I said, "but they don't handle like today's cars either. You have to watch because they lean quite a bit in fast turns, so you have to drive them slower. But they are quite comfortable on the open road." We ate dinner together, and our conversation continued to be very animated. Donna fit right in with us, laughing and joking and telling us all she had learned that day about different cars. It was if she had been with us for years. I was much more at ease, now, knowing that she had been completely accepted by my best friend in the club, Chuck. It was a big weight off my mind. What I thought was going to be a disaster earlier in the day turned out to be anything but. I couldn't have been happier. And I also knew that it was mostly because of Donna and the ease with which she was able to handle such a delicate situation. Her personality and perception continued to amaze me, as well as her fantastic body and incredible strength. After dinner we said our goodbyes, and Donna promised Chuck she would try and set him up with one of her lady bodybuilding friends. We watched as Chuck drove off, then we got into my car. Donna slid all the way over to my side, and as I got in, she slowly slid her sleeves up above her huge arms and shoulders. I could feel myself trembling just looking at them. She played her little game with me again, wrapping her arm around mine and pushing her big bicep into the back of it. She pushed her face right up to mine, and whispered in a soft, husky voice, "Hi.......you." "Hi, beautiful lady," I whispered back. Our lips touched and we kissed a long but light kiss, and our tongues played happily with each other. "Do these things turn you on, Larr?" she whispered, pushing her arm even harder into mine. "Ye-yes," I said, trembling. I still couldn't get over the way she made me feel, even after being with her all this time. "You sound like something might be excited," she whispered in my ear. "Let's see if we can find out what it is, Larr." She moved her other hand down to my manhood. Through my pants she could feel my total erection. "Yes," she whispered in her husky voice, "there's definitely something going on down there. Definitely something happening." "My God, Donna," I whispered, still trembling. "Let's save this for later, honey," she whispered. "Maybe we should get going," she said, as she gently kissed my lips. I fired up the Rambler, eased it out of the parking lot and on down the road. She removed her hand from my manhood, and wrapped it along with her other arm, around my right arm. She hugged it tightly. When we got on the interstate, I brought the Rambler up to speed. The wind blew wildly around the inside of the car, and the noise from the engine and the rest of the car was almost deafening. "This is really great, Larr," said Donna, almost shouting. "I love riding in this car. It's so much fun!" "It's different," I shouted back, "but on a hot Summer's day sometimes it's not much fun. You tend to stick to the vinyl seats and sweat a lot!" "A little sweat never hurt anyone," she said, loudly. "I'm the one who knows about that!" "Go tell that to my family!" I said, "They can't stand the wind, noise, and heat!" "You know," she said, loudly, "life isn't all peaches and cream. Sometimes we should get out and rough it a little bit so we can appreciate some of the luxuries we have. And besides, as a family unit, I think it's a shame they don't go with you.! But like I said before, their loss is my gain!" "I never thought of it like that, honey," I shouted. "You're really smart, Donna. A lot smarter than I thought!" "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked. "It wasn't meant to be insulting or anything like that," I shouted, "I just haven't been giving you the credit you deserve. You've got a really good brain inside that pretty little head of yours, honey. And I think if either of us can figure out how we can make this relationship between us last, it'll be you and not me!" "It'll be both of us, Larr, working together," she shouted back. "I'm not smart enough to do this alone. I'm going to need your help!" "You'll get it, honey, you know that!" I said, loudly. "Hey, Larr, guess what?" she shouted. "What!"I shouted back. "I love you!" she said, loudly. "I love you, love you, love you.... I want to shout it to the whole world, honey!" "Me, too, Donna!" I shouted. "I love you, love you, love you......." And we drove down the interstate this way, shouting "I love you's" to each other for almost a mile. We drove in silence for a while, listening to the roar of that big 343 cube engine and the wind rustling through the car. "Diana!" shouted Donna. "What?" I