Chapter 3
From the time that Liz Moreno had arrived at State University, Nancy Spencer had done her best to befriend the young woman and make her feel at home in every way.
Liz had been an honor student in her home town of Gallup, New Mexico, and when it came time for her to go to college, she realized that she needed financial assistance to be able to attend at all. Her father worked as a gas station attendant, and the fact that Liz came from a family of eight brothers and sisters meant that the week's paycheck was being constantly stretched beyond its limits. Her mother did odd jobs and occasionally worked in the fields at some of the many ranches in the small town situated one hundred miles west of Albuquerque, but the heavy demands on her time to raise a family were so great that she could not afford to leave home as often as she otherwise would have.
Throughout high school Liz maintained a part time job working in a drug store, contributing money to support the family, and at school she excelled brilliantly in the classroom and on the school paper, of which she became editor both her junior and senior years.
Recognizing that the young woman had great promise, but also cognizant of the acute money problems her family faced, the Moreno family and her teachers at school were hoping that somehow a way could be found for her to secure a scholarship so that she could attend college.
Liz faithfully applied for scholarships to numerous universities both in and out of New Mexico, and the problem she kept confronting was that scholarships were limited and, whenever a school was in doubt concerning applicants to reward, they would choose those who had come from more established high schools.
State University had thought enough of her academic promise to send her a plane ticket so she could travel to the school and be interviewed by university officials. It was during these interviews that a counselor in administration struck upon an idea. There was an opening in the sports information department with the departure of a graduate journalism student, who had since left to take a writing job for a Chicago television station. The university took a long look at the young woman's high school background, discovering that, prior to the time that she had become editor of her school paper, she had served as sports editor.
The university eventually offered the young woman a scholarship in which her tuition would be paid and she would have a chance to earn additional money working twenty-five hours a week in the sports information department.
Liz Moreno's boss, along with everyone else who had come into contact with her, was happy over the strides she had made in a few short months on the job. At first she seemed overawed by being thrust into a new situation in a strange city, one so much larger and busier than the town from which she had come, and it was Nancy Spencer, at the encouragement of Coach Story, who had befriended her and had done her best to make the young woman feel properly at home.
It was a quiet Wednesday evening in Nancy's apartment, and Liz Moreno was sitting in the living room with the blonde woman as they relaxed looking at television following dinner, which Nancy had ably prepared.
The two women were bored with the routine melodrama they were watching, and so Nancy asked Liz if it would be all right for her to turn the set off. Liz promptly agreed.
After turning off the television, Nancy talked her friend into having some wine with her, and so, as they sipped the wine in the quietness of evening, they began to talk. At first conversation revolving around the successful football season that State was thus far enjoying.
"Coach Story is very optimistic," Nancy told Liz Moreno. "He feels that if the team can win the rest of its games, there's a good chance they'll get a bowl game offer."
"That will be great. That's what I keep hearing around the office, too. It would be State's first bowl bid in five years."
"But all that aside, Liz. How are things going with you?"
"Oh. Very well. I'm happy with the way things are going."
"Good. There's just one thing that worries me a little about you," Nancy said, her voice registering concern.
"What's that?"
"Your social life. You're such an attractive young woman and there are all kinds of guys on this-campus wanting to take you out. As a matter of fact, I've had some guys on the football team asking me if I thought there was a chance of getting a date for them. They said they just can't seem to get to know you."
"I have been very busy."
"You've been invited to a lot of parties and I can't remember either seeing you or hearing about you going to any of them."
"That's because I haven't been to any of them.
"That's what I thought. Mind telling me why?"
"Well, this is my first year in school, and the first year is always the hardest. This is my big chance, an opportunity to make good, and I'm concentrating as hard as I can to see that I make the most of it."
"That's very well and good, but have you ever heard about what can happen if a person concentrates too hard?"
"You mean if they overwork?"
"That's exactly what I mean. You can overdo it and then things start, to go in reverse. You can actually go backwards. I think it's really important for you to get out and have a little fun. I'm telling you that as a friend."
"Maybe you're right. I know it sometimes has been tough to concentrate when I spend as much time on my work as I've been doing."
"Of course it is. You need to ease off a little. You know, you are a very pretty young woman."
"Thank you. That makes me feel good to get a compliment like that from somebody as pretty as you are. I remember what I thought the first time I saw you."
