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All Shall Be Well Again (FFM MF, 1st-bi)
by Shancell B.
**
Three naked bodies hit the water simultaneously and
disappeared. A moment later, three heads broke the
surface screaming in unison Yow, it's cold! Their
traditional yell was truer than usual: notwithstanding
the unseasonable heat of Indian Summer, October was
pushing the limits of the season for their favorite
swimming hole.
Why did I let you two talk me into this? yelled Jill,
her teeth chattering, mostly for effect.
Holly's jaw dropped, also for effect. Who talked who
into what?
Funny, said her brother Terry, I seem to remember
saying No way in hell am I going in that water, Indian
Summer or no.
With a glance at each other, brother and sister began
splashing their friend for all they were worth. Jill
gave back as good as she received, but she was
outnumbered four hands to two, and finally surrendered
by diving under the water. She surfaced near the bank
and climbed out, saying Okay, I'm done.
The hell you are! Holly and Terry clambered out as fast
as the water would let them, and proceeded to chase the
laughing Jill up and down the bank until they
outflanked her. Still giggling, Jill found herself
taken by hands and feet and swung ceremoniously back
into the swimming hole. When she surfaced, the two
siblings were grappling, trying to throw each other in.
Holly was victorious, and no sooner had Terry hit the
water then he was scrambling out again, friendly
vengeance on his face. But Holly was already jumping
in, accepting the inevitable. Spoilsport, said Terry,
making a face.
Oh, kiss and make up, you two, said Jill, and when they
had, she added, Am I forgiven too?
Well, just this once, replied Holly, kissing her.
Only if you promise never, ever to do it again, said
Terry, completing the circle by kissing Jill. But this
last kiss lasted rather longer than the first two, and
neither saw Holly's face as she turned away and climbed
out.
It is cold, said Terry. Enough?
Enough, agreed Jill, and they joined Holly on the bank.
The three stood shivering, hugging themselves, though
the setting sun was still hot.
I don't suppose... began one, That anyone thought to
bring... continued another, Towels? finished the third.
None of them had figured on swimming when planning an
overnight camping trip in October. Bathing suits were
no problem; they probably wouldn't have brought them
even in July, as the trio had been skinny-dipping
together since grammar school. But the question of how
to dry themselves hung in the air until Terry suggested
running around and let the wind do it. The motion
passed for lack of a better one, and they raced all
through the trees around the swimming hole until they
dropped with exhaustion.
As they lay panting on the ground, Terry gazed at the
two girls ( oops young women he reminded himself) who
had been his best friends since forever: Jill with her
blonde hair, her slender body whose secrets he had just
recently begun to know, and a face worth dying for;
Holly with hair and eyes the same brown as his own, her
face so much plainer than Jill's, but to Terry no less
beautiful, her body comfortably plump, especially her
breasts, those wonderful breasts that a part of him
longed to touch, even as the rest of him shied away
from the forbidden temptation. Terry was suddenly aware
that he had an erection, and no graceful way to hide
it. Too late, the girls had already seen it. Oops, he
said sheepishly, blushing furiously.
Holly got up. I'll get the fire going, she said, and
leave you two alone.
Terry and Jill watched Holly hurry away, and looked at
each other uncomfortably. That fall they had started
college, choosing the same one more by coincidence than
by design. Knowing nobody else in their new
environment, they had clung to each other for support,
and it was both a profound shock and the most natural
thing in the world when their intimate friendship of so
many years blossomed into romance. By the time they had
been in school a month, they had given each other their
virginity.
But Holly, a year older, had entered a different
college, and they couldn't all be together as often as
in high school. And when Jill and Terry became lovers,
though nobody said a word, Holly knew it. And that was
when the trouble began.
We can't go on like this, said Jill as she sat beside
Terry, their backs against a tree.
I know. It's tearing her apart. He sighed. I wish we
could make her understand. It doesn't change anything
between her and I, or her and you.
Well, I'm afraid it does.
Well, it shouldn't. They sat in silence for a while.
I love you both so much, said Terry, And I'd never do
anything to hurt either of you. Not if I knew it was
going to. I feel the same way. But now we know, don't
we? I feel like I've betrayed her, by taking you as...
Your lover?
Yeah. Terry? Tears were filling Jill's eyes. Do you
think we could... go back to...