asked. "Diana!" she shouted again. "That's who I'll set up with Chuck!" "Who's Diana?" I shouted. "She goes to the gym!" She said, loudly. "You've seen her there!" "I don't remember her, Donna!" I shouted. "You must remember her, Larr!" she shouted back, "She's a gorgeous blond!" "I still can't place her, Donna!" I shouted. "Tell me something about her!" "Like I said!" she shouted back, "She's a beautiful blond. Does Chuck like blonds?" "Sure does!" I shouted, "They're his favorite flavor, if you know what I mean!" "Good!" she shouted, "let me see what I can do to set this up!" "Is she..you know...muscular?" I asked, loudly. "Yes she is, Larr!" she shouted to me. "She's about five foot four inches, weighs about one fifty, and she's solid as a rock! And she has a beautiful face, too! And she also has, well..... she's big-busted!" "Chucky's favorite kind!" I shouted back. "If she's so good looking, how come she doesn't have a boyfriend?" "She did!" shouted Donna, "but she broke up with him last month! It's okay, though! He was a real jerk, anyway!" "Do you think they might be compatible?" I shouted. "Yeah, Larr! She likes to talk a lot, just like Chuck!" she shouted back. "Good!" I shouted. "See if she's interested! But don't forget to tell her about his big belly!" "Okay, I will!" she shouted back. "Maybe she'll help him lose it, or make him lose it, if they become, you know,...friendly!" "That would be nice!" I shouted. "The rest of his body isn't too bad!" "I noticed!" she shouted back. "He'd look good without that belly! I'll see if Diana is interested!" Afterwards, we talked small talk and Donna asked me questions about different things. It seemed to be one of her favorite pastimes. When we arrived at her place the sun was just beginning to set. We got out of the car and went up to her place. Once inside, I closed the door behind me and turned around. She was staring at me with a big smile on her face. She placed her massive arms around my neck. "It's our time now, Larry," she whispered. "Just you and me. Donna and Larry. Time for us to be with each other. Alone. No crowds. No friends. Just us, honey. And it's time for love. Time to show how much we love each other. Do you want to show Donna how much you love her, sweetheart?" "Ye-yes!" I said, trembling. "Relax, Larry," she said, reassuringly, "it's only Donna, honey. No need to get excited." "I can't help it, Donna," I said, still trembling. "I think you're the most beautiful lady in the whole world. I'm excited just to be with you. Don't you understand that?" "Well, I guess so," she said, softly, "but I would think that after all this time you'd be used to me, honey." "No, Donna, you still excite me. I'm still crazy about you," I confessed. "You're so sweet, Larry," she whispered, "and I'm still crazy about you, too! Let's see just how excited you are, honey." She place her hand on my pants at my manhood. I knew she could feel my total erection. "Yes," she whispered, "I would definitely say you're excited. No question about it. Now we have to do something about it. Come on, honey. Donna wants you to show her how much you love her. And Donna will show you just how much she loves you." She slowly started to back into the bedroom, gently pulling me with her. "I love you, Larry. Tell me you love me, Larry." she whispered. "I love you, Donna, I love you, love you.." I repeated. As we backed into the bedroom we repeated together, "Love you" until we were standing next to the bed, our eyes locked in a loving gaze. She slowly removed her top, revealing her wonderfully muscular upper body. "Come on, sweetie," she said in her soft, husky voice, "What are you waiting for?" "My God, you're beautiful, Donna," I said with a slight tremble in my voice. I removed my tee shirt, and we continued to undress until we were both naked. We hugged each other and kissed lightly, then we slowly pulled each other down on the bed. She put her hand on my fully erect manhood, stroking it lightly. I felt a tingle race all through my body. "You're ready, honey," she whispered. She reached over into the night table and got a condom. After she unwrapped it, she carefully placed it on me. Then, lifting me up on top of her, she guided me inside her. She wrapped her huge arms around me and squeezed me tighter than I ever remember her squeezing me before. I could hardly breathe. Her massive legs encircled mine, gripping me so tightly that I felt a sharp pain in my lower back every time she squeezed me. We worked beautifully together, but I had to reach back and gather all of my strength to keep up with her. It was as if she had gotten stronger overnight. But