"What did you think, dear?" the blonde asked with a smile.
"I thought to myself that I wished I looked like you did. You looked so beautiful and confident. I wanted to be like you in every way. I couldn't help but admire you."
"You're being too kind," Nancy smiled.
Nancy could see that Liz Moreno was looking up to her as she would an older sister. She was happy to see that such a high level of admiration was present. Nancy thought that she could convert the admiration to positive advantage as far as her goals were concerned.
The blonde eased her body over toward Liz' on the sofa. She stared into the alert, captivatingly lovely brown eyes of the beautiful young Chicano girl. She could see the same level of idealism, some of which was born of naivete, that had characterized her at a comparable stage of her life. Now was the time, she reasoned, to bring this lovely young woman into immediate touch with the world of reality.
Nancy stared at Liz' coal black hair, her smooth olive skin, her sensuous red lips, and her stunning figure. Nancy had always loved the curvaceousness of the young woman's firm buttocks and the beauty of her equally firm breasts. Somebody had to loosen this dazzling beauty up and she considered herself to be as good a candidate as any, particularly since Liz already had a strong admiration for her and had demonstrated friendship toward her on so many occasions.
"You really have what it takes, Liz," she whispered to the young brunette, "What beautiful smooth skin. What a gorgeous figure. Yes, you've definitely got what it takes."
Nancy leaned forward and eased her fingers toward the young Chicano woman's breasts.
Slowly and softly she let them glide inside her blouse and brassiere until they were scraping with soothing warmth against the firm, ripe flesh. Just touching the dazzling Liz Moreno caused vibrations of excitement to circulate profusely through her entire body, particularly between her slightly quivering legs.
Although Nancy was touching her breasts, it was all happening on such a slow and seemingly non-erotic scale that Liz did not initially react in shock. She recalled several times when some of her closer girl friends in high school had expressed admiration and she had let them touch her there. She had drawn the line on any activity beyond that, however, and that was as far as things had gone.
Now here was another woman who apparently possessed the same level of admiration for her reaching out and smoothly massaging her breasts. It did feel good to Liz to experience the sensation of the fingers making slow but sure contact with the warmth of her breasts, but she was also starting to worry just a little about what Nancy had in mind. She also was starting to worry about the strange vibrations beginning to circulate through her own body.
"Yes. Lovely, very lovely," Nancy purred as she continued to finger the young woman's breasts.
While Nancy continued to let her fingers make slow but steady erotic contact with the warmth of Liz Moreno's firm breasts, she suddenly leaned her head forward. Nancy puckered up her lips, then let them make swift plunging contact against Liz' lips.
This time Liz' body convulsed and she reacted in shock, doing her best to immediately pull back her lips, to thwart Nancy in her efforts. The determined blonde, however, was not to be denied as her lips pressed firmly against those of the young woman and her fingers continued to press against her breasts, only a good deal tighter and more resolutely than before.
When Nancy eventually released her lips from Liz, the younger woman immediately voiced a protest, one which came out more as fear than as anger. The ring of authority was clearly missing, but the measure of fearful uncertainty all too evident.
"Stop, Nancy. You don't know what you're doing," she shrieked. "This is wrong, all wrong."
"No, it isn't, my dear, and furthermore I don't believe you think it is, either. Not really. Look at the way your body is shaking. It's because you can feel the waves of excitement. That's why."
"No. That isn't it. Please. Don't do that again."
"I won't. This time I've got something else in mind."
Once more young Liz was taken by surprise over an abrupt move on the part of Nancy.
The blonde leaned forward, and as she clutched Liz' breasts tightly, she thrust her steaming red tongue forward, quickly forcing it inside of Liz' mouth.
Liz did her best to fight off Nancy's efforts, but she had clearly been taken by surprise once more, and by the time she was ready to put forward some resistance the blonde was already wielding her tongue with crisp anxiety inside the young woman's mouth. All that Liz could do was gulp and gasp in complete desperation as the activity continued in the form of the rapid fire, pistoning tongue thrusts directed inside of Liz' mouth.
While Nancy's hotly pulsating tongue continued to slip and slide inside the wetness of the Chicano woman's oral cavern, the blonde promptly released her crisp fingers from Liz' breasts and soon she was throwing her arms around Liz.
While the steaming tongue action continued, Nancy guided Liz down from the sofa and toward the rug, onto which they toppled as one with a loud thud.
