’ A massive hand extended into her field of view, holding a thermos of some steaming beverage. Her nose spoke of coffee, and long-unused salivary gl...ands awoke to the scent. Timidly, trying to conceal her need in case it turned him away, she reached out to take the bottle, sipping slowly to allow the heat of the beverage to tingle through her. It seemed like a prelude of paradise, the imbibing of the first hot beverage and the first act of kindness she had seen in three days. Then the man moved. Here was Oliver, sitting on my couch, in my new living room, holding my hand. I was sure I wasn't asleep, but it seemed that I lost the power of basic speech. 'Oh God, don't let me be too drunk.'"How about some coffee?" Lara asked.'Coffee? What's coffee?' Oliver smiled and said, "That sounds like a wonderful idea Lara."Lara walked to the kitchen as Oliver leaned over, took my face into his hands, and softly kissed me on the lips. Suddenly my brain was back in gear and I could talk. "What are. .. we use it to enticemen. It was 'cute' to see you squirm. Many times I would ask you togo get me something to drink, just to cause you embarrassment. Youalso tried to 'catch' me undressing or stepping out of the shower. Andhow about the times you hid outside my bedroom window or the time youspied on me from inside my closet! You made so much noise I had a hardtime not laughing. I'm sorry I did that to you back then, but at thetime, I enjoyed knowing how much my legs aroused you and. Barb was alsosurprised that Ann was very attractive. Barb had picturedBrad’s wife as frumpy and matronly, even nerdy, but notbeautiful.Some one walked by Barb’s office and she freaked. Barbquickly closed the window and resumed working. Barb’sheart was beating a mile a minute, it was some timebefore she could concentrate on work.Nothing was said over lunch. Brad and Barb spoke mostlyabout work, though Barb’s mind kept retuning to Ann’spicture and the e-mails. What.