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orgasmic.  That was what she did to him —h ow thrilling.
    Wanting to enjoy the moment , Angie sighed , but then she jumped and Mr. Robinson yelped once more as a scary police officer rapped on the window of the car.  She leaned away and Mr. Robinson wailed.  Finally she wrenched her mouth away from his , as he grabbed his pinched lip , bloodied from having been caught on her braces.
    The police officer had a scornful look on his face , causing Angie to blush.  “ Everything all right in here ?” he asked , looking at Mr. Robinson as though he might actually take him into the police station.  Wouldn ’ t that be just horrible ?   She ’ d have to spend all her babysitting savings to bail him out.
    Then , just to make things even worse , Angie ’ s dad turned on the lights and looked out the door.  “ What ’ s going on here ?   Angie , is that you ?”
    The police officer seemed to know her dad and waved , saying , “ Don ’ t worry , Judge , I have it under control. ”
    Angie ’ s dad waved and yelled , “ Thanks , Frank.  Send her in. ”
    Angie had no choice then but to exit the car and trudge back toward the house.  Her father had already gone back inside but it still felt humiliating.  She turned toward Mr. Robinson , trying to show him some support , but he was busy with the cop , handing over his driver ’ s license and all.
    What was wrong with Ben , anyway ?   He had this nervy talent for making her remember stuff nobody would want to recall.  What was the point anyway ?   Why did he have so little faith in her ?   He was always saying that her choices were mistakes.  Didn ’ t she have enough people in her life to do that already ?  
    Ben knew by the expression on her face precisely what she was thinking.  If only she had a clue about what was on his mind , but no , as she had been since the third grade , Angie was oblivious.  He stood there then , loitering outside the dressing room , discretely looking at all the frilly stuff , wondering if ever Angie would buy that stuff for him to enjoy , when she opened the dressing room door and flashed him the bra she ’ d been trying on.  He could see it only for a moment and then his glasses got a little steamy.  Was there no air conditioning in this blasted place ?   Were they trying to replicate the Victorian lack of modern devices ?   What the devil anyway.  Victoria never had stuff like this.  This whole day had gone to hell.  Why did he let Angie drag him to all these places ?   He wasn ’ t Paris Hilton ’ s Chihuahua so why did he let her treat him like that ?   He felt relieved that her doctor ’ s appointment was imminent and he could soon flee.
     
     
    Dr. Kevin Flicker liked his little projects.  Always vaguely bored and disenchanted with the status quo of his daily life , Kevin regularly had one or two going simultaneously.   It was what kept life interesting for him and held at bay the encroaching idea that his best years were possibly behind him. At the moment , Chrissy was his number one project.  They talked on the phone nearly every day , sometimes more than once—i t was titillating.  There was nothing like finding a woman ’ s soft spot and pressing it repeatedly until….
    “ Koush Koush ?” he asked her.
    Her voice was filled with the sort of beguiling desperation he most adored in a woman.  “ I have to have it. ”
    Chrissy was by this time doing Yoga , and as she talked into the Bluetooth headset , she was free to move into the various poses that were so beneficial for limberness and peace of mind.  At least she had achieved the limber part.  She lay on her back , hips raised , repeatedly touching knee to shoulder , knee to shoulder , alternating sides.
    “ I could stop by the Moroccan restaurant and bring you some. With lamb or beef ?” Kevin asked smoothly.
    Chrissy had dropped both knees down to her shoulders and she lay in a contented little ball.  “ Silly ,” she said.
    Kevin ’