Just being friends? Terry nodded slowly. But I love
making love with you. I don't want to give that up.
Oh god, neither do I, but is it worth losing Holly? The
tears were running down her face now. She'll always be
your sister, but I don't think I can stand to lose her,
and I am!
Terry took her in his arms and held her while her tears
fell, and some of his own as well. At last, when their
sobs had ceased, he said Okay, Jill. What we did was a
wonderful thing, and I'll never regret it. But it was a
mistake. Are we still friends?
Oh, yes! Jill cried, and more tears fell. As they
watched the sun disappear behind the distant mountains,
Terry remarked, with a catch in his throat, You know, I
feel like the sun is going down on our friendship.
It's not.
I know. But that's how I feel. They started back toward
camp, close together but not touching. I guess we
better stick to the official sleeping arrangements,
huh?
It's ironic, Holly said to herself as she set about
starting the fire. Jill could have had any boy in high
school goodness knows they were all chasing after her.
All except Terry. I guess that's why they've been such
good friends, because he never tried to put the make on
her. Of course, she grinned at the thought, He always
figured he never had a chance with her anyway, with her
being so beautiful, and him with his face as plain as
mine. Not ugly, mind you, but nothing that would turn a
girls head. She sighed sadly. How nice it must be to be
beautiful, to never have to go on diets, to always have
everyone looking at you, admiring you. She stopped in
her tracks, the skillet she was carrying forgotten. I'm
jealous! Jealous of Jill's looks, and I've never been
jealous of her before. And I'm jealous of her romance
with Terry. Thinking about the way they looked at each
other, Holly knew she had never felt that way about
anybody. At least, not about any of the boys I went out
with. Certainly nobody's ever felt that way about me.
And when they look at each other like that, I feel so
left out, so alone, so superfluous. Brushing away a
tear, she set the skillet to heat on the fire and sat
staring into the flames until Terry and Jill returned.
Dinner was a somber affair, with nobody speaking much.
When all the food had been eaten or put away or tossed
into the woods for the scavengers, Jill spoke. Holly,
Terry and I have something to tell you. Holly forced a
smile. You're getting married?
There was an uncomfortable silence.
Not quite, said Terry. No, Jill and I have been
talking, and we've decided Jill and I thought that you
I mean that we he looked helplessly at Jill.
What Terry's trying to say is that we've realized that
we made a mistake.
A mistake?
All of us were happy together when we were just
friends, and that's how we want it to be again.
Holly said nothing, but looked from Jill to Terry and
back again.
What she's trying to say, said Terry, Is that we
realize how left out we've made you feel, and we...
No! Holly interrupted, Don't do this because of me! You
love each other, and I can't I won't her words failed,
and she burst into tears.
Of course we love each other, Jill said, putting her
arm around her, We'll always love each other. But we
love you too, and to break up our friendship...
It's too high a price to pay just for sex. Terry's
words left a bitter taste in his mouth. It not just the
sex, he thought.
But after the tears there were hugs and kisses (short
ones between everyone now), and when Terry and Holly
brought out their dulcimers, it was just like old times
as they talked and laughed and sang the evening away.
And when they sang Julian of Norwich, the words seemed
to have been written just for them:
Love, like the yellow daffodil is coming through the
snow, Love, like the yellow daffodil is lord of all I
know. Ring out, bells of Norwich and let the winter
come and go, All shall be well again, I know.
All shall be well, I'm telling you, let the winter come
and go, All shall be well again, I know.
I wish I had a face and a figure like yours, said Holly
to Jill as they made ready to sleep in the larger of
the two tents, Terry having retired to the smaller.
Whatever for?
Oh, don't give me that crap. Look at this face. Plain
as cheap vanilla pudding. Look at this body. Flab
everywhere. My ass is too big. My boobs are too big.
Well, I think you have lovely boobs.
They're awful, they get in the way, I can't run without
having them bounce like basketballs. How would you like
to carry around weights like these? Feel this. Reaching
into her nightgown, Holly bared a breast and held it up
with her hand. They did tend to sag when not supported
by a bra, Jill observed, but not all that much. Go
ahead, feel this weight.
Jill reached out and let Holly's breast fill her hand,
feeling its weight. She shivered, and took her hand
away. I still think they're lovely. Look at me, I'm
flat as a board. Which was not quite accurate, but the
only use Jill had ever found for a bra was for
accentuating what little she had.
