"Part of the attraction was social, especially the Friday nights and Saturday mornings. It was a great way to meet women. A West Side synagogue called...Lincoln Square became known as "wink and stare" because of the singles' scene. For some reason, there were many more women than men. Sometimes I felt like a cat in a salmon cannery and sometimes I felt like one of the salmon... It was like living inside a Yiddishe Jane Austen novel. Pride, prejudice, sense, sensibility, and in the end everyone. Then she was back. The moment she set foot through the door I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She was talking away in Hindi but I didn’t understand – I covered her mouth with a kiss but she bit my lip, drawing a little blood. I looked at her hard and for the first time in a long time she looked a little frightened. Only my smile and shake of The head seemed to bring the calm back to her face. I freed her hair and it cascaded across her shoulders all the way down to her waist. She. She’d written some textbooks on politics, and lectured at some Ivy League schools and married money, and now she was living the life of Riley. Getting hold of her was hard a lot of the time because she was ‘at sea’. I kept waiting for her to invite us to come visit, but it wasn’t happening and there was no way I was going to ask, so Tina was just not there at the time.We lived in a suburb of Seattle, and let me tell you, business was booming. Recently, our company got selected to sell this. It was a voice very different from her husband's but it was just aspowerful and just as comforting and just as strong. I soon found myselfslipping into the same peaceful and attentive and submissive state Dr.Wilson's voice would put me into."Yes, sissy, good sissy, that's it sissy, open your mind to me. Submitto me sissy. This is for your own good sissy. This is part of yourtherapy sissy. Submit to me sissy and I will help you sissy. That'sit, sink deeper into my voice sissy. Lose.