" Well for what it's worth when she told me she had a date with Jeff I asked, ‘What about Tom? Are you through with him?' She replied that she loves...you and you are a gentle lover but sometimes she needed to get plowed by someone else for a change. That's the word she used, ‘plowed.' I'll see her at the office party tonight and I'll ask her how her date went. Talk to you tomorrow." And she hung up.*I had been so wrapped up in Janie's Friday night date that I hadn't thought about the office. " Well, if you continue this way, tell me a bra is comfortable on a hot,humid summer day, and we will see how you feel then!" Oh I understand that, and, really, that isn't what I mean by comfortableanyway. It is more like I feel comfortable with myself, like I'm nothiding the real me. I know that probably doesn't make sense to you, butit just is a very strong feeling for me." I may not understand why dressing like that is making you feel like that,but I think I understand what you mean. Why. I would love to see myself do that. But I'd die if it got out, so it's just as well.)That still wasn't quite the end of it. I did the big bottle a few more times. Not so intense as the first time, a little more mechanical, but I learned to balance and come on it, and that was incredible. Then one night we were, well, in the parlance of the times, "smoking cigarettes with no name on them." Wine with dinner, and we opened another bottle after, and a couple joints, and I was thoroughly wrecked.. My hands were already beginning to shake and I hadn't even left the station yet. "What am I doing". My mind was telling me to go home but this feeling in the pit of my stomach urged me onward.I haven't been this nervous since I asked Becky Wilson to the Senior Prom. As I drove up to her house I began to breathe hard, my mouth was dry as a popcorn fart. With shaking hands I knocked on her door and waited. I had to knock three times before she answered. I was about ready to leave when the door.