" "Oh, yes." "Oh, yes. I was exploring my lesbian fantasies with that one. I've never actually been with two other women." "Would you like to?" "Not really. I enjoyed writing about it though. I've know one or two women. Good friends. I don't make a habit of it." "I've noticed that women seem to have more same sex fantasies than men do? Do you why that is, as a writer, I mean?" "As a writer? Why should I know?" "Thought you guys had some other wisdom that we engineers don't have." "Yeah, we probably do. Just because we study people and you study things. Perhaps it's because women are being more honest about their fantasy life?" "Whoa. I don't know about that." "Well, you asked," she replied. "I'll be careful what I ask from now on." "Don't be," she said. "Being careful is for the timid. Are you timid?" "No. I'm not." "Aren't you ever going to ask me what I want to drink?" "I'm sorry." "I'll have a Stolis on the rocks with a twist of lemon." Mike ordered the same. He couldn't take his eyes from her. Her movement, the way she moved her body, the indefinable quality of her person, seemed to have reached out and clicked hold of his heart or sprit or whatever you want to call that part of us that gets captured and held prisoner by a woman. He knew this was something more than sex. It was the deepest lust he had ever felt, and something beyond at the same time. He couldn't find the words to describe the feelings he was having as he sat there next to Jane, the woman who wrote pornography. And he knew when you can't describe it, the only word for it is love. Jane said she had an apartment around the corner on Marlborough, and suggested they go back to her place after they finished their drinks. |