I got home from work and Molly's car was in the garage. She was sitting in the kitchen going over her mail when I walked in. "Hello stranger," I said ...o her. "I'm so glad you're home." I embraced her and gave her a big kiss. It really was good to see her again, despite all that I had done. "I really wish I could stay and make up for lost time," Molly told me. "I have to get down to the office for a review of the week. We have to do it before Monday. I'm so sorry. I'll make it worth your while. Really I did. But, now I'm afraid that we have to advance your education in preparation for your date with the queen. At least we should practice a little kissing, don't you think?"She slid over next to me and I put my arm around her. I had seen a few movies, and had watched the actors kissing. I wasn't totally ignorant. But damned if I wanted what the Hollywood types were doing in the latest movies. They were trying to bite each others mouths or devour their faces. I thought that looked pretty. Someone suggested pheromones, but that’s questionable science given our anatomy. That said, there are some studies which indicate that men respond to women ovulating.”“I think that’s probably true, though, to date, no study has shown either the mechanism or strong statistical correlation. And you know that correlation without understanding the mechanism is weak evidence.”“The old saying ‘correlation is not causation’, or in classical terms, a «post hoc, ergo propter hoc» error in logic.”“This. Suddenly she received a call and started screaming into the phone like there was no tomorrow. What irked me more than her screaming was that she rarely noticed me. Don’t get me wrong, she was way out of my league, but I’m no slouch either. When she was done, she finally looked at me and caught me staring at her. “What the fuck are you looking at?”. I don’t know if it was the drinks from before, but I replied, “Looking at you, who the fuck else is here?” That caught her off guard, I’m sure she’s.