Give 'em a thrill. Or maybe it's Rabbi Cohen. That sweet old letch is always trying to paw me. I doubt if the poor guy can get it up, so what's the di...fference? Besides ... his wife makes a great matzo ball soup.But I'm not just getting exercise. Swimming laps is boring and I use the time for thinking about things and sometimes for working out plot lines for my stories in my head. Like, if a story is stuck, sometimes in the middle of my workout I'll have an "Ah ha! moment while I'm thinking sexy. Then she asked me to bring food from the bazaar, I brought the food from the bazaar we both have eaten our dinner jointly. After that we started to play L Luddo. During the play off and on my head touched with her head and the next time her adversity touched her head with my head and started laughing. All of a sudden she kissed me on my head and her second kiss was on my cheek and when she wins the game of Luddo and kissed my lips. Then she switched on the T.V. and we both were seeing the. ‘Dreams. Nightmares,’ I said. ‘About what?’ ‘I’m not really sure,’ I said, trying to avoid details. ‘But that’s not the worse part.’ ‘What is?’ ‘After the first nightmare, I had this… attack, I guess,’ I said, searching for the right term. ‘Panic attack. It scared the hell out of me. I thought I was going to die, Maranda.’ I took a deep breath. ‘At first, I didn’t think anything of it, but now… seems to happen out of nowhere.’ ‘Like this morning?’ she asked, recalling when I bumped into her in. She was rather inexperienced but full of all kinds of repressed sexuality. And she was homophobic as hell. That's what gave me the idea. Robin had been badly scared by an experience she had as a college freshman. There was this powerful erotic memory of kissing a girl at a New Year's Eve party.Since she had gone to the party without a date, Robin ended up hanging out with this other girl. Midnight came. They were both just a little drunk. And they kissed. It turned into quite some kiss. As they.