nd what was Harlan like in bed? Well, you know Harry Reems, the porn star. Very athletic, he could hold a woman upside down by her feet and make it look right. He wasn't like that. But close. Not so athletic, but very directive, "Do this, do that." Relaxing. I can feel my breathing slow just thinking about it. He walked a line. He wasn't mean, but like Reems, he could slap me on the fanny and the stinging would be just the right thing.

Hmmm. And Ted. Ted was a dreamboat-type. I can still see myself dancing a slow song with him, "The Great Pretender" and him kissing me on the stone patio. Hours of French kissing with no relief. I'll never forget him. I was a virgin when I married him too. Astonishing. Two husbands, a real slut and I was pristine both times. Gail, nobody will believe that. Okay, but it's true. As a matter of fact, Ted didn't believe I was a virgin. I didn't bleed and he thought I'd had an affair the summer he was in boot camp.

I think even today he's not sure. I contributed - I was trying to make him think I was going out with others. So he'd be jealous and marry me. It worked, but then no blood! I should have gone all the way with someone. And then we waited for babies and they didn't come. We got busy with other things. Ted became a manufacturer's rep for Cessna and I became a backcountry guide. Arranging cycling trips in Canyonlands. I even competed some in regional meets. This is a great area for endurance, all these hills and heat.

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