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I yanked Carla into a hug, sliding my hand down her back as her wet nearly-naked body pressed against mine. Her mouth brushed my cheek, my lips touched her jaw, but we were clumsy, excited, and rushed, so it wasn’t a real kiss. We broke apart and climbed out of the pool as fast as we could. Jim gave us the location we needed to head to next, a hotel in Colorado Springs that he said was only about forty-five minutes away. We threw our clothes over our wet swimsuits and rushed back to the car with the lesbian bikers right on our tail. As we strapped into our seat belts, I watched Carla with an odd mixture of exhilaration and satisfaction. We’d defeated the challenge and we still knew each other well, even after my six year absence. She still wanted to be friends with me. Maybe I hadn’t rui
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