Titled like "Lena Loses Her Hymen 1: To Adam"I am here at my first profile often, other times as 'Poet-PETER', also an author."Lena and I know that Ad...m is not my name. An usual abbrivation of Amsterdam in our mother tongue.Loses apostrophe after first A, in colloquial pronounciation: A'dam is a common short when we write it.Later I make my remark at the wall of the person's profile, who uploaded the video waking my memory.Let him know my fancies, in comparison to his. Some I share. Most. F-family? I said a little taken aback by his statement I dont remember anyone like this in our family. of course Im your family in fact Im your father he says with that wicked grin still attached to his face. I felt anger rise up in me I had to hold myself back not to punch this man you mean to to say your the one that raped and impregnated my mother cause her to be trapped in that body forever! I almost shout through gritted teeth. AH the very same he say while doing a bow with that same grin. ’ he said. His hands squeezed, flexed. I felt his touch and my body grew warm, aroused. His nostrils flared. I tried to free my hands. He grasped them tighter. ‘Don’t,’ he said. ‘ Have dinner with me.’ ‘I can’t,’ I whispered. ‘You won’t’, he countered. He used my hands to pull me up. ‘Tell me your name at least, since you won’t have dinner with me.’ I break our eye contact. I think for a moment. ‘Gabby,’ I finally relented. He looked amused. ‘You don’t look like a Gabby.’ ‘What do I. They open their mouths and talk to people and the other people respond. No hanging around in a chat room waiting for someone to show up. No waiting for email. Why would people give that up so easily to 'text' to each other? Granted, that was almost like conversation. But it was not the same thing.And the nuances of talk between beings! I nearly missed that reference to Gone With The Wind that Zeus threw in to his conversation so readily. I do not have that. I cannot engage in nuanced.