it was Heaven just to be with her and feel her tremendous power. We kissed and licked and touched and caressed each other. Our love making lasted for the longest time, and we both began to climax together. When we finished, she relaxed her hold on me, and I began panting just to catch my breath. "What's the matter, honey?" she asked, in a concerned voice. "My God, Donna," I said, still trying to catch my breath. "You feel a lot stronger than last time. What have you been doing?" She looked at me, then looked away. I put my hand on her chin and turned her face toward me, looking her straight in the eye. "Come on, Donna," I insisted, "What's going on?" "Well,...." she started, "maybe I am getting a little stronger. I don't know. Isn't that what you want, honey?" "Not if you're going to squeeze me to death, honey," I said. "I couldn't breathe there for a little bit. It took everything I had just to be able to breathe. And your legs. I had this pain in my back every time you squeezed me." "Oh my God, Larry," she said, "I'm so sorry. You know I would never ever hurt you, sweetheart. But lately I've been lifting heavier weights, and it's becoming easier. But I never thought you'd notice any change. I'm sorry, honey. I'll be more careful from now on." "To tell you the truth, Donna," I confessed, "it was a real turn on. I had to muster all of my strength just to keep up with you. Did I do okay?" "You were marvelous, as usual, Larr," she said. "I never would have known if you weren't out of breath when we finished. Maybe we can work on making you stronger, honey. Would you like that, sweetie?" "I guess we'll have to," I said. "If you'll help me, I'll do it for you, Donna." She carefully lifted me out of her, and I disposed of the condom. When I returned, she had propped a pillow against the headboard and was leaning against it. I lay down next to her, snuggling my face into her big arm. "Hi, honey," she whispered, "Feel better now?" "Much better," I said, softly. She took her arm and wrapped it around my neck, and my face lay inside her armpit. Her muscles surrounding it were massive and solid. She tightened them as I kissed them gently. "You're beautiful, Donna," I whispered to her, as I kissed her muscles there. "Oh, Larry," she said, sweetly, "you have no idea how that makes me feel when you say that to me. It's the most wonderful thing anyone's ever said to me. I get this beautiful feeling everytime you tell me that. I still can't believe this has happened to me, honey. It's so wonderful to be in love and have the one you love return that love to you. You just can't imagine how I feel." "Yes I do, Donna," I replied, "I was thinking about it today, honey. You know, when you tell me you love me, I get that same feeling. I never thought that you'd ever love me. You're all I've ever wanted in a lady. When you say that to me, it's almost as thrilling as making love to you. It's a wonderful sensation, and I'm sure it's the same thing you feel when I tell you that you're beautiful. And you are, Donna. You're the most beautiful lady in the world, honey." She leaned over and kissed my forehead and gently stroked my head. "Larr," she asked, "do you think your friend Chuck liked me?" "Are you kidding," I replied, "he thinks you're the greatest, Donna. If he had the chance, I wouldn't doubt he'd make a play for you. And I can't say I'd blame him, either. I think he'd like to find a lady just like you, sweetheart." "Well, too bad," she said, "I'm already taken. But maybe we can set him up with Diana. Tell me, honey, do you think the rest of your friends would like me?" "I don't see why not, honey," I said, "But I'm still a little leery about taking you to one of our club meets. I think we ought to wait and see if we get some feedback about today. I'm sure Chucky will say something to a couple of my friends, and we'll be able to gage their reaction." "Okay, honey," she said, softly, "I sure hope your friends will still like you. It would be awful for you if they started to dislike you, just because of me." "I don't think that will happen, Donna," I said. "Chuck told me that they already feel a little sorry for me, and probably would understand if I was to show up with, well,...you know, a traveling companion." She slid down and put her face to mine, and our eyes locked in a loving gaze. Her hands roamed my body as she kissed my face gently. I ran my hands all over her hard, muscular body. We kissed a long, soft kiss and I felt her hand gently stroking my fully erect manhood. She moved down until her face was in front of it. As she stroked it she began to gently kiss it. I felt a tremendous