" It's really not much of a story," she protested, and then looked away, biting her lip."Never mind," James consoled. "We'll talk about something else...." I'll tell you," she replied. "Let me summon up my courage first." She refilled her wine glass, and James', too. She took a big swallow and a deep breath." I was a sister in the Convent of Charity," she declared. James' eyes widened with surprise. "You see, in a certain way, we're not strangers." She swallowed some more wine. "I was a social. " So that is the line we shall call the norm. Accepted and reasonable behaviour still within society's vision of propriety. But society's rules have a source, a foundation and a basis for validity. Consider our cultural heritage in the myths and beliefs of our ancient forerunners. The Garden of Eden was the land of innocence and Adam and Eve were naked and knew it not. It's only when the phallic serpent entered Eve's consciousness ( how's that for metaphor, eh boys? ) that nudism became sin and. His decision was made for him when this hot young thing recognized him and began some small talk.As Ted drank in her lovliness, he could not help his automatic erection because this girl had creamy smooth olive skin and complexion, deep dark eyes (in contrast to his beach bum blond looks) and a smile of recognition both of Ted and his obvious preoccupation with her looks.She also sported the look of a girl already excited, her nipples protruding through her bra piece like tent poles, and what. "And if I'm going to be on Furthurmore for a while, I want to be doing something more than just being a professional friend of Gary's, if you know what I mean. What's that old term, 'kept woman'? I don't want to feel like I'm just one of those."I frowned at that. Did I mind being a 'kept woman'? Was that all I was? I exhaled sharply, perhaps with twinges of resentment, and of resignation. This was not somewhere I wanted to go...Saralinda's eyes widened in her surprise, as she perhaps recognized.