The kind that makes you not want towear clothes. But I work in a law firm, so I had on "the uniform." You know the one I mean, The tan (it wassummer a...ter all) suits, a white blouse. My one variation had been the shoes. I had on these little strappy highheeled sandals. The kind my grandmother would have called scandalous. In college we called them Fuck MeSandals. So my feet were the only part of me that were cool. I would have loved to be able to take off my clothes and feel free, but, it being. Unlike the other instruments, the drum was an organic instrument and bled into the microphones the pick-ups on the guitars - hence the booth. The booth allowed the producer to control the sound better - deadening the drums' natural reverb.But for Karen, the booth also isolated and protected her from the bickering and haggling that always took place during the creative process. Fatigue caused tempers to wear thin, especially Anna's, who was frustrated easily.Nothing could move fast enough for. . you have no breath. And the weird little pressures your body gave you... the feeling of a potbelly pushing against cotton. And a tie, guck, that's how that feels.Aw, *yowch*. No wonder you guys get crabby once a month.You've never had sex.You have... oh, my God. It *is* pretty amazing. That must be what heaven is like... feeling that way all the time.God, it's so fleeting a feeling for you! Maybe it would have been different if you had had a partner... everything is still so new to you.. We hadn't got very far outside, just to a sufficiently secluded spot when she stopped me, "I think that I'd like you to kiss me please, Helen." She added, "I'm not sure about this but you've made me want to try."I lifted her chin with a finger, my other hand around her waist and brought my lips to hers as gently as I knew how, I kissed her, long and slow, letting her get used to the feel of my lips on hers. Gradually, her hands around my back tightened, then her fingers were gripping me.