tingling sensation all through my body. She placed the tip of it in her mouth, and ran her tongue all over it. I thought my head was going to explode with passion. She released it from her mouth but continued to lick it and kiss it. And I continued to be filled with unbelievable passion. "It's beautiful, honey," she whispered, as she continued kissing and stroking it. "It's like magic, sweetheart." "You're beautiful, Donna," I whispered. "It's like a magic wand, honey," she whispered. She licked it gently. "That's what it is, Larr, a magic wand. When it's inside me it does magical things. Come on, Larr, I want to feel its magic. I want it inside me, honey. Now, honey. Please? Love you, Larr. Come inside me, sweetheart. Now, honey." She reached over to the night table, took out a condom and unwrapped it. Then she carefully placed it on me and lifted me up and over her, carefully guiding me inside her. Then she wrapped me in her huge arms and legs, and we began to work together. And it was as beautiful as always. We worked in perfect rhythm together, and she held me tightly to her hot, hard body. She rolled us over so that she was on top of me and nearly crushed me with her tremendous strength. I ran my hands all up and down her huge, hard back and perfectly rounded derriere. We worked this way for a while, then she sat up, pulling me with her. Now she was straddling me, but all the while she was able to hold me inside her. I had to look up to her face as we kissed and licked each other. I put my head down to her chest and kissed her hard muscles there. Then I moved and kissed her wonderfully soft, shapely breasts, licking and sucking on her nipples. She was a lovely paradox of hard as steel muscle and soft femininity. But there was no doubt that she was totally and completely feminine, with her lovely soft breasts, sweet, beautiful smile, and dark, penetrating eyes. She held me tightly to her, and I ran my hands all over her, touching her gently and caressing her. I was completely engulfed by her total being. Her strong muscularity and her soft femininity. She lay down, pulling me with her, and I was on top of her once again. And we continued the loving, kissing, licking, caressing. And I would whisper to her, "You're beautiful, Donna," and she would smile a wondrous smile, as if it was the most wonderful thing anyone had ever told her. And she would whisper to me, "Love you, Larr," and it was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to me. And we continued our loving this way. Then she sat up again, and I was straddling her, all the while she held me inside her. She looked up to me, and we kissed, licked, and caressed each other. And we would whisper our little love sayings to each other, and they still gave us the same wonderful feeling. She ran her hands all over me, and her touch was wonderfully soft and gentle. It was hard to believe that this lovely lady could be so gentle and so strong and powerful at the same time. But she was, and I was totally and completely in love with her. It was the greatest love making session we had ever had between us. I felt much more at ease, now that my best friend, Chuck, had accepted the fact that Donna and I were lovers. And I had the feeling she felt the same way. She pulled me down again, wrapping me in the vise like grip of her huge arms and legs. We both began to climax, and we worked feverishly together. We climaxed almost at the same instant, and when we were spent, we lay limp in each other's arms. After a few moments, she lifted me out of her, and I disposed of the condom. When I returned, she was laying on her side. She opened her arms to me, and we lay together, holding each other in a soft embrace. "Donna," I said to her, softly, "you were fantastic, honey." "So were you, Larr," she answered in her soft, sexy voice. "I feel so much better now that at least one of your friends knows about us. And I think you feel the same way, sweetie. You didn't seem as tense this time as I thought you might have been before." "What do you mean, Donna?" I asked. "Well, Larr," she answered, still in her soft, sexy voice, "I always had this felling that you were a little nervous and tight whenever we made love. But just now, I thought that you were a lot looser, and you seemed a lot more at ease, honey. Am I right, Larry?" "You know, Donna," I said, " I think you are right. I do feel more at ease now that or relationship is starting to come out in the open. But I'm worried about what will happen if and when all of my other friends find out about us. I hope they'll accept you and still let me be their friend." "Larry, honey", she answered, "you