" "Oh, that's OK, Rachael." "Oh, that's OK, Rachael. You don't need to apolgize for that." I was filled with sweetness myself, partly from relief at being let off the hook, partly because Rachael was being so nice, and partly because I sensed our discussion was coming to an end and I was looking forward to more fun with Mary. "But if you insist on apologizing," I continued, "I certainly accept it." "Well, thank you, Al," she replied graciously and seemingly with sincere feeling. "You're most gracious, but that doesn't change the fact that my pushing you was still uncalled for. I knew from the beginning that the main reason you were seriously considering my offer was because of how sexually turned on I'm getting you." Shit! This whole line of discussion was a skillfully laid trap for me that Rachael had set, and I had fallen right into it. I was visibly shaken when she sprung it on me, and I swore to myself and started to make a feeble protest. "Oh, there's no use denying it," she continued, cutting me off. "I know I'm a very attractive woman, and I can clearly see the reactions I'm having on you." "Rachael," I protested, visibly in pain. "It's really ... I mean ... it's not what you think, and ..." "No, Al. It's exactly what I think." She was kind but firm. "But don't worry. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I don't think anything's wrong with that. It's a normal reaction on your part ..." she said, giving me a sly look. Then she continued, ". |