Tongue continued to spiritedly lash against tongue as the desperate Liz made several attempts to free herself from Nancy's grasp, but on each occasion she was unsuccessful.
The striking young brunette was presently experiencing a kind of unique agony, something markedly different from any sensation that she had previously encountered in her life.
There was a certain fear present over the fact that she was experiencing waves of sensation shooting through her whole body from the combination of the tongue kiss and the finger activity directed toward her alabaster breasts. She could not help but feel that these sensations were tragically wrong, and she particularly feared what they might portend.
Tongue clashed with tongue for several more impactful minutes, after which Nancy released her tongue from Liz' mouth. When she did she put her fingers to work swiftly prying the young woman's blouse off amidst trembles and shrieks of protest from Liz over what was happening to her.
"Stop, stop, you've gone out of your mind," she shouted. "You're doing such awful things to me!"
"I'm out of my mind with lust," Nancy laughed.
By then Nancy was determined that nothing would dislodge her from achieving her goal, that of removing every stitch of clothing from the brunette. She pulled and tugged until Liz' blouse was removed. The young Chicano woman shouted a fresh series of protests now that her blouse had been removed.
"Stop, stop, oh, don't, please stop," she exclaimed. "Now quiet down, darling, and learn to enjoy this. Everything is gonna be just fine. We're all gonna have a spectacular time. You'll learn how much enjoyment you can have with me after you get over these hysterics and learn to enjoy yourself."
"No. This is wrong, this is evil. You've gone out of your mind, Nancy. I don't know what's gotten into you. Stop right now and leave me alone. Let me go."
Nancy was not about to release her beautiful victim. She was too enamored with her, and of the numerous erotic possibilities that lay ahead.
Now that Liz Moreno's blouse had been removed and tossed aside, it was time to separate her from her brassiere. Nancy's fingers moved with quick aggressiveness as she let them clutch against the straps of the white brassiere, setting up another chorus of desperate protest from the beautiful Chicano.
"You're making things even worse," she exclaimed. "Stop. Please stop right now."
Nancy was not about to pay a solitary bit of attention to the protests of her friend as she pried off her brassiere, then stared down at the ripe succulence of her magnificent breasts, which she immediately fondled with great delight.
"Oh, darling, it feels so good touching these," she said. "These are such lovely breasts."
"Oh, please let go," a terrified Liz Moreno begged. "Let go of my breasts. Don't touch them like that."
"It's natural for women to reach out and touch each other," Nancy responded. "You have such lovely breasts, dear, and all I'm doing is showing you a little affection."
Despite the fact that the confused and distraught Liz Moreno was outwardly protesting over what was happening to her, Nancy could tell from the troubled expression on her face that the young woman's resistance was quickly dwindling. There was a side of her that had already been bowled over by the blonde's abundant charms.
"You're beautiful, absolutely beautiful," Nancy exclaimed.
Finally Nancy released her fingers from the Chicano's breasts. Her next step was to remove her slacks, and as she reached down and grabbed hold of them emphatically, the confusion within Liz grew by leaps and bounds and she heaved a series of desperate gasps, followed by more words of protest.
"Stop, oh, please stop," she begged.
Now all authority had gone from her voice, and Nancy immediately detected not only a tone of confusion, but also that of resignation in which the young woman was beginning to reconcile herself not only to her present fate, but to her future fate as well.
Nancy's heart began pounding with great anxiety as she quickly tugged off Liz Moreno's slacks, pulling them down her legs and off of her, then immediately reaching out and grabbing a firm hold of the Chicano woman's wispy white panties.
"Oh, no, I'll be naked and totally helpless," Liz shrieked. "Please, Nancy. Stop now."
"Honey, by now I don't think you even want me to stop."
"Oh, but I do. This is humiliating."
"Nonsense. There's nothing humiliating about one woman seeing another woman naked.
You know better than that."
"In some settings maybe so, but not this way. You're almost tearing my things off of me."
"I wouldn't be pulling so hard if you weren't making it tougher on me, my sweet. Your body stiffens, you pull away, and that makes the whole thing that much harder. Just relax a little and everything'll come much easier."
"But it shouldn't come easier. It shouldn't happen at all. Please stop and don't bother me anymore. Not like this, Nancy. Oh, please stop, I beg of you."