Wanna trade? said Holly, blushing.
Sure! said Jill, and she blushed too.
Well, thought Terry, Old Morpheus is definitely nowhere
to be found in this tent, and it doesn't look like he's
going to come visiting any time soon. He sat up and
stared out of the tent. Guess I'll take a walk and see
if the god of sleep is lurking about in the woods.
As he wandered he thought about how strange life was,
and how unfair. How odd that of the few people he
considered his best friends, one should be his sister,
when just about everyone else he knew considered their
siblings, younger or older, to be nuisances. Not that
they never had fights, but whenever one of them needed
someone to celebrate with, or a shoulder to cry on, or
a leg to pull, the other had always been there. How odd
that another best friend should be the most sought-
after girl in high school, when he wouldn't have dared
even try to get her to go out with him. But he had
shared secrets with Jill that none of his girlfriends
had been privy to, and Jill in turn had trusted him
with confidences that only he and Holly had shared. And
how unfair that when fate had joined him and Jill
closer than ever before, it had threatened to destroy
the trio. It's really ironic, he thought, That of all
the women in the world that could be my lover, the two
I love most should be the least appropriate.
Terry was not the only one to be abandoned by Morpheus.
Jill had been lying in her sleeping bag, her thoughts
not far removed from Terry's, seeking the gift of
unconsciousness that Holly had already received.
Turning on her side, Jill gazed at her friend as she
lay half in and half out of her sleeping bag. Holly's
breasts rose and fell under the thin fabric of her
nightgown like swells on the Sea of Dreams, and Jill
remembered the icy thrill she had felt when she had,
just for a moment, held one of them. She pushed the
thought from her mind and looked away, out into the
night, but her eyes and thoughts returned to Holly, to
Holly's breasts. The longer Jill looked at Holly, the
more she wanted to reach out and touch her. And then
Jill's hand began to move, and she scarcely breathed as
she let it reach slowly across the short distance
between them. As it rose with her breath, one soft
mound filled Jill's trembling hand and a shiver of
excitement made Jill's entire body tingle. Carefully
she caressed her friend, fascinated by the liquid
texture of the others flesh. When her fingers
encountered a little bump and felt it grow under their
touch, and Jill shivered again. Holly sighed, and Jill
glanced up at her face.
Holly's eyes had opened.
As they stared at each other through that long frozen
moment of time, Holly's eyes showed only an intense
awareness of Jill's presence, and Jill unable to even
think, let alone move, until at length Holly whispered,
You really think they're pretty?
Jill swallowed I think they're beautiful. I think
you're beautiful. Jill felt that she couldn't have
broken Holly's gaze if her life depended on it. No, she
thought, I feel like my life depends on holding this
gaze forever. Holly's face seemed to grow until Jill
couldn't see anything else, until all she could see
were Holly's brown eyes, full of uncertainty and trust,
until at last she felt their lips touch, and Jill's
eyes finally closed as their kiss branded their souls
with an affirmation of their friendship and their love.
Nothing, Jill whispered, No one can change how I feel
about you. Holly's only reply was another kiss, but her
eyes were full of tears. She looked down to where
Jill's hand still held her breast. Jill felt the blood
rush to her face and looked away, withdrawing her hand.
But Holly took Jill's hand in hers and held it, saying
No, wait.
Jill waited.
Please Holly's whisper was almost inaudible. Please
keep touching me?
Jill cupped Holly's trembling breast with her hand,
squeezing it gently, and kissed Holly once more. This
time their lips parted, and the kiss took them beyond
mere friendship to an intimacy Holly had only dreamed
of. This, thought Holly, This is what they must feel.
When their eyes met again, Jill saw reflected in
Holly's eyes her own uncertainty about what was
happening, and her aching need that it keep on
happening. Then together, moving so slowly that neither
could be sure whether she was leading or following,
they drew off their nightgowns.
Now four hands touched four naked breasts, large and
small, amid kisses and hugs. And the kisses moved from
lips to cheeks, from necks to shoulders, from arms to
hands to fingers, and then to the breasts beneath the
fingers. Gasps and sighs were exchanged as lips
discovered the taste of nipples, and fingers tangled in
brown hair and blonde. Jill's hand was the first to
dare straying between pair of thighs not her own, to
find the hidden moistness there; a moment later she
felt Holly's palm press against her own mound. Sighs
gave way to moans as two friends shared new secrets.
