To Julie's surprise, the woman seemed to be egging the man on, andagain, Julie felt that strange warmth she had felt every time she had been tiedup, a...l the way back to Joan of Arc.?Suddenly it dawned on her that it was exactly what she wanted forherself. For someone to TELL her what they would do, and then do it without herbeing able to resist. The next night shelogged on, and typed a message. She sat for ages looking at what she hadwritten, not pressing the enter key. What would happen if she. Always, that last time, they were slow to arousal, almost lazy, almost not caring, without the fatal urgency that chilled her, and sometimes she experienced a small, brief spasm that was – almost – an orgasm. Perhaps it was actually a real orgasm, she wondered, the kind other women had with men, but there was no way to know. Certainly it didn’t come close to what she could do to herself.Soon, oh much too soon, each of her lovers – like every damn man in the world – wanted to make love less. "And lost muscle too," she agreed, to my disgust. "But since I won, thiswill be part of it, and I will arrange it. That means ordering stuff tomake it work well. That will take a while, so first things first, youare going to exercise a lot more, and diet down. We've both begun toslide on some pounds, and if I'm going to look good as Gabby, I willjoin you. This will be a mutual effort, Sam. I promise, word of honor,no one will laugh. If they do, you win a triple or nothing. 'Sides, I'mpretty. "I listened as he told stories about my father and his time at the Citadel, some I had heard often; others, I have not, but I pretended as if I heard them all for the first time. I giggled at the appropriate moments, touched his arm “innocently”, asked questions, and basically flirted with him like I was on a first date with a boy my own age. He asked about me and I told him about my friends, Travis, school, and other nonconsequential topics. During our conversation, I had moved to sit.