They kissed a few times–just a little peck, anything more would be censored–but the peck was just camouflage for the raging, plastering kiss they ...would’ve had. Not Rob and Laura, but Mary and Dick. Her final line of the first show was, ‘Darling, I am a woman.’ Then she was supposed to walk off camera, and that would be that. But she made more of it. She said the words, then she unhooked her pearl necklace and sauntered off with it dangling from her hand, toward their imaginary bedroom. Swinging. I had trouble accepting a self-image of being that aggressive or that macho. I wanted to be and I had been raised to think of myself a gentle, sensitive person. I had always taken care to be aware of my partner's needs. This was a whole new wrinkle in the fabric of my character and, for now at least, it chafed a bit.And yet I was more sensitive, too, in spite of being more macho. Linking with Sally now was like hooking into the PA system at Indianapolis Speedway, loud and clear. I was even. They landed at LAX and rented a car. They drove toPasadena (where Cal Tech is). They met his secretary (who is gorgeoustoo), they had to wait for about 20 minutes or so. They went to ProfessorHorowitz's office. 17 microseconds later, Bla?enka was kissingProfessor's lips (slow and wet). She was shocked. She said (with hertranslator), "I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened. For some reason,you were my wife in my mind. Again, I'm sorry. I have to leave now." Ina mirror, she had the. The tattered blouse hung from my shoulders and he proceeded to grab the fabric in various locations and with violent tugs continue to remove the torn shards of cloth from my torso. Once he'd torn away the blouse I was standing, still tied and suspended, in just my white push-up bra, my denim shorts, panties and sandals. He then knelt down behind me and began to run his hands up and down my legs from the hem of my shorts to my feet. pausing occasionally to cup and squeeze my fanny. Taking my.