She smiled, and let out a long, languid moan.“Oh, that was wonderful. I love you, Dan.”“I love you, too.”“Mmm, kiss me.”He was happy to ob...ige that request, and reclined next to her to do so. A lingering tingle of her orgasm caused her to twitch when their lips first touched, but then they both melted into the soft, sweet kiss.For long minutes, they simply looked at each other, caressing each other’s faces and tasting each other’s lips when the whim struck them. Then, she rolled over onto her. . /Clicking through, her confusion grew. The list closer resembled a "top 10 porn stars" - it was made up of all the profiles that Abigail had pegged as obviously fake. Artificially enhanced breasts, profiles that could have been sex phone-line transcripts, women with piercings and tattoos and dresses so short they could have been worn as belts.Still, if this was what the guys of Desire Dating wanted, Abigail knew that she would have to adapt. She could feel her competitive side coming out, and. . how do you know what I'm wearing?" I don't know. I see things," I said, pleased with myself for being right. "Are you doing it?" You tell me, Mister Smart Guy." Not yet, but you will unbutton the top button before we hang up." How many dominoes have you seen?"I hadn't thought about how many dominoes I had seen fall. "Six," I said."Tell me what happened."I tried to think of a good example. The snake eyes I had seen when everything was going wrong had no real outcome. I considered telling her. " What the fuck? Is he some sort of tranny?" Are you really a psychiatry registrar?" She puts on an increduloustone."Look at my name badge 'babe'. If you can read. What does it say?" Youdumb slag."It's just that I'm surprised someone in your field is so liberal withderogatory terms like that."How dare you; you little slut!"I don't see any patients in earshot. Do you?" I dismiss her misplacedadvocacy."Perhaps you should read your own name badge. I think you'll find it hasa list of the hospital.