"You're so stunning, and now I'm gonna see you completely naked," Nancy panted gleefully. "I can hardly wait to see you that way. Oh, this is gonna be super."
She pulled and slid her panties with resolute swiftness down the olive-skinned beauty's legs. Even though her legs were kicking back and forth, the situation did not pose any great difficulty for the stunning and determined Nancy.
Before long Nancy had totally removed the Chicano's panties, and now she was lying totally naked on the rug as Nancy's alert eyes hungrily appraised Liz Moreno.
Nancy's eyes gleefully took in the inspiring sight of the young woman's nest. She peered closely at the curly strands of coal black pubic hair, and at the succulent pinkness of the Chicano's vagina flesh.
"What a superb body," Nancy licked her lips with lascivious anticipation as Liz lay there vulnerably exposed. "I'm gonna get the same way, my dear. I'm gonna completely strip and we're gonna have ourselves a beautiful time."
While Liz continued to lie there on the rug, her beautiful body on full display, the blonde got up and began removing her dress. She did her best to entice the brunette in the process, hoping to throw off many erotic signals and trap her in the same spell in which she had snared so many men.
Nancy wiggled her buttocks provocatively as she removed her dress. Once that she pulled it off she lay stretched out for several seconds a few feet away from Liz on the rug, clad only in her powder blue bikini panties and matching brassiere.
She reached out and promptly tugged at her brassiere, thrusting her breasts back and forth as she did, watching Liz all the while. She was pleased to notice the manner in which Liz' eyes widened as she stared at her breasts, after which she turned her head away in fear, seeking to deny to herself what her instincts were actually feeling.
Finally Nancy tossed her brassiere casually aside, reaching down with both hands and allowing her firm, tenacious fingers to clutch and twist against the warmth of her breasts.
Her fingers squeezed with great determination as she sought to do everything she could to excite young Liz even before she made more overt moves.
After releasing her fingers from the ripeness of her highly aroused breasts, Nancy reached down and clutched at her panties, which she pulled down her legs, which were quivering with a sense of surging anticipation and excitement.
"Oh, it's gonna feel good to have everything off," Nancy swooned, letting her alluring buttocks wiggle back and forth several times as she noticed the young Chicano woman watching.
Nancy eventually kicked off her panties and prepared to launch into some more action.
She threw her arms around her lover's body and pressed forward ardently with her lips, letting them find their mark against the ripeness of her lover's lips.
When Nancy withdrew her lips from those of her lover, she reached down with her probing tongue and let it glide with dexterous skill against the brunette's ripe breasts.
"Oh, no, this is going too far," Liz sighed with desperation.
Nancy could tell that the seduction was moving forward with great success. Her racing tongue kept finding the mark against the nubile boobs of the young brunette. She loved the way that her tits responded to the swift thrusting movements as she glided her sharply undulating breasts upward toward the oncoming piercing stabs of the blonde's sweeping tongue.
A few moments later there were no more verbal protests issuing from the brunette, and now Nancy was gliding her tongue superbly against the prickly pink nipples of Liz. She could tell just how hard they were from pressing her sensitively probing tongue against them, and that indicated one thing as far as Nancy was concerned. Liz was turning on and fast, no matter what she might be trying to convince herself of to the contrary.
Once that Nancy had finished salaciously slurping the brunette's breasts and nipples with pulsating intensity, she reached down and let her flaming red digit sweep up and down gracefully against the trembling thigh of the olive-skinned woman.
Nancy distinctly heard the purring sounds emanating from Liz, emphatically indicating she was indeed enjoying what was happening, and after several swift, commanding thrusts she turned her spirited tongue loose on her right thigh.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh," Liz finally swooned.
Never had Liz ever been thrilled by the tongue of anyone in the manner in which Nancy was turning her on at that moment, directing her spirited tongue with sizzling intensity as she pushed it time and again first up and down her right thigh, then her left, after which she would reverse the process once more.
After driving her tongue unrestrainedly against Liz' thighs for a few more torrid strokes, Nancy then went to work asserting her tongue up between the shapely brunette's trembling legs, letting it register with slow, exploratory strokes against the pulsating pussy of the young Chicano.
