" he started, long pause, "Um ... I find I'm developing really strong feelings for you." Again, he paused, searching for the right words to convey his...feelings. "I'd like for us to meet some place else besides here..." Jack motioned with his hand, indicating the basement of a library, "Um ... a date if you will ... Tara, I feel you like me, and I know I like you and..."Tara hung her head and when she lifted it, Jack thought he saw a tear in her eyes. "Jack, I just can't. I can't tell you any. There are plenty offirst-hand accounts, so you can trust my story to be accurate. Also, itis pertinent to my own tale, and it may answer a question or two thatyou have.The morning of March 17, 2423 was a cold and blustery one. It had beena dry winter, and many in New England were worried that it was shapingup to be a dry spring as well. Although no one said it out loud, manywondered whether the Sea Witch of Norfolk was going to send rain theirway sometime soon. The crops had not be planted. I wouldn't lay in bed with a man I didn't care about for years and years while he jumped on me, wiggled his bottom, made his little squirt, and then rolled over and went to sleep..".⦁ "Ruth..."⦁ "... Well that’s the way it was and how it still is for millions of women, honey. Not me. I knew what an orgasm was before most women in my generation even knew the word..."⦁ "Grandma..."⦁ "So are you having them now?"What?⦁ " Orgasms, Sylvia, can you make yourself come?" Ruth, that is so personal. I. When she drives by strange kids playing on the sidewalk, she’s afraid that they’ll suddenly run into traffic.“I didn’t claim that it was. I just called to see if the way was clear for me to bring over the check.”“Sure. I’m not dressed for company, though.”“I’ve seen worse.” I had, after all, seen her through several bouts of flu and a pregnancy. She was dressed in a quite pretty, and sexy-without-being-revealing, robe when I got there. She had taken off her makeup because the day was over. Then.