I just never expected..." You stopped again as confusion derailed your thoughts once more. You squeezed my waist as if to affirm that I was really, tr...ly there."Hey...I'm ticklish," I protested. I tucked my forefinger under your chin and tilted it up toward me as my lips sought out yours. I kissed you gently, but affectionately. "How's that for positive identification, Ma'am?"The way you kissed me back was all the reply I needed. We stood there for a few minutes, kissing sweetly in a loving. I murmured "good night," undid my seat belt, and bolted for my front door. I had the door unlocked and was almost inside when he grabbed my arm and turned me around.He engulfed me with his arms and the smell of bourbon was overpowering. I gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek, said, "Thank you for a lovely evening," pushed him away and opened the door again."Not so quick bitch, I didn't blow eighty bucks on dinner for a peck on the cheek and a thank you. I want a piece of ass and you owe me."He. But I don't really fancy guys.(That should settle the matter, shouldn't it?) But if I were her, Iwould fancy guys. I have to accept that. I want to understand it. IfI was Susan Miller I'd have a husband and two kids and a nice house.I'd have a recurring role in a daytime soap opera and I'd do voice-oversfor commercials and occasional theatre work. And I would treasure thefan mail I get from kids who love the show where I tell fairy storiesthat I first did when I was just starting out, over. The sun was shining, and she could hear the sound of children playing in the local park a block away. A smile creased her mouth as she felt herself wanting to go out and experience the day. She turned and glanced at the forgotten papers on her desk. Her smile grew wider as she said aloud, ‘they can wait.’ She cheerfully gathered her belongings and left her office. She paused to let Linda, her secretary, know where she was going, and she left the museum with the feeling of having a huge burden.