They ran like one of her slide show presentations through her mind. Each slide digging deeper at the hole in her soul. She was not even aware that th... sobs had won out in their silent battle. Until she felt the warmth of his hand on her shoulder. His words were husky as he turned her, drawing her into his arms. ‘It’s alright. Let it out. It makes it better.’ She fists plummeted bare steel of his chest. ‘That’s a lie. It doesn’t. Nothing makes it better. Nothing ever will.’ She cried in. Just what would he do next?He continued his almost casual caressing of my flesh. His fingers ranalong my arms, under my breasts and over the curve of my ears. Histouch was always light, almost fleeting, and I could do nothing butquiver in anticipation. Despite his fingers never touching my breastsor the folds of my womanhood, I was as aroused as I'd ever been. I'dnever imagined this kind of sensuality or just the kind of effect itcould have on me.Just as I started to whimper and moan from the. "You're a natural. I think you must have Welsh blood in you because harmony seems to be second nature to you."Reg beamed."Right! We'll do it again but we'll carry on. By the way, those two little black rectangles above the middle line mean ... What?"Reg looked back at the music. There was one minim in the bar before the rectangle and there were four beats to the bar. "Two beats pause?" Spot on but in music it's called a rest." OK."They played the passage a couple of more times and Reg did. What's that mean?It means they cut the skin off at the end.'How old were you when it was cut off?'My mum said I was two days old.'Did it hurt?You bet it hurt. I couldn't walk for a year, 'This one is compliments of John & Beryl:FLAWLESS MALE LOGIC...Woman:Do you drink beer?Man: YesWoman:How many beers a day?Man:Usually about 3 draft Bock beersWoman:How much do you pay per Draft Bock beer?Man: $5.00 which includes a tip(This is where it gets scary!)Woman:And how long have you been.