"Don't ever hang up on me again," he says quietly and still forcefully."I just assumed I must've dialed a wrong number. Lord knows you don'tanswer my ...alls." I answered this one. Don't you ever dare hang up on me again. Do youunderstand?" ... yes."He took my chin between his thumb and fore finger and turned me for akiss. My legs began to wobble, swear to god. We kissed and he forces mytongue back with his. I'm simply melting, just like some old country andwestern ballad. My hands grab hold of. And they liked and needed that. But I did whatI was told. One time my date told me to come to her home rather early.She wanted to do some work on me. She wanted me to wear the exact samemakeup she was wearing that evening. She wanted to look at my face andsee herself, right down to the spectacularly shiny lip gloss shefavored. Her mother helped do my makeup just right. Good thing mysisters had put my hair into a high swinging pony tail as I left to goon this date. Luckily the long dangly ruby. I asked her to wear some black seams heals and a shortish skirt for the dinner date. She gave me one of those looks when I suggested it, Sure enough though when she came out of the bedroom after getting ready she was wearing those sexy seams. Along with it was some bright red satin and lace undies, a mid length black skirt and a white blouse. She looked a knockout..and gave me an instant twinge at the prospect of what might happen.Phil arrived and I saw his appreciative glance as he looked her. "He was really a fanatic. He collected every story, andthen compared them and cross-referenced them. A real loser, you know?Truth is, I didn't want to end up like those nerds. Collecting myths andfairy tales and rubbish while hanging out in basements eating pizza. Imean, we're sitting here on your couch and playing a game, but we'rehonest about it. We know that this is not the real life. Those guys?They forget."I nodded.I quickly dropped the topic - Maputo wasn't the culprit of the joke,.