You are an incredibly sexually frustrated woman. You held the sexual pressure back for a long, long time. For some reason, and I don't know why, when ...ou met me, the dam burst." Why? What happened? Why did I select you? Why did I say yes to you, but never to any other man?" I'm not sure what I had that attracted you. But you attracted me by both smell and looks." Smell. How weird." Not really. Smell is most important in the animal world; a bitch in heat might stimulate a male dog a half-mile. I first asked if he’d like me to perform something for him, which he did, to my surprise. He told me to do the piece I performed at my audition. He said it lacked emotion and wanted to help me bring it out. I was surprised that he actually was asking me to perform, actually act. I was momentarily disappointed, especially as I had only had sex on my mind, and the sexual possibilities of this encounter only increased as I made my way there. I started performing my monologue, without much. Are you American? Yes, we are, said Aimee. We saw your magazine. Why did you hide it? We saw the boys look at each other, then one of them shrugged. Just in case it was someone we knew, was the eventual response. Well, were swingers, I said. Do you know what that is? The boys both looked at each other, and one of them stood up, and said, Look, we dont want to get in trouble. Were sorry if you got upset at the magazine. Its my Dads. We dont care about the magazine, said Aimee. But we were. “I’ll send you a picture of us together,” I told her. “You haven’t seen her in a while.”“That’s true,” she admitted. “You said she’s twenty now?”“She’ll be twenty-one in June,” I said lightly.“And her parents haven’t killed you?”“Arthur’s more disappointed that Barb’s fairy-tale marriage is breaking up,” I chuckled. “Janice knew how she felt. She’s been reading Jane’s diary for years to make sure she wasn’t getting into anything she shouldn’t be.”“Well, if she makes you happy, that’s good.