At first Liz' body dramatically stiffened as she made one last effort to resist the stirring tongue movements of her intensely aroused lover, but soon enough, after the assertive Nancy commenced gliding her tongue more swiftly than before, her hips and buttocks dramatically swayed and she could do nothing other than cry out in the loudest and most emphatic manner: "OOOO OOOOHHHHH, SSSSSSOOOOOOOOO NICE, OOOOOHHHHHHH, I DON'T BELIEVE IT! OOOOOHHHHHH, SO GOOD!"
By then Nancy's fingers were simultaneously gliding up and down the Chicano's thighs as she pushed her ever nearer to the point of a rousing climax.
Liz Moreno's breathing was now coming in short gusts of air. She would inhale quickly and dispel the air with the same degree of rapidity as she was pushed that much closer to the stirring moment of climactic satisfaction.
"Keep doing it," Liz cried out unashamedly. "Oh, yes. Do it to me! Suck, suck, really drive your tongue. I need it so bad. I can't believe anything could feel this good!"
The stirring tongue of the blonde beauty kept on ravishing her lover's intensely aroused vagina as she pushed her that much nearer to the state of a glorious orgasm.
Nancy was ecstatic over the fact that now she had young Liz right where she wanted her, begging for each succeeding thrust that the blonde's hungry tongue asserted.
"Oh, I'm almost there, almost there," Liz announced. "Just keep that hot tongue working.
Drive it inside me. Slide it in my pussy. Oh, do it, do it, do it!"
The drilling tongue of Nancy surged forward once more as it made contact with the sodden pussy of Liz. Finally Liz' entire body began dramatically and rapidly trembling as the drops of spirited pussy fluid exploded from her organ.
"OOOOO OOOOHHHHHHHHH, DO IT, KEEP DOING IT!" she sighed. "I LOVE THE WAY THAT TONGUE IS WORKING! AAAGGGGHHHH, YES, YES, YES, I LOVE IT!"
The drops of liquid sprayed voluminously into Nancy's waiting mouth as Liz Moreno's hips and ass-cheeks twisted and spasmed in the process of the delirious orgasm.
The sharply attacking tongue of the stunning blonde drained every drop of vaginal fluid from Liz Moreno's organ. She then released it and stretched out in the middle of the rug, reaching down and slowly gliding her fingers against her love nest.
"C'mon, darling, and take care of me," she beckoned.
Still very much in the throes of passion, the brunette eased her body over toward her lover and stared at her glistening blonde pubic hairs, and at the restless pink vagina that rested beneath them.
"Now it's your turn, darling," Nancy said softly. "Just put your tongue to work. Give it to me!" Liz slowly, a little fearfully, glided her tongue downward toward the pussy of the blonde woman. When she had pushed it down far enough, to where she was extra close to her organ, the blonde reached out and gripped her head firmly, holding it in place. "Steady now, honey," Nancy said softly, easing her grip, not wanting to give Liz Moreno the impression that she was being intimidated, preferring instead for the younger woman to let things develop on a more gradual and voluntary level. She was convinced that Liz would fall into place as long as she was not coaxed too hard or too fast. "Now really get that tongue working, darling. Just ease it against my pussy in the beginning and let things develop. After you've given it a little bit of a chance everything is gonna be just fine. So c'mon and put your tongue to work, my sweet. I want to show you how to really enjoy yourself. You liked it when I went down on you and you're gonna love it when you do the same to me. Let's really get into it and enjoy ourselves."
Just hearing the reassuring tones of the older woman's voice caused Liz to feel a greater measure of confidence. She had covered a lot of fresh ground lately, but she knew that she had farther to go.
Finally the brunette eased her tongue against the sodden warmth of the blonde's font, prompting Nancy to let out a sigh of wild exhilaration over the contact that was taking place.
"Let that beautiful tongue glide," the blonde exclaimed. "Oh, plant it inside me. Really let it go. Drive it inside my box. C'mon my dear and let's really get into it."
The blonde's hips swirled and she heaved a series of gasps, which prompted the younger woman to become more impressionable, as well as desirous to provide Nancy with some satisfaction.
"Keep that busy tongue working," Nancy declared. "You've got a great tongue, my darling.
I want you to really put it to work. Oh, I want to feel it probing into my nest. Keep it sliding and driving. I want it, I really want it."
Gradually the young woman continued warming up to the challenge, until eventually she started to generate speed and enthusiasm. As she inhaled the scent of her lover's femininity she began to realize that the act in which she was engaging with Nancy involved total empathy. This was an act that she could truly understand and appreciate, being a woman herself, that of working her tongue inside the sweltering pink orifice of another woman until the juices spurted from Nancy's vagina.
