I paged through the proofs of fashion editorials scattered on his light box and uncovered a collection of shots focused on one model. She was nude. An... though the first few poses were artfully demure, others captured a more brazen and haughty stance. Her legs had fallen apart and her mouth was slightly ajar, as if inviting entry. She looked amazingly sexy in the smoldering light, which cast her body in dramatic curve loving shadows. Inspired, I playfully began to pose in the full length mirror. ”“Shondell, what has gotten into you?” she asked, playing for time, but slipping so swiftly into character, calling me by the hick alias we used in fun, that I wanted to congratulate her.“Do you have a different understandin’ of that word where you come from?” she drawled.“No ma’am,” I said nervously, feeling like I was over a hill and safe behind a bush, but still half expecting to be thrown out of her world for this indiscretion.She looked intently down at her book.“You want to lick my. ”“I like it.”“A night with a girl like you calls for brandy. Taste a bit more ... Mmmm. You improve the taste of brandy.”“Professor!”“Warren. You’re not in my class any more. You’re a pretty girl I took to hear music. That’s a date, not a class assignment.”“Warren ... Well, I guess that calling you Warren makes it a date.”“Certainly. You drink with your dates; you kiss your dates. Mmmm.”“Mmm ... Warren!”“And your dates kiss you there, as well. Come, drink your brandy.”“Very well ... Oh.”“Karen. He looked to be tall, stocky build, and had a nice warm smile and manner about him."You cycling in from far?" He said congenially."From Bedford," I said "about 15 miles or so."I was expecting--perhaps naively--that the conversation would take a bit of time to unfold, but he surprised me when he said: "A long way back...you want a lift..?"Normally I would have balked, but that tingling returned like a storm, and I found myself saying 'yes' before I even realized I opened my mouth.He got out of.