Her breath caught, but she was erroneously sure that no one else knew what was going on. Trying to maintain her composure, despite her flushed skin an... hard nipples, she sat down and poured some orange juice.Ken announced that it was time for him to leave for class, and Tina looked at him."You're in school?" she said disbelievingly."Martial arts classes," he replied."Wow, that's really cool! I've always wanted to learn that stuff. Naturally, Mom wouldn't let me. You wanted to take karate too,. But sensual exploration of sexuality, loss of all thought and inhibition, losing CONTROL. Total surrender. How can one just surrender their thoughts, their senses? I go through the days of my regular life having to be serious, stay serious… stay in control of myself. Coolly dealing with the realities of life. How then do I surrender myself? The very thought of doing this awakens something in me that has lain dormant. I WANT IT! To not be bound by anything, to explore and be explored. To. “And, since going to Sam’s to get White Castle and then cooking it would take too long, I’ll spring for dinner at some lesser place.”“Smart man,” muttered Hannah.“What, Dear?” asked Phil with a grin.“I never went out with Jack again,” Hannah reminded him, firmly.“Oh,” said Phil. “That.” He pulled her against him with one arm. “We wouldn’t want that outcome.”There is an interesting dynamic that sometimes comes into play in a situation like the one I was in. Let’s use a similar kind of scenario. Sylvia lowers her head, grateful for the etiquette that saves herfrom having to look at that pale, freckled scalp and the repulsive row ofblack gemstones that bisect it. If she tries hard, she can still picturethe tousled gingery blonde hair that used to hang to Ruth's shoulders,still hear the educated southern accent that so often reminded Sylvia ofthe years she spent in London."Salam, Sylvia Russell," Ruth says at length, though she continues to painther face."Salam, saylanan." This morning.