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There were times when I was the initiator. Something in his manner, His look, his words, his nearness Would trigger wantonness In me. It would rise up from Some secret place deep in my core Like a warm tropical sun Leaving me feverish with anticipation And…he would know, Giving me his special half-smile. Desire would fill those wonderful eyes. It’s a look that every woman...

The other evening we had a few friends over for dinner. Like me, they passed age 65 a few years ago, which means they graduated in the 1950s. In the course of our conversation I mentioned that if you looked at our high school year books, all the pictures of the students from one year book seem interchangeable with another - the faces all looked the same. One friend doubted me so I...

So, for Christmas I get one of those spiffy new E-readers. The gift box just materialized under the small Douglas fir that is this year’s Christmas tree, left there by some Secret Santa. Several days later, no one has claimed responsibility for the gift, though I have a short list suspects. My holiday prize was wrapped in a small book-sized (ironic, hunh?) box, cleverly...