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Something About Hannah—a modern day love story

What was it about Hannah that I just couldn’t quite figure out? Sure, I am still a virgin, but I’d like to think of myself as the kind of guy that could always find at least one attractive characteristic in most any woman. Somewhere in between physical beauty, intelligence and personality is surely the core of their magnetism.

I was willing to bet that Hannah has all three of those traits.

Since she seemed to be an easily approachable sort, I agreed to come running with her this weekend and even boasted about my 5:08 time in the mile, just to play upon her feminine pride. At least she didn’t dog me out when her time bested mine easily with her doing a 4:52 flat. Being beat by a girl never felt so damn good. I liked that.

Next weekend was clear, dry with a seasonably warm breeze and Hannah wore some tight yellow shorts that contrasted nicely against her perfectly bronzed skin, deepening the hue of her eyes to a nearly emerald green. When she caught me fixating upon her, I snapped out of it and confessed,

‘It’s just that I thought yesterday, your eyes were blue. Today they look green. Now, which are they?’

‘I think they look kind of like muddy water but my big sister says they are definitely hazel. A warm brown of a teddy bear’s smile and a tinge of sea green that matches with my fascination of all things in nature.’

I nodded, ‘Do you have any animals? I mean like a cat or a dog or maybe even a fish?’

‘Oh, yes,’ Said Hannah, ‘I have a pair of squirrel friends, a baby skunk that thinks I’m her mother and one crazy African Grey Parrot that mimics everything you say. I mean everything. What about you, Jason?’

I felt bested again, but replied, ‘If I tell you, promise not to laugh, okay? They’re not like you think but actually a bag of laughs with all the silly antics and spastic fits when they are happy. It almost looks like he might bite you, but he’ll just lightly nibble. He wouldn’t ever bite unless you are mean to him…’

‘All right all ready, what in tarnations is it? A bear? A monkey? What?’

Hannah’s cheeks were all flushed and I could tell she wasn’t very good at suspenseful conversation. ‘It’s a ferret and I named him Mac because this guy is HUGE. Some people say he stinks but I’m so used to it I don’t notice it any more. Wanna’ meet him later?’

A surprised look crossed her face and with an eyebrow raised she says, ‘Aren’t ferrets illegal in California?’

‘Yeah, I don’t know why, but they are legal in Colorado where I bought him. Now we are attached at the hip, so don’t let him out and never tell anyone about Mac, okay Hannah?

What’s your crazy parrot named?’

‘It’s Pollyanna, my baby skunk’s name is Penelope. Cindy and Mindy are the two girly squirrelies.’

‘Woo, Pollyanna, now that’s an original name, isn’t it?’

‘Whatever, she’s the one who told me. As if I would actually pick such a corny bird-brained name like that. If you don’t watch yourself I’ll teach Pollyanna to insult you on demand. Check this out, (pssh…ttha) tell Jason what he is.’

‘Squaaak! Whew who, Jason’s a butthead, Jason’s a butthead’

‘Funny, very funny, Hannah. Say, let’s get some frozen yogurt. I’ve got a couple two for one coupons, wait, did I say that right? I have a coupon that is a two for one.’

‘I know what you meant.’

As together we strolled by a vine of honeysuckle blossoms, I pinched off the biggest, most fragrant bunch then nestled it atop Hannah’s cinnamon brunette hair. ‘I’ve always wanted to do that.’

‘Why thank you, Jason. I’ve always wanted someone to do something like that for me too.’

Down to the yogurt shop, while we sat there licking away, Hannah noticed how I was devouring mine before she had barely eaten three bites of hers.

‘That’s no way to enjoy the flavor! You have to slowly taste every aspect with all of your senses, not just your tongue. Watch this.’

The way that she let the frozen concoction melt as she swirled it around her tongue was more like she was making love to the yogurt. I slowed down and tried Hannah’s method. She was right and I liked that too.

