I waved a flat hand over my knee and pointed my forefinger at the driver.She blinked, nodded, scrunching her lips tightly shut.The taxi made a hard le...t onto Polk St. throwing her body over onto mine. I could smell her rancid hair. Another fact cataloged. As I helped her straighten up, she pressed her hand on my leg. Her fingernails were ragged, chewed short, half her pink fingernail polish chipped off and there was a raw hangnail patch on her ring finger. Cataloged.I looked at her pretty face. "I do not see the part of you that is missing--" indeed, that was logically impossible-- "but rather, I see new ways you might develop your talents to give pleasure. Talents I... have always found the greatest pleasure in..."As I said this to her I began to press my sex against her foot. She struggled to get away but in the drooping hammock, and armless, she had little ability to maneuver, and so there was little she could do to prevent me from pulling my skirt over her leg and then pressing. Main kaha yes why notPir hum na hai maina kaha theek hai tum khol do main gate band kiya or bed room ma poch gaya main green colour ka top or denim pahan rakhi ti us na muj ko baho ma liya or mara lip[ par kis karna lagi pahla to muj ko tora ajjeb sa laga par fir muj ko maza ahana laga mai be us ka sath dana lagi .10 min hum ek dusra ka lips kis karti rahi.10 min ka bad hum na ek dusra ko chora ritu kahane lagi asa maza nahi ata bilkol nangi hiti hai .main kaha teek hai wo kahane lagi pahalaMai. Not illegal, but politically incorrect and decidedly immoral.Women's Liberation Groups were known to blackball colleagues and associates who were married ... to a man, that is. They were accused of 'sleeping with the enemy.' Fem-terrorist conferences went so far as to expel their own lib-sisters if it was discovered they were dating guys. That was called 'fraternizing with the foe.'What this radical, exclusive and judgmental approach did to some vulnerable and impressionable women was sad.