At this point, though, I would just like to teach him a lesson about how you treat women, if you get what I mean.”“I do. I had a friend who was ra...ed. She ended up killing herself because she couldn’t deal with it.”“I could see how that could happen, but my friend managed to get through it, even though she got pregnant. She had an abortion.”“Wow. And she’s OK?”“I wouldn’t say ‘OK’ but I would say she’s working on being OK. She shakes like a leaf at any contact with a guy — even just holding. We were about done with our wine when my favorite slow song came on. I asked for her glass which she quickly polished off. I started to approach her, she looked at me wondering what I was doing.“Slow dance with me, Amanda.”“Ummm, that's okay.”"Pleeease, it's my favorite song. Just this one. I'll be your best friend," I giggled.She laughed. “Just this one?”“Yes, it's almost half over too.”She relented, letting me slip in front of her, my hands gently around her waist. We're both the same height. "I nicked it from the hospital!" Bernie, you are so terrible!" Yes I am aren't I," she laughed, "But my need is greater than theirs today. Kiss me Lyn."It wasn't a question. And she wasn't about to take no for an answer even if it was. I moved to her but she grinned and lay down on the bed, moving over to the far side. She patted the mattress next to her. "Lay here Lyn and kiss me now."Last night I would have been a bit reluctant, but today, well, I was more experienced now. I lay down next to. Her arms looked like she had 2 percent body fat; bulging biceps which made me think she had just done a set of curls. Her legs, quads, etc were quite muscular too. She didn't look like she was on steroids but looked as fit as she could naturally get. I don't know how long I was staring at her or how I was still jogging straight on the treadmill but when I looked back up, she was staring back at me. She then smiled at me with the sweetest disengaging smile. I barely smiled back and then turned.