I had to try and figure them out by seeing how you reacted to the different things I tried. In a sense that was my job. Whatever is happening between us, I don't want that to change. It pleases me now for different or maybe additional reasons to continue to try and direct the tableaux which will capture your imagination and surprise you too. That won't change. But knowing that you feel something about me, me and not just my body, is going to make a difference."

"But, Bob," Ann continued "maybe some day we can talk about it and maybe some day I'll understand it better but you have to know that turning you on, and even turning on other people, is one of the things that I get off on too."

There was no mistaking the fact that evening that our relationship was changing. Later that night Ann returned with me to my apartment. In my bedroom, Ann seemed eager to replay the afternoon's event. I had something else in mind, I wanted to be giving too, so while not depriving Ann of the opportunity to bathe my genitals again with her delightful mouth, I positioned myself to return the favor. Ann had a very clean and wholesome taste and I found a double reward as I buried my face between her legs. First, making Ann respond to me made me feel good, made me feel more equal in the relationship. The second benefit was that concentrating on tasting and teasing Ann displaced the focus which would have otherwise been on her activities on me and prolonged each of our pleasure. When we were done, Ann snuggled next to me. She did have one more caution to express: "Bo b," she said "This aspect of our relationship must be kept to ourselves." She explained,"You cannot let any of the other girls in the office think that you view me any differently than you view them. If it is going to work, you have to deal with me in their presence, in sexual terms, as impersonally as you deal with them." I understood the wisdom in her statement.