"That's it, you're doing just great," Nancy declared. "Oh, your tongue is really making me tingle. You're putting just the right emphasis into every stroke, my darling. Keep up this beautiful pace, really drive your tongue. Oh, plant it inside my box. Really drive it. Make me juice."
While Nancy's buttocks continued to dance, her legs kicked back and forth unrestrainedly as the volley of fiery tongue thrusts continued and she was propelled that much closer to orgasm.
Nancy could not help but be greatly impressed over the skilled and determined manner in which young Liz had asserted herself with respect to the blazing tongue action. Back and forth she thrust her fiery oral digit as she propelled her lover that much nearer to the state of a stormy climax.
"A few more strokes and you'll have me off," Nancy declared. "Oh, what a fiery tongue, what a great tongue. You're learning so fast, you're so great at what you're doing."
The swift volley of dazzling movement continued as the rapidly slicing tongue of the brunette kept on finding the mark time and again against the searing organ of the shapely blonde.
"Oh, baby, I'm tingling all over," a breathless Nancy exclaimed. "Just keep on working that driving tongue. Oh, I'm so close now and it feels so good."
Liz continued bearing down with her blazing tongue, whipping it with solid assertiveness as it plunged over and over again against its responsive target, and as Nancy found herself marching inexorably forward, proceeding that much closer to the state of a stormy explosion, she reached out and let her trembling fingers slide up and down against the perspiration-stained back of Liz.
"Oh, baby, your tongue is just tearing up my pussy," Nancy gasped. "Keep on driving it, really do it. Oh, how I want it! I can't get enough of it. What a tongue!"
A few assertive tongue thrusts later the juices began toppling from the steaming orifice of the brunette, splashing unrestrainedly into the hot, open mouth of Liz, who was now in a position to taste the fruits of her efforts.
"OOOOO OOOOHHHHHHHH, WHAT ACTION!" Nancy exclaimed. "WHAT A FANTASTIC TONGUE YOU HAVE! KEEP DRIVING IT INTO ME! OH, SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF THE JUICE, HONEY, EVERY PRECIOUS DROP!"
The hotly slurping tongue continued finding the mark, driving with blistering zeal as it worked inside the sweltering confines of Nancy's organ while she continued to explode, the erupting juices spraying from her.
"Oh, darling, you're so good," the compliments oozed spontaneously from Nancy. "Just keep your hot tongue sliding inside me. Oh, really work it, drain every drop out of my pussy!"
A few rapid fire thrusts later, the brunette was swallowing the final drops of tantalizing cuntal fluid from her lover's organ. She then removed her tongue from her nest.
"I can't relate to any of this," Liz Moreno shook her head perplexedly when it was all over.
"You needed this, darling," Nancy assured her, patting her on top of the head. "You're a really beautiful woman and you needed some stimulation. It's only natural for a girl with your beauty to be made over. And it didn't hurt to make over me, either. Hell. We've both got great faces and bodies, so why not supply each other with some pleasure?"
"I still can't relate to all that went on," she repeated. "I did so much. I did things I never dreamed I could do or ever would do, and once I got started it all seemed to get so much easier."
"Of course it did. You got hot, that's what happened, and then your instincts took over," Nancy explained smilingly. "You might look on all this now as weird, but in time you're gonna look back on all this and realize that it was natural enough. In fact, if I hadn't seduced you somebody else would have."
"What makes you say that?"
"I'll tell you why. You've been throwing yourself into your work, your studies. You've done so very well, my dear. But you've lost sight of something so very important."
"What did I lose sight of?"
"That life does not consist solely of work. You have to have some play along the way. You need to loosen up a little, and you just weren't doing that."
"I suppose that part is true."
"Didn't you have even a faint desire, for instance, to go out with one of those many guys around here? You know, scores of them are just aching for the chance to take you out."
"Yes. I guess I did."
"So why didn't you go out and have some fun?"
"I guess it was because I realized that this was my big chance to really make something of myself in life and I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it."
"You are very conscientious, my darling," Nancy acknowledged, "but it would still do you a whale of good to reshape your thinking at least a little."
"Perhaps you're right," Liz Moreno said. "All I know is that I still feel plenty weird about all that happened."