I'm so glad you chose me, darling. And as for last night — well, I daren't even think about it, I just go all goose-pimply. Do you know it was ten o...clock before I could even get off the bed?"I asked her to tell me more about this. These post-coital trances were a consequence of FUCK that I needed to understand."Well," she began after a pause to marshal her thoughts, "after we went to bed, er, made love, er —" She hesitated. "James," she inquired, "what do you like to call it?" Well, Fran, at. He doesn’t seem convinced. He seems like he wants to walk to earth to find a cure that might not even exist. He turns around and kisses me, gently because he’s afraid to hurt me. But I’m sick of people treating me like I’m so fragile! I wrap my legs round his waist and knot my fingers in his hair, holding his face to mine. He breaks away and trys to protest, but I stop him. ‘Just give me tonight, please.’ And with that he lowers his lips back to mine, his arms wrapping around my waist. But. He was happy with his choices for Nora; heknew she would look great and, with her beauty and figure, the centerof attention at her high power corporate position.Nora at 45 had risen through the ranks of her company to hold a veryimportant position of Senior VP: Operations. She was a striking womanto look at and even at her age overshadowed many younger women. Shehad a compassionate, intelligent, and expressive face with full lips,huge brown eyes, and auburn mid length hair that sometimes fell. She would show them, drummed through her hashish hazed mind, she would show them she could please, she would make them start the pictures descending again no matter what they demanded of her. They wanted her to be a whore, she would be a whore! They wanted her to suck, she would suck! They wanted her to fuck, she would fuck!Her tortured drugged mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations again arising erotically in her.