Hi.  My name is Carol.  I am the author of the stories published here.  I am 20 years old (at least at the time of writing this page...giggle...) I live in northern Manitoba, Canada.  I have a steady boyfriend who is a police officer, and a steady girlfriend, who happens to be his sister.  We all get along very well together and there is no jealousy between us.  In fact this is an ideal arrangement for me considering the crazy shifts he has to work.  I rarely have to sleep alone.

 What I want to do here is to tell you about my late girlfriend, Donna.  Here is an excerpt from my first homepage. Things have changed since I wrote that page, so if you want to see how things were then, please go there.  The address is:

http://www.fortunecity.com/village/etheridge/289/Angel'sHomePage.html

"I had a girlfriend once.  We grew up together from the cradle.  Our parents were close friends and neighbours.  During our childhood, we did everything together and went everywhere together.  We had sleepovers at each others homes all the time.  We were inseparable.  Being kids we were curious about everything.  That curiosity eventually spilled over to our bodies so we started experimenting with each other.  We had always kissed when we were kids, so kissing was natural to us.  Then touching became natural.  Soon we were full lesbian lovers.  It was during this period, when we were about 16, that we thought we should be interested in boys.  After all, all our friends were dating and always talking about them and we thought we were missing out on something special.  Till that point we had never felt the need or the desire to be with boys.  We decided we would try dating some guys.  Many times after dates we would meet at either one of our homes and talk about our dates.  We told each other everything we did that night.  Sometimes we were so ashamed of ourselves that we would cry all night long.  We would go to sleep in each other's arms.  Other times we just wanted to wash the guys off our bodies and out of our minds so we would have a shower together and make love like there was not going to be a tomorrow.  That always made us feel better.  After all we had known heavenly sex with each other long before we had tried sex with boys.  We were so good together that mutual satisfaction was a given.  Guys came in a distant second.  They were an anti-climax so to speak (pardon the pun).  

Our feelings for each other continued to grow.  One night in January, 1998 we went bowling.  It was a bit cold out, as it sometimes gets in this part of the world.  I wasn't feeling too well so Donna said she would go and get the car and warm it up so that I didn't have to get too cold.  She ran across the road without looking and a car hit her.  She died in hospital a week later without ever regaining consciousness.  I spent every waking hour with her when she was in the hospital, holding her hand and talking to her, and of course crying.  I don't know if she ever heard me or not, but I like to think she did.  I will have to ask her when I meet her again in 70 or 80 years (hehehe).  All I know is that it made me feel better.  When she died, I wanted to die too.  I thought about killing myself many times.  Thank God I was too scared and too much of a chicken to do it.  Also I think God had Donna look after me as He knew the state I was in.  I'm gradually getting over her loss, but I still think about her a lot.  I don't cry as much as I used to, but I still do whenever something special comes up to remind me of her.  My many friends on ICQ have been a big help to me during this period.  A lot of them were friends of Donna's and I met them through her.  Of course I met a lot of them on my own.  Everyone who knew her loved her.  I've got some pictures of her and her friends are always asking me to send them a picture.  But I hesitate to do that.  The pictures are a special part of Donna that I don't want to share with anyone.  I hope that doesn't offend anyone, but that is the how I feel.  Am I being selfish?  I don't think so.  They are all I have of her now other than my memories."