‘I’ve never met a guy that didn’t have an underlying reason for being so nice to me like you are right now. Why are you so much different than any other boy and actually spend your time doing things that I like to do? I mean that most guys won’t even give me a second look, much less pick a flower for me, but you did. Why?’

I thought about it, then said,

‘Walk with me and let me show you what I’m talking about before I start getting all tongue tied. No, let’s just sit here on this bench. I’m not really quite sure how to say this, but most of my buddies think you’re a ..a lesbian. I almost socked Joey for spreading that rumor around. You’re not, are you, Hannah?’

A scowl crossed her face. ‘That’s hilarious, just fucking delirious! What if I am, Jason? Would you believe me if I said I actually wanted it that way?’

I just stuck my foot in my mouth, but sheepishly squawked, ‘I just asked, okay?’

Hannah pinned me down and said, ‘Would a lesbian do this, and this, or even this?’

‘Oh, yes, I believe you. Your secret’s safe with me, my little flower girl.’

I wrapped my arm around her slim waist and pulled her warm body close enough to smell her intoxicating scent of jasmine scented soap. Each feathery kiss became a case of need that brought our lips together like two pieces of a puzzle’s snugly fitting bond. I know I liked this feeling enough to tell me what it is about Hannah I liked. I liked her.

Next weekend on Saturday morning, I got up early enough to be at the track before her, but when I finished doing 200 straight sit-ups and was about to start some sets of 20 pull-ups, I realized that Hannah was on the bleachers watching me. ‘How long have you been there?’

‘Long enough to gain a new admiration for those washboard pecs that I never knew about. I think they make you even sexier than before.’

I felt the blood rushing to my face, noticeably blushing. ‘Did you just come right out and say I look sexy?’:

‘No, what I said was you look even sexier than before you were sexy, which means I want that sexy, hunk of a guy to stop beating around the bush and finish what you started.’

I tried to act cool, but she had my number.

‘You mean do my pull-ups? I’m not really sure, Hannah.’

This time, it was her turn to show, not tell, and there was no doubt left when Hannah pulled me underneath the bleachers, lifted up her sport bra and sighed,

‘Jason, I think you are who I’ve been waiting for. I knew you were from the moment we first kissed and you showed me what was missing from my life. Don’t stop there, finish what you started, but this time take me all the way. I’m ready.’

My heart skipped a beat and I still stuttered before mustering up the courage to tell her, but I had to. ‘I-I’m still a virgin, a-a-and I don’t even have a condom for Christ sake! Jesus, Hannah, I want this as much as you do, maybe even more than you, but I can’t. Not today, okay?’

Hannah always seemed to know what to do and man, did I love that!

‘Shhh…take those shorts off while I remove mine. Lookie what I brought for you, Jason.’

She placed the condom into my hand and whispered, ‘You have no idea.’

I just about passed out from shock but all I could say was, ‘You’re so bad, Hannah, and I love it!’

I did as she requested and timidly shed the last remaining shield of my protruding manhood that elicited a gasp from my lover.

‘Is there something wrong?’

‘No, actually I hoped it wasn’t too small but it’s just right. It’s my first time too, so this will be a joint venture. Here, let me do this.’

I stopped her and replied,

‘No. Let me do this.’

Skin on skin, mouth to mouth and soul to soul, my tongue
and lips explored down her supple neck to circle around taut nipples atop firm, ripe breasts. Hannah arched her back in ecstasy when my warm fingers massaged the steamy wetness of her sex, but when my lips found and suckled lightly on her sensitive button-like nub of pleasure, bliss filled whimpers and a glowing smile signaled that, yes, she was ready as I was too. ‘Thank you, Hannah, you’re the best!’

Underneath the bleachers didn’t last long, so we spent the remainder of the afternoon in my apartment discovering the best parts we had to share. ‘Are you hungry yet?’

Hannah snuggled under my arm and looked up with those dreamy eyes of the warmest brown. ‘You’re going to cook? If you are, then I’ll have some French toast and home fries with buttermilk biscuits and country gravy.’

I smacked that hard ass, saying, ‘What? No OJ?’

