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Then I came to a place where it appeared that the couple was standing still for a time. The tracks of the woman who was following the couple were now just about as fresh as the tracks of the couple, so she must have caught up with them. The trail in the woods was much narrower, and so the snow was all packed down in many places, as they must have had to walk single file here and there.Īnd then the path entered a large clearing and the tracks became separate again, now that they could walk abreast of each other once more. And then her tracks went into the woods also! At that same point, the trail of the taller woman, whom I had guessed was following the couple, stopped again, and, once more the snow was trampled down as if she had been standing there, deciding what to do. Now this was getting interesting, and I followed the tracks in earnest.Ībout a half mile down the trail, the couple’s tracks left the trail, and went off into the woods. The lone woman’s tracks were not spaced as far apart as the man and the other woman’s tracks, as if she were walking stealthily, I thought. So now I was following three sets of tracks. The snow was trampled down where this new hiker entered the path, as if she had stood there thinking or waiting for a minute or two. Her tracks were much fresher than the tracks of the couple, whose impressions had been partially filled with the falling snow, so she must have passed that way within the last few minutes. They were walking at a brisk pace, judging by the length of the gap between strides.Īfter a time, a third set of tracks entered from a side trail - they were of a woman’s boots and, judging by the length of the her stride, she must have been quite tall. That gave me an immense feeling of satisfaction, to know that the park was nearly deserted.Īs I walked, I absent-mindedly followed the tracks. Entering the all purpose trail into the park, I saw that only two other people, a man and a woman, by the impression of the boots left in the snow, had been this way that morning. Ice had formed on the trees and bushes the day before and the fresh fallen snow gave everything a fairyland appearance. The ground was covered with about two inches of fresh snow, and everything was very white and beautiful.

It was early in the morning, maybe about eight, when I started my walk. On the last day I had before I had to drive back to Cleveland, I decided to take a walk in one of the parks in the little town of Amherst, New York, not far from Niagara Falls. Everything looked so beautiful with the ground covered with over two feet of snow, and the trees in the parks looked like a fairyland with ice and snow all over them. I had a week left of my vacation when I reached Niagara Falls, and I enjoyed the sights immensely. She would be about twenty eight now, in 2014. Mary Carpaccio was her name and she was a very beautiful Italian looking girl. My, how time flies - that was ten years ago now. I mention that because my fantasy centers on a girl I knew during my junior year of high school in that city. And I still say “Better than rain.”īefore visiting Niagara Falls, I took a few days to stop in to see family and friends in my home town of Altoona, Pennsylvania.

I have been stranded by winter weather a number of times, but I still love it. I wanted to see Niagara Falls in winter, so this year, 2014, I took two weeks vacation and traveled to that city, immediately after a major snowstorm had gone through the Midwest and the East, covering everything with a beautiful blanket of white. I love the four seasons of the year, spring, summer, fall, and even winter. My name is John Williams, and my home is now in Cleveland, Ohio. After learning about Giantess World it seemed the perfect place to submit my story. The first two chapters are true, but the third is pure fantasy - me, trying to give my wild, impossible dreams some semblance of reality by writing down what amounts to a fairy tale - a twisted fairy tale, to be sure, but a fairy tale, nonetheless. This story of three chapters is partly true and partly fiction. What if she does read it - what then? I get excited just thinking about it. Besides that, I get a thrill from the thought of the risk I’m taking. But then, what are the chances that she would come into this web site, and, even if she does, what are the chances that she will stumble upon this story? Exceedingly remote. I don’t mention her name, because, quite frankly, I don’t know who she is - or much of anything about her. It is somewhat risky for me to be submitting this, in case SHE should happen to read it.

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