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Thursday, October 09, 2003
"Five Times Better"
Heather Investigates The ad in the City Paper was intriguing.A science researcher was looking for women to participate in an experiment to determine the intensity and duration of female orgasms. Heather, who was more than a little dissatisfied with her current live-in lover -- he was more interested in his own gratification than hers -- decided to investigate. She certainly was orgasmic, but lately, she seemed to be spending more time going than cumming.She wondered whether her physical reactions to love making were similar to what other women experienced. Perhaps the researcher could help. The address in the ad indicated the researcher (male...female... switch hitter?) was conducting the experiments in a townhouse near McLean. "Seems a safe enough address," Heather thought to herself. Heather drove over to McLean from her apartment on Capitol Hill. As she wheeled up the Parkway, she wondered what she was going to encounter. Unconsciously, her right hand was at her breast, her fingers gently tweaking her nipple. A guy passing her on the right looked over, saw what Heather was doing and began honking his horn. Heather glanced over, took a look at the Yuppie type in the Porsche wearing a three piece suit, decided he was a lawyer--the lowest form of life --and stuck out her tongue. She drove on. Crossing over to the right hand lane, Heather turned onto the exit and, following the directions at the bottom of the ad, drove into the townhouse complex, found the right apartment, parked her car and got out. As Heather walked up the brick sidewalk, the front door of the townhouse opened and a young woman walked out. She looked flushed.Her makeup was askew, there were beads of perspiration on her forehead and her blouse was buttoned incorrectly.The young woman was also having trouble negotiating the three steps that led down from the door to the sidewalk. "Are you okay?," Heather asked the woman. "You don't look well." "Oh, I'm just fine now," the young woman responded. "I've just been visiting with the doctor and he gave me a very thorough examination..." "Examination?," Heather asked."What kind of examination, what kind of doctor?" Heather was beginning to have second thoughts about the "experiment." "Well," the young woman said, "I've been in there for nearly five hours and I've just never gone through anything like it. It was unbelievable! I mean, I thought I was going to..." At that moment, the townhouse door opened again and a middle-aged man walked about halfway out. He looked at Heather for a moment or two, sighed, and started speaking. "You are here to participate in the experiment," the man said to Heather. He didn't phrase his remark in the form of a question. He looked right into her eyes. "Why...yes, I am," Heather responded, "but I'd really like to know what is going on in there." Heather was trying to peer behind the mind and see into the half-opened townhouse door.
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