Penisface (yes that's his real name, but he gets mad if you make fun fo it). yella at me i press a button and the hot molten plastic pours into the mo...lds and forms buttons. Easy enough, right?I also own a car. It's a Toyota Camry and it's blue. It looks pretty inconspicuous. I also have a Canon Powershot g9 camera which I purchased at my local photography shop for 400 dollars, which is equal to about 250 British pounds for you British readers (so you understand the value of the money).I drive. There was one winter Erik and I spent a lot of time together - I saw him almost every day in fact. He had been laid off from his job, and my school schedule allowed me odd hours, when no one else I knew was available. So I saw him. We had lunch. We watched movies. We talked philosophy huddled up under a blanket in his basement, with me shoving my frozen toe-sicles under his butt for warmth. We had a lot in common, and a lot of areas where we squabbled endlessly about the same silly subjects. " I began before she broke into a giggle."My God, dont be so serious! Us girls expect you to look! Why do you think Im wearing this stuff? Cmon, I know a quiet place where we can talk!"This was unreal. I had been looking forward to meeting her for weeks but realistically all I expected was a chance to tell her how pretty I thought she was and maybe get an autographed photo of her. But here she was, ready to sit down and have a personal chat with me! We walked away from the crowded convention. And the more I wanted to repeat it, the more guilty, disgusted and ashamed I felt.And so it went on for what seemed like hours. Sleep was impossible; my mind and stomach working as a team to keep me from anything that might ease my conscience. Hours later I lay wide awake alongside the father of my children, listening to Pete’s slow breathing.Though I hadn’t made it difficult, the seduction – such as it was - had been wonderfully exciting. Being made to feel so attractive after all these years.