worry too much. I don't know, but I have this feeling inside me that all your friends will accept us as we are." "I hope you're right, Donna," I whispered to her. "You're so beautiful, honey. God! I love you so much!" "I love you, too, Larr," she whispered. "Look at these muscles!" I whispered, "Donna, you are the most beautiful lady I've ever seen. I love your muscles, honey. They're just beautiful. And so is the rest of you, sweetheart. I'm just crazy about you, Donna. I can't help it. I still can't believe this has happened to me. My beautiful muscle lady, Donna, is actually in love with me." "Believe it, Larry," she whispered, "I'm just as crazy about you as you are about me. And I love your muscles, too, honey. They're really very nice, you know. They have good shape, and size, and with a little work, honey, we can give you some really nice definition." "But they'll never be like yours, will they, Donna." I said. "Aw, Larr," she said, embarrassingly, "I've been working a long time to look like this. I doesn't happen overnight. But I love you just the way you are, honey. And I'm so happy that you love my muscles. It's such a wonderful feeling to know that all my hard work is finally appreciated by someone I love so much. Larr, I love it when you touch my muscles. It really turns me on, and I know it turns you on, honey. Whenever you want to touch me, feel me, want me to flex them for you, just say so, honey. I love being touched by you, and I love it when I flex for you and you feel my power. Larry, honey, I'll never hurt you with them. Never, ever. But I love to show them off to you, honey. But just you, and only you, Larr. And Larr, listen." she smiled her loving smile at me, and said, "Love you, Larr." I looked up at the ceiling. "Thank you, God," I whispered, "for sending me this lovely, beautiful muscle lady named Donna. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I don't know what I did to deserve this from you, God, but thank you. I promise to treat her the way she wants to be treated and the way You want me to treat her. If I ever fail to treat her like a lady, then I know I'll deserve whatever wrathYou wish upon me. Thank you, God! I love her so much!" "Larr, " she said, smiling at me, "that was a beautiful prayer. I didn't know you had it in you. I've never seen that side of you, honey. That was very sweet, very humble. You should be proud of yourself, honey." "I just spoke my mind, honey. Just praying out loud. Don't get me wrong, Donna. I'm not very religious, but I do believe in God, and I think he's done something very special for me by sending you to me. For the life of me I can't figure out why, but I promise to be as good to you as I could ever be. I don't know, Donna. Maybe I'm just babbling on here, honey. All I know is that I think you're beautiful, and I love you very much, Donna." "I love you, too, Larry," she said, softly. We hugged and kissed each other, and our hands roamed each other's bodies. "Donna," I said, "I hate to do this, but I think it's time for me to leave." "I know, honey," she said, "don't want to arouse any suspicion at home. Do you think anyone suspects anything, sweetheart?" "No, nothing," I said, reassuringly. "Good," she said. "Let's keep it that way." "I've gotta go, honey," I said, as I got out of bed. I got dressed, she put on her robe and we walked to the door, arm in arm. At her door, we turned to each other and kissed a long, hard kiss. Our tongues danced about as we kissed. "You're beautiful, Donna," I whispered to her in my loving tone when we were finished our kiss. "Love you, Larr," she whispered in her loving tone to me. "I'll talk to Diana, and see if she's interested in meeting Chuck." "Okay, honey," I answered, "I'll stop over the gym early next week to see what's happening." "Good," she answered. We kissed another long, hard kiss, and my hands roamed her hard, muscular body. "Love you, Donna," I whispered. "Love you, Larr," she answered. "I'd better go, " I said. "I'll talk to you, soon, sweetheart." "Okay, honey," I answered. "Love you, honey," she said. "Love you, too, Donna," and the door closed behind me. I made my way to the Rambler, got in and fired it up. Those 343 cubes fired instantly. I let it run for a few seconds on fast idle, then tapped the accelerator to kick it off high idle. It settled down again, to a low throaty roar through it's dual exhausts. I eased it out of the parking lot and down the road. As I drove home, I thought of the wonderful time Donna and I had today. I realized now that Donna and I were as one. I was filled with euphoria, and I hoped that we would stay this way. Forever.