Just remember this was before everyone had a computer and 'surfed the net.' Back in the day, there were several phone chat lines. Some were of an adul...t nature, of course. I had met a few women off one line in particular. I even had a long term relationship with one married woman. But, that is saved for maybe another story. Here is how this phone service worked. Anyone could call in and listen to profiles (well, we called them ads back then) But, if you wanted to reply to one, you had to pay to. Her eyes stared blankly up at me, but her face was still locked in horror. Mr. Greenwich swept her out of the way with his arm, and laid me down. He stood at the edge of the table. I heard a zipping noise next to me, but I didn’t want to turn my head to see what it was. I heard his pants hit the floor, and fear ran through me. I could feel the cool surface of the table beneath my palms, and I couldn’t help but think that this is what my sister must have felt, in her final moments. ‘It’s time. She was clutching her hands against her stomach and I was afraid she'd cut herself. I got up and stepped quickly across the kitchen. Taking her by the wrist, I turned her hand over and examined it carefully but I didn't find even a slight nick."Sorry," I said, "I thought you might have cut something." I nearly did!" she remarked. Some color was coming back into her face and I sat back on the stool at the breakfast bar."Well, have you?" I asked. She leaned back against the counter and looked at. Discreetly raising his finger to his lips, in a 'shhh' gesture, she relaxed, he was obviously as keen as she was to keep this discreet and quiet. All of sudden, it was just their secret again and she didn't feel so bad. Thoughts of leaving went from her head and she resolved to continue enjoying the night out. It was good to let her hair down. She couldn't quite clear her mind of his smile though, and she wondered what it would feel light to have his arms hold her, to feel his hands on her. .