"At the last minute, David told me his buddy, Brian, wanted to come along, and was that OK with me. Sure, I said, I know Brian and I kind of like him....Mom gave me another squeeze."I think he's a little sexy, too, I added. Apparently David heard something in my tone, because he gave me a funny look when I said that."Anyway, it was a warm afternoon and we were all pretty hot and sweaty by the time we'd made it over Jasper Ridge and into the little meadow behind it. We'd brought along some. A shrink might wish to write a white paper on Murphy. He might divine a Freudian basis for her proclivities. Perhaps he’d wax philosophical on her rebellion against a repressive, chastising, hypocritical Catholicity where girls having ‘impure’ thoughts were tramps and whores, while their priests are fucking kids and somehow that’s acceptable. He might want to write about Oedipal impulses and parenting. Whatever his loftiness for a scientific paper in the journals, his opus might never reach. All this time I had thought that I had the upper hand but I was wrong.Some how I managed to get through the day and was in the process of clearing off my desk and getting ready to go home when the phone rang. To my shock it was Susan. When I answered the phone she just said, "It's me."I didn't know how to react so I kept as calm as I could and said, "Hi." About last night." What about last nigh?" I tried to sound like it wasn't important to me to know anything about last night."I didn't want. I have a trim girly figure and nice boobs – a “C” cup that shows up nicely on TV when I turn to gesture at the weather map. Also, when the chemistry is right between me and a guy I can really go crazy. That said, I currently have no one special in my life and I haven’t gone crazy for over two years. I’m in a rut – a dry spell; no guys, no dates, and no sex.After I graduated from college I lucked into a job as the weekend weather girl and ‘gofer’ for a TV station in western Idaho. They thought I.