" It is," you reply."Unless ... You're a lesbian, and you're the only one sober enough to enjoy it. Are you interested?" She smiles at you."I am." You...smile as well. She turns the music on and the volume up. Then you grab her hand and lead her to your bedroom. You sit on the bed and wait."Since this is a new lap dance, I'll start over." She buttons her blouse again. As the seductive music plays, she sways over to you. She grabs your hands and puts them on her hips. Her hands move up and down. Even the latest reports on nuclear threats came through people who already knew him by sight. And if an officer in the Mossad had business urgent enough to report to him directly, as well as making it through the multiple levels of bureaucracy to see Imi face to face, he would have been paged already. After all, that was how they did things with Imi Morgenstern, the Commander of Mossad. Imi turned to face the wood paneled floor, and it didn’t take him long to spot the source of the pipe smoke.. By the end of the fourth round, her punches that had only stung a little at the beginning of the fight, were now causing him serious pain. What was worse, now Cathy was constantly smiling at him. It looked as if she was actually having a good time, that this was all just a game to her. In the fifth round he finally began to land some punches of his own. The reason was that she was no longer up on her toes, she was standing flat footed trading him three for one, no longer concerned over being. ”“Exactly. But sex isn’t intimacy. If you learn nothing else, learn that.”She drained her coffee cup, stood up, picked up her book bag and with a wave walked out of The Hub. As I watched her walk away, I realized that I’d never really met anyone like her before. At twenty-three, and in her first year of the graduate architecture program, she was quite a bit older than any of the girls I usually hung out with and even a couple of years older than Pete, who was the oldest person I regularly spent.