Admirable, even. Maybe you just got in over your head and you thought you had no other, y’know, option. That’s what I think…’ Mrs. Summers is ...heard lighting another cigarette. Mrs. Summers: ‘Can’t say I know what that’s meant to mean. Sounds dramatic, though, whatever you and the writers are cooking-up about me. I’m sure it’ll work wonderfully for your show. I’d just prefer you left out all those… unmentionable parts. I could sue, you know that? I could sue for something like that.’ Interviewer. I sat down across from her, picking up my cup. She was a beautiful woman, there was no denying it. Even now, dressed only in jeans, a sweater, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, no makeup, she was stunning. She reminded me so much of Susan, in so many ways, I guess it’s why I fell in love with her so quickly. As we sat there drinking our coffee in silence, I could not help but wonder why things had turned out like they had. Two years later and I had traveled full circle, sitting here again. After some time, she started responding. She was sucking my lips like a lover. She placed my hand on her ass and kept on kissing me. It was a long kiss. When we broke this kiss, she suddenly started shying and went to the table. She was not making eye contact with me.I held her hand and asked what had happened. She looked into my eyes. She was shying and smiling. She was biting her lips. I asked her again what had happened. She said, “I liked it,” and pushed my hand. She said, take me home. I. .. I've been looking for...' her sentence trailed off into the endless limboof the unfinished statement. It was ridiculous -ludicrous really - she still grew as coy as a tenyear-old whenever she went shopping for underwear.The saleswoman stepped into the cubicle, absentlyforgetting to close the door behind her. Angie openedher mouth to say something, but couldn't quite get itout.'Do you need a hand with that?' Jean asked, indicatingthe garter belt.Angie glanced over at it, scarlet-faced and.