Once or twice she let me finish, but most times I had to stop. We’d wait for about twenty minutes and then we would start again. At first I thought ...maybe you were playing a kinky game and I was just going along with it. Later I realized it wasn’t a game.’ ‘Did you talk with her much?’ Sarah asked. ‘I tried, but she wasn’t very talkative and when she did talk, it was like talking to maybe a twenty year old.’ ‘Not an old woman like me?’ ‘No, no I didn’t mean that, she just seemed to be too into. All hewanted was to make it out. All his female mind wanted was to wear theprettiest outfit in the store. The conflict was driving him mad. Hefound himself talking to herself."Look, I need to get out of here," his male self would say."But look at the pretty blouse next to us," his female self wouldreply. "See how the ruffles on the sleeves set off the style of theskirt. And they are sheer enough to see the gloves." I don't care, I'm not going to touch it." Please. Please. Please. . “She has expectations that aren’t going to be met this evening,” replied Ed.“Oh.” The explanation did not enlighten Cathy in any fashion since she didn’t know what the expectations were, nor why they wouldn’t be met. She looked down at the last item on the list, the one item that she had no clue what it was about. She said, “Walt and George want to talk to you.”“Okay,” said Ed, “I’ll talk to Walt and George in ten minutes in my room. After that, I’ll have them send Bob to me. When I’m done with. We kissed each other like new lovers for a few minutes.She held my face in her hands, gave me a pert little kiss and said, "Check the truck. I have an overriding urge for pancakes now." Her eyes danced with delight as she slid off my lap.I peeked out the window. "Let's go," I said. The cab of the truck was warm when we climbed in. My partner punched up the stereo and we listened to a little music on the short drive.Walking into the restaurant, Cindy spotted Bill Carmody about the same time he.