Look sex is fun, great fun, but if I get killed by a pissed-off hubby, that's the end of sex. I'm smart enough to stick to single women.But then I got... a call from her one day at the office. This was a few years ago, I think I was thirty-one and she was thirty at the time.Long story short, she told me she was just divorced and wanted to know if I was still around and, well, maybe interested. She said she was and I then told her I was and I was ... to both questions.Our first date pretty much set. "I'm expecting a number of people to join us from other parts of the complex. If those who wish to be extracted as a couple would please step into the room to my right along with any other gentlemen in the room who wish to present themselves to a potential sponsor. Would the ladies who are seeking a sponsor, and who are at least fourteen years of age please make your way to the meeting room to my left. We should be able to begin interviewing everyone shortly. Those of you who are volunteering. He stood and took her in his arms, once again. He held her for several minutes, as his hands and hers did their own exploration. She noticed, right away, that his body was almost as hairless as Papa's. He had a few sparse hairs on his belly, up to his belly button, but none on his chest. She raised her eyes and saw that he had no telltale marks of shaving on his face either. He saw what she was looking at, and smiled, telling her. "I don;t shave. I pluck mine off. I don't have but a few around. It’s funny, she thought, how atmosphere makes such a difference. It’s so intangible yet so important. She decided to rest her feet for a while and get another drink. Her shoes were a wedged heels for some extra height. It gave her a feeling of confidence to walk tall with a strut. Kind of hellish for dancing though, and Sophie could feel her feet starting to ache. She took a seat at the bar and ordered her favourite drink, coconut rum. She knew it was kind of girly but who cares. No one was.