To my happy surprise, it was Anna. She asked if she could come up to see me, for a chat. The answer was out of my mouth before I could think, and she ...nocked on my door within minutes. She looked very sexy in her loosely tied blouse, short skirt, and sandals. I offered her a drink, and we chatted. She said she was touched by my politeness and how I had not hounded her during the cruise. I was flattered, and as she stood by the window, I moved behind her and put my arms around her. She was firm. So imagine the time that it would take - to get the ropes so artistically over and around you body -- think about being blind folded and my hands and the rope as they together move over your body -- the rope staying there -- you feel the pressure of it -- little by little you can relax your body - and still you will not move -- the rope bind you -- till you are completely tied -- it is a peace of living art - you are that art -- now like any other artist I would want to admire my art. Do you. She handed it over to him and said, “I don’t have a ten.”“Stephen!”Claudia stuck her head in the office and said, “He’s busy.”“Send him in anyway,” Magus said.Claudia rolled her eyes and said, “Okay.”Stephen entered the office and said, “You bellowed oh great master of assigning impossible homework assignments.”“Yes. Give this twenty to Claudia and bring back a ten,” Magus said holding out the twenty dollar bill to Stephen.“She’s right outside the door,” Stephen said.“Don’t argue,” Magus. And if she knows, what else matters? Why on earth should a male think that he needs to inform her or anyone else of his approval and appreciation? Does a ‘wolf whistle’ or public comment add anything worthwhile? Any such act only draws the attention of third parties who have no part in the admiration of the woman. If she knows she is admired, no one else could possibly count. If everything is strictly between the admired and the admirer, then it becomes a delicious little secret. And who could.