This time, though, I have to ask Ty to repeat the question.Paul, my husband, says the infamous statistic about how often men think about sex is true. ...f anything he thinks it's an understatement, but that may just be Paul assuming that everyone is as sexcentric as he is. What i find curious is that there is no comparable statistic for women. Anyone who assumes that women spend most of their time thinking about what's to be done in the office or the kitchen is just plain wrong. In my case, very. It was good to see that I was able to help him this afternoonand I saw no reason to tell Will what I had done. I worried that he wouldn’t understand and might find something perverted in it. Besides, it wasn’t like I was going to need to do it every day.The next day Tim came to me right after breakfast suggesting he take his shower since he had some friends coming by after lunch. I agreed and I told him to meet me in my room. As I was getting changed I noticed my bra was still damp and rather. We got a little nervous and got dressed, never to speak of it again, until two years later.We were both sophomores in High School and wound up at the same party in a different town. Neither of you knew the other was going. We were 15 at the time and I was with my buddy Tony and Aunt Dee was with her friend Jen. We bumped into each other shortly after we arrived. We talked and went our separate ways to see who we could hook up with. After a while we were back to hanging out with each other, but. No one was making the food,and only a completely white wall welcomed her. The terminal had a placeshe could describe what she wanted and without any prompt as to what itmight serve.Kate decided that she would just request a special chicken parmesan thatshe had eaten at a small shop when her mother took her to the big city.She made sure that the details of the location were properly put intothe machine. With a slight hiss Kate suddenly smelled the cheese, sauce,and chicken before her. A tray.