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Mildred's Sexual Evolution

... Awards, but still didn't think the movie theater should have raised the price. After all, the theater was practically full for the early show, and there was a long line waiting to get in for the late show."

"That's capitalism for you", said her dad, "charge what the market will bear."

I elected not to engage in an Economics 101 debate, and just said, "I'll thank Mildred for the popcorn", and head on home.

But Mildred quickly said, "You're welcome, but maybe you want to do another bike ride tomorrow before I have to leave for two weeks as a counselor at a church camp."

"That sounds great, but I promised my Uncle Fred that I'd help him stack wood at his cabin up at Crystal Lake."

"Maybe he'd like some extra help," Mildred said.

"I don't know. He's a bit weird, so I better ask him if I can include you. I'll give him a call when I get home. I've already got your number here, so I'll call you in a half-hour or so."

And with that I said polite 'good byes' to Mildred and her parents and pedaled the 10 minutes back to my house, assuring them before I left that I had plenty of good light for my bike to make it safe after dark.

When I got home, my mother (Fred's sister) said that Fred had called to say that he had been splitting wood all day, and that his back was so totally 'seized up' that he wasn't going to be doing any wood stacking the next day. O.K., that resolved that issue, but I thought maybe a full-day bike ride the 25 miles each way up and back to ...

... Uncle Fred's cabin would be a good outing for us tomorrow.

So, I called and proposed we both pack a lunch, meet at the north end of town, and pedal on up to Crystal Lake. The response was more than enthusiastic, and I went to bed wondering where this new relationship would go.

How Mildred Became Millie Chapter 3 - The Ride and the Cabin

Even though we didn't live that far apart, I had suggested that we meet at a gas station at the north end of town. (A gas station?- this was before gas was mostly sold at convenience stores). Anyway, I packed a lunch, filled a water bottle, put both and a light wind-breaker in a small pack, and pedaled up to the station at the appointed time. I saw that Mildred's bike was already there, but no Mildred. She soon emerged from the bathroom, returned the key to the attendant, and came over to greet me with a quick hug. She was wearing a t-shirt, and her breasts seemed smaller than they had been when I saw her the day before. I also had some sense that maybe she wasn't wearing a bra given what seemed like a more natural motion under the fabric.

She also had a small pack for her lunch and water, and we quickly mounted and headed off up the highway. The road here was straight, flat, and open with no trees to break the north wind we were facing. At first, I let her lead and relaxed in her draft as I had done the day before. But after 30 or so minutes, I felt that even Mildred, who had worked herself into such good bicycling condition, was ...