”Wanda frowned and asked, “Why?”Cliff replied, “He’s a big manly guy. He doesn’t want people to know that he writes romance books. Still, ...e must take a certain amount of pride in his work. Then you laugh at the material he did write.”Wanda nodded in agreement, but argued, “He doesn’t care about what we think.”Cliff laughed at that statement. He asked, “You know, he does care. He just won’t show it. He’s trying to act all tough and everything. Yet anytime something is really bothering you, he. A torrent offantasies flooded my brain all at once. I imagined myself being held andfondled and kissed by the men. I would be a rag doll to any one of them.I wished one of them would spring to life from the page and throw me overhis shoulder, then and there. He could carry me to my special room andwatch as I dressed in one of my naughty outfits for him. I came veryhard, very fast. Then, my shame at being caught returned.On the inside of the back page there was a yellow Post-it sheet.. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath. "I'm over-thinking this," he said in a soft voice. "This is no different from getting aroused at cheating on a wife or girlfriend. You just don't act on it. Whether I want to act on it or not is irrelevant."He had taken to talking to himself, as he no longer trusted which thoughts were his and which were planted. He thought perhaps forcing it through his speech center would help him sort between the two.Jason's head whipped around as he heard a. Everybody was tooting their horns and waving like crazy.It wasn't long before a police officer pulled up behind me. He got out of his car and started walking toward me. I could tell he was not a happy camper!"What's going on here?" My car has a flat tire." I said calmly."Well," he asked, "what are those obscene cardboard men doing here by the road?"I couldn't believe that he didn't know - so I told him, "Hellooo! Those are my emergency flashers!"This one is compliments of RabbiRabbitA.