Legs moved to make room for questing fingers, which
moved gently, tentatively at first, then more quickly
as they grew wet with their spiraling passion.
After Jill and Holly had brought each other to long,
shuddering orgasms, Jill put her fingers, still sticky
from Holly's quim, to her lips. One smell, one taste,
and Jill knew what she was going to do next. Staring
into her friends eyes, Jill put her fingers in her
mouth, one after another, and slowly shifted her
position. When Jill was sure that Holly knew what she
intended, she lowered her head and planted a kiss full
on her pussy. Holly whimpered softly. Her thighs
parted, opening her sex like a flower. Jill had never
entertained lesbian fantasies; she was amazed at how
the sight of another woman's sex no, Holly's sex could
excite her so. And the taste of her was outside
anything she had ever imagined. Taking a deep breath,
Jill proceeded to kiss and taste every secret part of
Holly that she could reach.
Jill? whispered Holly, and Jill looked up with a start.
Oh, please don't stop, that feels so wonderful, but...
What, Holly?
Would you I mean I'd like to do that. To you. Can we do
it together?
After a few false starts with uncomfortable positions,
they settled down on their sides, each with her upper
leg cast over the other's body. Holly stared in
fascination at glistening crevice before her, all
shades of pink and coral. She had seen Jill naked many
times, but never like this. Jill felt a hot breath
tickle her nest, followed by a timid kiss, then
another, then a less timid kiss that lingered. A soft
tongue spread her lips and searched until it found her
clitoris, forcing an ahhhhh in response. From the tiny
button, Holly kissed all down the smooth wet furrow to
the secret entrance below, and then, stretching to
reach, slipped her tongue inside.
Jill?
Yes? she answered without looking up.
You taste wonderful.
Thanks. So do you. And the two friends began to make
love in earnest.
Passing by the girls tent on his way back to his own,
Terry heard a moan. That sounds like Jill, he thought,
But she only moans like that when we... There was
another moan, and this one wasn't from Jill. Unable to
accept what his ears were telling him, Terry knelt
behind the tent and put his eye to an ill-mended tear
in the fabric. This is not happening! He rubbed his
eyes and pinched himself before looking again. Jill,
his lover former lover he reminded himself and Holly,
his sister, were entwined in an embrace of unmistakable
intimacy. There was just enough moonlight shining into
the opening of the tent to see a blonde head nodding
rhythmically between a pair of plump thighs. Any
possible remaining doubt was eliminated by an
occasional wet smack or slurp. Those thighs My sister's
thighs! began to jerk spasmodically, and it was clearly
Holly's voice that breathed Jill... oh, Jill... Ohhhhh!
as Jill brought her to orgasm. A moment later it was
Jill who cried out softly as she came, her hips bucking
to press herself hard against Holly's hidden face.
After a while Holly spoke softly. I'd never have
guessed that you were gay. But it doesn't matter, she
hurried on, because...
I'm not, Jill interrupted.
Oh. Of course not. Well, bi then. But... Holly. You're
the second person I've ever made love with. You know
who the first was.
Oh. Well, this is my first time with anybody.
Holly! A sophomore in college and you're still a
virgin?
Come on, Jill, you'd have been the first to know if I'd
lost it. Yeah, okay. But hasn't there been anyone I
mean, I know you've had boyfriends, maybe not a lot,
but...
There wasn't ever anybody I wanted, not like that,
except there just wasn't anybody.
Jill thought of Terry, staring at his sister and
getting an erection. Except who?
Nobody, there wasn't anybody.
Holly. Look at me. Nobody except for who?
Holly whispered something too soft to hear.
Your brother? Oh god, Holly. Terry heard a sob. No,
Holly, listen to me! This afternoon, when Terry got a
hard-on, and you left? I was watching him, and he
wasn't looking at me, he was looking at you! No, that's
impossible.
It's true.
I don't believe you.
Why is him wanting you more impossible than you wanting
him? And why would I lie to you?
Is that why you and Terry broke up?
No! Terry doesn't even know that I know. And we haven't
broken up, we've come back together all three of us,
just like we've always been.
But Jill what have we done? Terry will know what
happened here tonight, as surely as I knew when you two
did it. What will he think?