‘Yeah, that would be oh, so very nice, darling.’

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘Dear diary, I made a decision yesterday that I do not regret and I am so happy that I did because Jason was the ideal lover for me. We were both a bit clumsy at first, I felt somewhat awkward letting my best friend explore the nether regions of my body, but the way that Jason touched me felt like no other I’d ever known. I felt his rampant desire for me that was so pure, so perfect and oh, so very right it erased all doubt in my mind my decision was final.

The world stopped turning and time stood still that moment we first made beautiful love. I would do it again.’:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Journal log, 2/4/2007

‘Today, Hannah gave me the most special gift that any girl can give and I did my best to make our lovemaking just as special for her as it was for me because I do love her so.

I want to take Hannah to Santa Cruz bay this weekend since she hasn’t yet seen the Pacific Ocean.

I wonder if she thinks of me as I do of her, that loving her is the easiest thing I’ve ever done because she makes it so simple to do and I want to give her the world. My world.’

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As I was hoping, Hannah was ecstatic about spending the day at the beach with me. She even assembled an impressive luncheon basket of fresh tropical fruits and assorted gourmet cheeses then paired it with a very nice bottle of Beringer Cabernet Sauvignon, `94. There was little doubt that my friend has impeccable taste indeed. I can now safely say I’m in love with Hannah.

The beach at Santa Cruz was so jam packed with co-eds and family frolickers, I suggested we hop on over to Morro Bay where we should have more privacy, We did.

‘Before you go running off, I have something for you to wear. I’m not sure if it fits until you try it on for size, would you wear this Hannah?’

When she saw the two-piece, yellow polka-dot bikini, I knew that my choice was affirmed.

‘Oh, Jason, it’s so, so naughty! I’ve never worn a two-piece before, and this one is not one my dad would approve of if he were here you know. Stay there, I’ll be right back.’

For someone who supposedly was a ‘nice’ girl, she sure did know how to put on a tease show as piece by piece, one by one, every stitch came flying out the back of my Accord hatchback with her pink panties being the last, landing square upon my nose. I was in heaven.

‘Ya like it, Jason?’

I smiled, ‘You have no idea, baby, no idea.’

‘C’mon, let’s get wet and under the water so we can make love in the sea. This skimpy bathing suit makes me feel so vulnerable, so accessible, so unnaturally horny! Please, baby, I want to make you so happy, if you only knew.’

Although the surf was cold, Hannah’s body was warm enough for the both of us. We played horsie rides and laughed at each other’s jokes, even if they weren’t funny. Hannah took a clump of seaweed and put it on top of her head, then cackled, ‘Look at me, I’m the wicked witch of the sea!’

Not to be bested once again, I stuck a smaller piece in my mouth and growled, ‘Look, I forgot to brush my teeth today!’

We were having so much fun that it was nearly sunset before we realized it. Hannah pulled me closer, with those big hazel eyes looking up at me and her arms looped around my neck.

‘I haven’t been avoiding you, in fact, I have been thinking about you and what we are, what we’ve become, and what we will be. I…’

I stopped her sentence and withdrew my grandmother’s pear shaped diamond engagement ring from my coin pocket. ‘I’m guessing that your ring size is a five. Will you wear this for me, Hannah?’

Tears began to well up her eyes and her voice cracked with the effort to speak.

‘Thanks for your offer, and the ring is quite nice, but what I have been meaning to tell you is that I’m going back to West Virginia. My mother read my diary and is sending me far away from you.’

I fought back my own tears, replying, ‘Tell your mom no, I’m not going, anything, just please don’t leave me now. I love you so much, my beautiful Hannah girl.’

‘I’m leaving tomorrow morning. Make love to me, let me make love to you for the rest of the night. That’s how I want to remember you, the best, the only lover I ever knew and ever will.’

I sighed, ‘It was never about the sex, was it Hannah?’

Hannah smiled that crook-sided grin she did so well then said, ‘No, Jason, it was never about the incredible sex then, but it is about the sex now. You made it so easy, so wonderfully right, so take my body and tempt me, tease me, please me all night long.’

