” “I am woman, hear me roar!” Ben teases. “Flatter him,” she demands, “and you won’t regret it. Think of it this way: me want, me take.�...�� “That’s bullshit,” says Ben. “The ‘flattery’ technique? What utter crap! Is that a self-help book you have in your hand?” “Yes,” Bianca says sheepishly. “But it’s a good book. Read it, Karla.” She hands me the book, which is called One Hundred Ways to Seduce a Man. “Keep it and learn from it.” “Another book with more dating rules in it, I take it. Why can’t. The electricity seems to ignite between us. There’s no denying we have chemistry together. My arms curl around his head, pulling him down to me while he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. His hands slowly work their way up my back to my zipper. My dress cascades down my body to land in a pile at my feet. I’m standing in front of this complete stranger in nothing but my lacy panties and high heel shoes. Instead of being ashamed, I’m completely exhilarated. What has gotten into me? I start. "She says it tickles when." When a guy with a mustache kisses you?" Not exactly," she said tentatively."What then? When a guy with a mustache __ goes down on you?"The next day I didn't shave my upper lip and we went shopping for a tape recorder.That winter we were inseparable, blithely carrying on the most intense love affair imaginable. We flaunted our relationship without regard for who found out or what they thought. Betty discovered that we were sleeping together on one of her inspections.. " Bert, photographs of people are silly, I agree. But they seem to satisfy some deep craving for permanency that females so often have. In other words, Sabreena sneaked a camera over here and took some pics. I will mail you a few. Maybe they work as you wish. I hope so. If not, they are still nice tokens of a fabulous time."I hugged Alfred."Even if I do not know what I can do, will you let me help, please?" Thank you, Bert. Yes, we are in this together. Use your old computer. Wait a moment, I.