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    First Year-Chapter 3

    After all these years, it was odd to see her again and to have her work so closely with me. She had filled out quite a bit from the skinny 15 year old body she had. Voluptuous, is the term that came to mind as I looked at her current physical state. I had to admit, I was still curious about her and wondered if she had improved her lap dancing and strip teasing skills. With Carmen, is all her sexy cuteness, bouncing around me, I had to remind myself frequently of Dylan.

    Dylan was my heart. In many ways she was a rebel like me but born on the other side of the tracks. We met in medical school. She was tall slim and a little androgynous. I found her incredibly fascinating. She was smart, funny and the life of the party. When we met she had no idea who I was. The name Peabody meant nothing to her. Some of our other more privileged classmates knew exactly who I was and immediately wanted to associate themselves with the “billionaire-heiress.” Dylan was delightfully oblivious to all of that. We were paired together in our second year to learn the art of taking a medical history and physical. We learned a few other arts too that year. I was her first female lover. I was surprised because she looked gay to me but she had never explored that aspect of her sexuality until I came along. She said she always found women attractive but she thought she wasn’t gay because she only liked pretty women. She did not find the obviously gay or butch women attractive, so in her head, before we got together, that didn’t make her gay. I just smiled at her and shook my head at her reasoning. Once that aspect of her life was explored, she found she was plenty gay.

    I appreciated the seriousness in which she went about her work. She laughed at how little effort it took for me to master the tasks at hand. She accused me of being the biggest underachiever she ever knew. Her diligence at her study forced me to sit down too. If I wanted to be with Dylan, I needed to study with Dylan. I would always be the one that seduced her away from her work and into my bed. Over time, we became inseparable and spent our time in a variety of community based volunteer organizations. She wanted to set up practice on day in an impoverished community. Her Med-Peds training was perfect for this. I had no doubt she would be excellent at what she did. She was incredibly beautiful to me. Others may not have seen it, or understood my attraction to her but her beauty emanated from deep within. She showered me with affection and attention. She made me smile at the simplest things. By the time I graduated from medical school, she was the love of my life. I could not see an end to us.

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    Comments

    1. I know that long distance relateeionships are hard,You need to trust completely. Is Dylan unsure of herself and her drinking she will need help. Surely she want throw all her hard work away. thanks

    2. How come Dylan always seems a bit messy? I think she is just a regular Ms. Understood. If she is shakeing Helena off maybe she has other plans, it is cold in Cleveland so maybe she needs someone to keep her warm. I guess my days got a little blury there sorry bout that, you could fix it by making me think everyday is Saturday. Thank you, Oma

    3. Oh, the well-endowed former virgin is so going to make this love affair messy! A dry drunk with a history of abuse – poor Dylan. She has risen above her family of origin only to be scared and afraid to truly recognize her strength. Self-sabotage is one dangerous trait to possess – particular when it comes through a bottle. I think I missed a posting so I’m going to go back and read again!

    4. Hey Squirl thanks for the link to this story. I’ve been a silent reader for awhile but I believe that has changed. I really like this story, the background on the characters is very impressive & helps the story flow a lot. Can’t wait to see what’s next. Always a pleasure to read your work. PPVS!

    5. UH? Metro? I can’t offer Dylan a whole lot of advice about the drinking or her background. All I can say is, as lanky as she is, she better get some fucking good outerwear for winters in Cleveland. I know she’s too damn smart to have been amongst the chowder heads that had to be rescued yesterday. Yeah, ice fishing when the temperature is 50-60F. Good idea. Pass me a beer.

    6. NO,NO, NO, NOT AT ALL, please don’t misunderstand, and sorry but I fell asleep and didn’t finish reading, but will finish when I get home. But your story slep w/me all night. hehehe. Oma

    7. Okay, I am officially worried… we are starting out with Dylena, but it sounds like we are going to have a bit of turmoil. Is Carmen going to tempt Helena? Will Dylan fall off the wagon and jeopardize everything that is important to her? oh the drama!

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