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I heard the news that a United commuter jet crashed just fifty miles outside of Charleston and all twenty eight passengers were presumed dead, I blamed myself for letting Hannah go. I felt like dying so I prayed.

‘Hannah, oh my god, my beloved, it’s not fair that you were taken away from me but you are not forgotten and I know that you know I am doing fine because I can feel your presence.

Tara is nice, but she’s no Hannah girl, no one like you.

I love you,

Jason

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SRU Turnabout

Spells R Us: Turnabout By Morpheus ([email protected]) 26 Jan 98 Matt wiped the whipcream out of his ears and eyes feeling embarrassed to have been caught in the latest prank of his roommates Chris and Steve. The three of them often took turns playing pranks on each other. After all, what else was college for if not for fun and pranks. Going to the mall Matt hoped would give him some inspiration for his revenge. He needed something big to get back at those two and even...

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Dick van Dyke 1 If They Had Made a Movie Based on the Book Turnabout

Dick van Dyke 1: If They Had Made a Movie Based on the Book "Turnabout" By Ron Dow75 ([email protected]) "Rob, do you *have* to watch this movie?!" Laura said, upset. She was sitting up in her twin bed, trying to ignore what was on the bedroom TV behind her book. "What's wrong with this movie? It's a comedy!" Robert Petrie said from his bed. "It's going to give you nightmares! I just know it." "What?? This silly thing?!" "I know how suggestible you are, Rob. You...

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A Turnabout Party

A Turnabout Party Chapter 1 You are kidding me? It was Monday. I had just finished cooking dinner and my wife had just walked in the door from work. She set her things down and just said, "You may get your wish." "My wish?" "Yes. Your wish for us to go out with you looking like a woman." You see I'm a work at home husband, doing on-line editing of technical books, papers, and the like. My wife is a high end professional woman. I...

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Turnabout Part I

6:30 AM. The alarm buzzed. I slammed down the sleep button, with every intent of going back to sleep. Five minutes later, I had to go to the bathroom and got up to go. I turned on the light. I looked in the mirror. My wife looked back. I screamed. "What's wrong, Dan?" I heard myself say, from the bed. "Come here, Jessica," I heard my wife's voice say. "Come here. NOW!" I saw myself walk in. "What's wr....DAN! What's going on?" "How should I know? I woke up... and I'm...

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Test Subject Turnabout Angelas Story

Test Subject Turnabout - Angela's Story After receiving some negative comments on a previous story I put up (Test Subject Turnabout which focused on a young man who knowingly dated a pre-op transsexual, did some very bad things to her, fell in love, apologized, and tried to win her back), I contacted a well known tg author with a question about dealing with that bad thing. The response I received prompted this alternate viewpoint which has more character development. You may want to...

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Roundabout

RoundaboutInhaling deeply and sharply, I could feel you behind me before you even touched me, like you were giving off some sort of electrical charge. I held that breath in anticipation of your touch, my whole body tingling, blood rushing straight to my nipples and pussy. As I turn to look at you, you gently but firmly put one hand to the back of my head to hold it straight, and one to the small of my back. Slowly you run your fingers down my long, wavy hair till you reach my waist. A shiver of...

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Fortysomething

Fortysomething By Melissa Tawn It was Alice Carter's birthday: fortysomething. She sat in her favorite easy chair, a drink in hand, and thought back on her life. Birthdays are the time one takes stock. She had been born Alan, a boy, though inside she knew, that she was really a girl. At one point she tried to explain this to her parents, tried to get them to understand, but they were unable to do so. This was in the days before the internet and the local library was...

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40SomethingMag

40 Something Mag! What makes a MILF? Beauty is obviously part of the equation. Everybody loves an older woman who’s taken care of herself, aging like a fine wine instead of getting all old and haggard. I think attitude is a major component of a truly fuckable MILF. The broads at 40SomethingMag, for example, all have this eager enthusiasm for dirty sex that gets my blood pumping as soon as I hit the landing page.40SomethingMag.com has been around for a good long time, pumping out cougar-fuck...

