I was living an existence. I lived in the same town I?d grownup in; I never knew my father and my mother had died when I was 19, leavingeverything to ...e. We had not been wealthy but I did have a small flat to myname and could support myself by working as a secretary.? I had a few friends but an unexciting life. Inever met anyone new and didn?t go out much. I?d had a couple of badexperiences with men in my late teenage years and since my mother had died I?dnot dated anyone. I was actually. Pastor talked about the women who have abortions will end up in the same section of Hell as murderers and rapists. I was crying all along as I listened. Then Pastor told me to come to the podium and testify. I was so moved by the Holy Spirit I did not feel afraid, for the Lord was with me. I knew what I had to do. I approached the podium and fell down to my knees right next to Pastor and I explained to everyone I used to be an evil woman and how I had sex with a doctor and when I became. Shortly, he could see the chill bumps coming up all over her back and legs. He moved his fingers from the nape of her neck down to the soles of her feet, on the inside of her thighs, under her arms, on the sides of her breasts, over the fine hairs on her ass, and back again. As he watched the patterns of chill bumps follow his fingers, he mused, and I will see how much woman she is — what can she stand today?The bastard is doing that again on purpose — just like last night. God, that feels so. As you've seen, we don't have quite as much interest in fashion as your people did, although we do have an extensive lingerie market." Lingerie?" he said."Oh yes. Martian women love lingerie. Of course the lingerie items are all considered luxuries so you'll have to pay for them yourself." Of course," he said slowly. "Is it just me, or do you Martians seem to be well... somewhat preoccupied with sex?" No more so than any other culture in history," she said. "The difference here is that we.