Did I say I like to touch men with my nipples? You should feel the excitement that shoots through my body when somehow in a crowd I get josled and fee...l a man's leg press in between mine. Slow dancing is absoletely orgasmic. I've learned to recognize the macho, jealous types and avoid them. They're about the only men I consciously avoid flirting with. The safely married ones are fun and like it as long as it doesn't go beyond flirting. The shy ones are always shocked. Maybe they don't. "Why did I just say that? What the fuck did you get yourself into?" As soon as he is untied, he pounces from the bed and lays me back. He kisses me down from my mouth, all the way down and spreads my legs. I’m completely exposed. “I want them to stay this way. You move and I will punish you.” I feel bare but am forced to stay this way. He ties my legs to the bedpost, I can still squirm and grind but I’m pretty much stuck beneath him. He puts himself inside of me and thrusts as hard as possible.. JL hollered back we will stop at the old sharecropper’s house and wait it out.WE were about 50’ from the house when the rain hit, hardly any wind, rain drops big as quarters falling straight down in a slow creeping down pour. JL cut the power and we ran but not fast enough, it was like being by a fire hose.It was almost 4 and we were both tired, soaking wet we sat on the porch watching the rain. Raining so hard you couldn’t see the tractor. The down pour only lasted 30 minutes or so, was to wet. Novotny and Lenore tested the radio from fifty-five nautical miles due west of the Coronado Bay mouth, over the horizon. The HF radio worked perfectly, in all modes, on all channels, when they raised the Navy Radio Station south of Coronado. The operator on the far end conducting the test told them they had less than a "one-e-minus-six bit error rate". Novotny seemed pleased, verifying in his book the transmit level they had to have achieved to measure that bit error rate. Lenore nodded,.