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Summer Walkabout

As i lay on my bed looking out of the window i counted down the minutes until you arrived. I had the day planned and after being apart in such a long time i had decided to make the most of the short time together. I wanted to take the pure chance that i was about to be given. Loud noises of passing cars flew past the window and i was surprised t notice how unbeliveable hot i had become. i Jumped in to the shower glancing at the time to make sure i didnt miss your arrival. As the water bounced...

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Swingers Roundabouts

Hiya I have never really considered myself as one of those people that is happy enough to lay back and ‘think of england’ during coital relations. On the contrary, I also try not to put the blame of an ‘average sexual encounter’ on just one side. It is an experience to be shared on both sides, each person should do what they can to both enhance the others pleasure and also to make it obvious that they themselves are actually ‘enjoying’ something. It shouldn’t be a guessing game, with all the...

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An Unusual Walkabout

An Unusual Walkabout By - Anna Feie I work out of the home most weeks that suit me just fine. I can wear what I like, act like I want to and in simply English - live my life as I want without public scrutiny. All we, guys and gals who are transgendered (hate that word) is acceptance. Enough of the soapbox. Some years ago, I had the opportunity to go ?walkabout? so I went. I have a great deal of experience being one of the ancient crones to still walk this realm, aka Earth. I...

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Layabout

Terry and Jo, a female friend he met three weeks before, sat in the Hogs Breath Saloon watching the tourists. He was more or less looking for his next pussy and she was making fun of the sluts and dumb cocks as she called the young and not so young drinking and trying to hook up. It was still late mid afternoon so no one was totally smashed as they would be later in the evening but several of them had a good load on. Jo snickered and said, “Wonder how many of these sluts get the shit fucked...

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 2

The paddleboat ride along the Darling was interesting, but noisy. I wondered whether folks brought unruly children in the hope that they’d fall in, but this was too far upstream to think they’d be eaten by a giant cod, like Ken in “Love Serenade.” But that took place far downstream, along the Murray. And it was just an idle fantasy. (The Murray Cod, which can grow to about two metres, is not really a cod in a Northern Hemisphere sense, but a giant freshwater perch.) But it was interesting to...

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 4 Cameron Corner to Epsilon Station

I topped off my diesel before leaving the hotel. I didn’t want to be stranded short of Cameron Corner. [Before I go further, I ought to remark that there are five places where there are surveyed right-angle state border intersections. Cameron Corner, surveyed by John Cameron (NSW) and George Watson (Queensland) in 1879, where the east-west border hits South Australia; Haddon Corner, where South Australia ends in the Channel Country; Poeppel Corner, where South Australia, Queensland and the...

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 5 Epsilon Station to Nockatunga Waterhole

The next day I had breakfast at 6 with several hands and then read in the morning sun for a few hours. Then, in mid-morning, I asked the “girl” about laundry. “You gibbit me, I do good job.” “That’s not necessary. I can do it.” “Not job for nungungi.” “I’m not nungungi.” “Nungungi dad’s nungungi.” I had clearly lost the argument. I appealed to my hostess. “Not a chance,” she said. “Better give in graciously.” So I did. Underwear, shirts, pants, socks. It was a decent-sized...

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 6 Nockatunga Waterhole

We had some tea and a few quandong. The dried nut tasted like a rather tart apricot. We were too far west for bunya or macadamia. Joshua told me that they had had little rain, but that the waterhole seemed happy. I told him of my trip, especially the part from Cameron Corner to Epsilon Station, to Innamincka and my disappointment, and to here. A woman offered a bark dish of witchetty grubs and I took one. I expressed surprise at finding them, but Joshua said the women were good at finding...