Terry decided that the time had come to tell them
exactly what he thought. Moving quickly to the front of
the tent, he crouched down and crawled in. Both girls
stared at him in shock, fear and embarrassment, but he
moved directly to Holly, took her face gently in his
hands, and kissed her. You really want me, he
whispered, Like like I want you? Holly made no sound,
but her eyes spoke what her tongue could not. Their
lips met again, parted this time, and their arms made
circles around each other like some old, old vine.
Make love to me, pleaded Holly when they broke for air.
Jill had turned away so her friends wouldn't see her
tears, and hearing these words she crawled out of the
tent. But she heard her name from two voices speaking
as one, and reluctantly she returned.
Stay with us, urged Holly.
You've made love with both of us now, what's left to
hide? Terry added.
We want you here for this.
Jill looked at her two friends, her two lovers, who
were about to become lovers themselves, and she knew
that all would indeed be well again.
Holly lay back on her sleeping bag and watched Terry as
he removed his shorts. She reached out to touch his
erection, and he responded by stroking her breasts, and
then her quim. I've dreamed about this for a long time,
he said, bending over her to kiss first one nipple,
then the other. He began moving into position, but Jill
said Terry, wait. She's not protected like I am.
What? said Holly.
I'm on the pill. You're not. She looked at Terry. Do
you have a condom?
I don't want rubber inside me, I want Terry.
No, I don't have one.
Jill looked stricken. I don't want to say this, but I
think you should wait until you're safe. There's other
ways to make love...
I'm as safe now as I ever am! Haven't you noticed the
moon? Ever since her first period, Holly had been in
rhythm with the moon. This had caused Jill and Terry to
declare her their own personal goddess incarnate, to
Holly's acute embarrassment. But far from being a
simple joke, this synchronicity symbolized for them
their love and reverence for the outdoors.
She's right, Holly, said Terry, It's still a risk. What
would you do if you got pregnant? And by me, for god's
sake?
I don't want to wait, she pleaded, I want you to take
me right here, right now, with Jill here beside us.
Oh, Holly. Jill looked at her sadly. Look, what if he
pulls out before he comes. Would that be enough?
I wanted this to be perfect. Holly sighed. But you're
right. I won't put this off for another day, not for an
hour. So I guess we'll do it like you said.
Jill looked on as Terry settled down between Holly's
ample thighs, pausing to take each breast-berry into
his mouth, which caused Holly to moan until he silenced
her with another kiss. Holly reached between them and
stroked his rigid limb before guiding it to her sacred
spring, still wet from her lovemaking with Jill. Jill
knew that whatever was left of Holly's maidenhead would
be little or no hindrance, and she was happy that Holly
wouldn't have to lose her virginity in pain, as she
had. Terry slid smoothly into his sister, neither
quickly nor slowly, and Holly sucked in her breath in a
long gasp, her eyes widening as they stared into his.
Terry's eyes closed and he fell gently onto Holly,
murmuring her name over and over. As his hips began
rocking, Holly reached out to find Jill's hand, and for
the first time that day Jill felt her eyes fill with
tears of joy rather than sorrow.
Holly closed her eyes. She was full of him now, their
joining complete, and he paused for one long, wonderful
moment to savor the feeling of their bodies merged, his
within hers for the very first time, their souls like
two trees, grown together from close-planted seeds,
only now discovering that their roots were as
intertwined as their branches.
It was, understandably, not long at all before Terry's
breathing and movements betrayed his impending climax,
and Jill had to remind him to not increase Holly's risk
further. As soon as he emerged from his sister's
depths, a long jet arced out to land on her thigh. Jill
grabbed the bucking shaft and captured it with her
mouth, holding it there as Terry gasped out his orgasm.
I wish I'd done that, said Holly, as Jill licked the
last creamy drops from her leg. What's it taste like?
Jill answered by kissing Holly, letting her taste the
seed that she had wanted to feel inside her. Terry, you
left something unfinished here.
What?
You haven't made Holly come yet. Wouldn't you like to
find out what she tastes like?
Does she taste anything like you?
Better, said Jill, which caused Holly to blush.
