How it can become a sacred thing to people.’ Hansen took a deep breath and blew it out. ‘Wow,’ he said. ‘You are ambitious. To do a study of s...xuality and spirituality in America would be a whole other mountain of work. I think that would be too much.’ ‘No, I didn’t mean to do more research,’ Christi blurted out. ‘I just wanted to compare it to my own experiences.’ ‘To your OWN experiences?’ Hansen was startled. Christi felt herself blushing deeply. ‘Well… yeah.’ ‘Christi -‘ Hansen was. "What time is it?" she asked."A quarter after eight," he replied."Too early to go to bed," she said in a tone that sounded like disappointment."And my company's too boring to keep you awake, apparently," he smiled."Oh, Jeff, I'm sorry. I didn't mean--" I'm just joking, Lissa. Really, it's okay. You know what you need right now?" What?" A nice, hot bath." That sounds wonderful," she smiled. "Good idea, Jeff."She stood up, then immediately sat back down again, putting her hand to her head."I'm. I hate having to look up at angle to see a movie, leaning back is so much more comfortable plus I figured that if hands went exploring, the top would be a little more private. After about 20 minutes or so he placed his hand on my leg causing my heart to skip a beat. Ive never been even remotely physical with another person so the slight contact of his hand on my leg gave me a semi (which Im not sure if he noticed or not), filled my chest with butterflies, but I loved it all the same. He had to. .."Get dressed, it's time for you to go."Once downstairs, I pored myself a shot of the vodka Marcie had neglected to put away in hopes of clearing my head a little. I was still a bit in shock at what had just taken place. A few moments later and Marcie came down the stairs and entered the room where I had just pored myself a second shot. Marcie:She had an almost evil smirk on her face as she entered the room..."You mind poring me one of those before I go?"Me:I pulled out a second shot glass,.