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 8 Nockatunga Waterhole Cunnamulla

Before noon the next day, Cook told me there would be visitors today. About an hour later, there was a good deal of noise and two ATVs popped over the bank of the waterhole and “parked” near the humpies. There was a crowd around them in a moment, so I hung back. Then one of the riders called out “Mornin’, Gordy!” and I realized these were two of the hands from Epsilon Station. “G’day. I thought you told me it was a three-day-walk!” “It is ... if you walk. Graham let us borrow ATVs from time...

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 9 Cunnamulla

I called Patrick after dinner. After telling him about my trip, I told him that I’d visited CACH and met Wilgar. “I’ve heard of him. He’s an elder.” “So he said.” “You’re aware of the CACH’s role?” “No, but you’re going to tell me.” “OK. Back in 1999 the Queensland Department of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Policy and Development reported that Cunnamulla’s indigenous community suffered from a high level of domestic violence stemming from an over reliance by the police and the...

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 10 Narrabri and Armidale

I made good time in the morning, but Narrabri was nothing like what I recalled. Thirty years had totally altered the town. There were many new buildings and there was an atmosphere that I didn’t recall sensing. When I registered at the Crossroads Hotel, I realized that the park, the CSIRO and the agricultural wealth had totally altered the ambience of what had been a small town. A pamphlet proclaimed Narrabi “the second richest agricultural shire in Australia.” A glance at the women drinking...

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 11 Port Macquarie

I took my time in the morning, as I intended to stop at Apsley Falls, and that meant waiting till the sun was over the mountains. It took just about an hour to get to the turnoff, a bit east of Walcha. Apsley Falls are the first falls in a succession of dramatic drops in an area that has some of the most remarkable scenery in Eastern Australia. The first drop of the falls is about 65 metres in depth, and the second, which is about 800 metres further on, plummets 58 metres metres to the...

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 12 Hastings River

The Hastings River starts high on the Great Dividing Range running east down through the picturesque Hastings Valley, through unique river towns such as Mount Seaview, Ellenborough and Wauchope before entering the Pacific Ocean at Port Macquarie. Fishing is popular particularly from October through to June each year with peaks during Christmas and Easter. The river has a wide range of fishing opportunities from freshwater bass and catfish in the upper reaches to estuarine species such as...

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 13 Leaving Port Macquarie

I felt much better as I walked back to Settlers Inn. Much better. I though of just where I was. Northern coast of New South Wales. I had old friends nearby. Well, only a few hours away. I got my phone book and sat down. There they were: Evans. South Grafton. And a phone number. I tried to call. Busy! What nerve! I’d shower, dress and try again before going out for a drink. But first I looked at the directory beside the phone in my room. There was a LandRover dealer here in Port Macquarie! My...

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 15 Grafton II

“By the way, what was the flooding like three years ago?” I asked Evans. “A lot of rain. The upstream tributaries in the Range really got hit. And that meant there was really a lot of water in the Clarence. They talked about the Great Flood – well, we nearly beat the record. But our house is over eight metres above high water, so we weren’t in danger.” At nearby Lilydale, the Clarence River peaked at 20.94 metres at midnight on Monday, 28 January 2013. That was close to the 1954 flood...

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 17 Grafton IV

The next morning we were up and breakfasting well before eight. “It’ll take us two hours to get near the islands and the sugar cane farms,” Evans explained. “There are a few areas I like to fish, about five kilometres up from the mouth. You can look at a chart when we’re on board Rainbow. It looks like a decent day for bream or flathead. We’ll keep some for dinner and release the others.” I’d phoned Patrick when we got back to South Grafton. He’d be happy to help Olwen in any way he could....

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Gordy on WalkaboutChapter 18 Grafton to Moree

After dinner I called Patrick and spoke to Rachel about invading her parents. With her encouragement, I called Chaz in Canberra. He was quite enthusiastic about a visit and wanted to know when I’d arrive. “It’s Monday. I won’t leave before Wednesday. I thought I’d cross the Dividing Range, look at the MacIntyre in Inverell and stop in Moree. Then through Narrabin to Dubbo and from there to Canberra. But I want to stop in Cowra. I was there when I was a grad student, but the woman I was with...

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