”“No, Major, we can’t. There are and will be plenty of girls and women who will respond favorably to requests or even initiate them. Your people...have to remember that there are rules and obey them. Have you ever wondered why your Charles Anderson of your anthropology group doesn’t meet with me or my wife?”“Well, yes. We’ve worked around the issue though.”“The reason is that he wouldn’t quit looking at my wife with lust. She has almost felt the need to fight him off. That would have been fatal. He rented it out as an Air BnB at an exorbitant sum when he felt like it, and used it as a retreat from work and family when he needed it. It had some furniture pieces he thought she might be interested in. She thought he might mean the Le Corbusier lounge – a favorite of hers -- that they had talked about at a previous lunch. “The Le Corbusier?” she asked. “Yes, I would love to see it.”“Oh, yes, of course. We can look at that. But I really meant another piece of furniture. The bed.”Ariel. " I thought so, my compliments to her and her SLAVE!"With that I left and joined Miss Britt at the local coffee shop as weplanned earlier."I must say Lisa dear you handled yourself very well. I noticed you hadquite a conversation going between you and the cosmetologist at Macys.What was that all about?" She noticed......" She what? Is that how you speak to me? have you forgotten your placein addressing me?" Miss Britt, I'm sorry, it just slipped out. I'm really sorry." Not as sorry as your. The conversation began with the amazing view from the hotel suite and as we talked our hands brushed each other’s and I could feel the rich fabric of his coat on my bare hands. Then, he suddenly slid his hands behind my back and made me sit on his lap. As I sat on one leg, he played his fingers on my hair making casual conversation about how his day had been, and asked me about mine. As we spoke, the closeness made us feel warm and comfortable. He clasped his palms onto mine and admired my.