Lets see. Terry leaned over Holly, who obligingly
parted her legs. As she felt his lips and tongue lead
her down the road to ecstasy, she reached out to stroke
Jill's breasts. Jill responded by kneeling next to
Terry to suck on Holly's nipples. Holly's hand found
its way to Jill's pussy, and Jill's hand reached
beneath Terry to fondle what she found there. This
proved awkward, and Jill had a better idea. Lying on
her back next to Holly, she wriggled around until she
was staring up at Terry's limp member, then drew her
knees up to her chest, presenting her blooming woman-
flower to Holly. After some shifting about to find
comfortable positions, Jill set forth to coax Terry's
cock back to life as he explored his sister's vagina
with his fingers and tongue, while Holly made a similar
exploration of Jill. By the time Holly came, Jill had a
very stiff penis in her mouth, which she removed to say
He's hard again, would you like a turn? Holly said she
would, so they switched places and Holly found herself
staring up at her first close-up view of a mans cock.
It bobbed about as Terry set to work eating Jill, and
Holly licked at it tentatively, chasing it around with
her tongue. She finally took it in her hand to hold it
still, and her touch coaxed pearly drops from the tip.
These she used as lubrication, and soon her hand moved
slickly back and forth around the fleshy pole. After a
few more licks, she aimed the bulbous head between her
lips and dared a real taste. Terry's cock pulsed as he
felt his Sister's lips close around it. Holly was
afraid he was going to come right then, but he didn't,
and she gradually took more and more into her mouth
until her gag reflex showed her, her limits.
After several happy minutes of love-making in this
fashion, Terry straightened up and collapsed onto his
back. Sorry, girls, he said, I mean, ladies. My knees
have had it.
Jill, said Holly, a bit timidly, Could I see you two
make love?
Jill hugged her. I was hoping you'd ask. She eyed the
prone Terry, and added I guess I better do the work.
She climbed atop him, straddling his hips, and said to
Holly Would you like to help?
Help how?
Jill grinned lewdly. Put us together. So Holly took
hold of Terry's staff and held it upright, then watched
in fascination as its rounded tip spread open the lips
of Jill's cunny and the whole long length slowly
disappeared inside her. Oh, wow, whispered Holly.
Yeah, breathed Jill.
Holly watched them, first from the front, then from the
rear, as Jill rode up and down, spearing herself on
Terry's long pole. Twice she helped rejoin them,
delighting in feeling their slippery skin slide
together under her fingers.
Then Jill suggested Why don't you sit on his face?
Holly giggled at the phrase, which she had always
before heard as an epithet. She knelt over Terry's
head, facing Jill, and lowered her ample derriere until
she felt the touch of a tongue in the crack of her
bottom. Shifting backward, she pressed her pussy
against his lips. The girls embraced as Terry made love
to both of them at once, kissing passionately, their
fingers on each others clits, and together they brought
the girls to orgasm.
Moments later Terry spoke, his voice muffled by Holly's
crotch.
Are you ready for it, Jill?
Holly, nows your chance to take him in your mouth like
you wanted to.
Oh no, that's all right... she began, but Jill had
already dismounted, so she leaned forward and took her
brothers penis between her lips. Not surprisingly, it
tasted like Jill. Jill showed her how to hold the base
of the shaft with a wet hand, while Jill cradled his
balls in her palm and gently fondled them. Holly felt
Terry's fingers in her hair as she bobbed her head up
and down.
Holly... he gasped, I'm I'm coming! Holly felt his cock
pulse in her hand, and the hot taste of semen filled
her mouth and nostrils. The thick liquid squirted in
pulses, once, twice, three times, and more, then
subsided. Releasing the hot flesh from her mouth, she
swallowed, coughed, and swallowed again, then continued
to suck on it until it had softened and stopped oozing
cream.
How was it? said Jill.
Well, Holly answered, I guess it's an acquired taste.
Then, seeing the look on Terry face, she added But I'm
sure I'll acquire it soon. And I guess this is the only
way I get to have it inside me!
Just for a while, Holly. We'll get you fixed up nice
and safe like me.
I can't wait! Holly exclaimed.
Neither can I, her brother added.
Two sleeping bags proved quite large enough for three
people that wanted to stay as close to each other as
possible. Holly was the first to awaken, and her gentle
touch roused the others. The air was full of the sound
of birds greeting the dawn, which had not quite
arrived.
Remember what I said yesterday about the sun going
down? Terry said to Jill. She nodded. Let's go watch
the sun rise.