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"Step on it, Frank! If help isn't coming, ..." she screamed as the beemer swerved and dropped back. That bought another ten minutes. Shannon tried to break the tension, awkwardly though, "So... How's Nora?" "Soft. Real soft," Frank laughed nervously, still flipping his eyes between the road ahead and the mirrors, actually she is a sweet sweet woman. Funny huh?" Shannon questioned, "What's funny?" "I was the only man at the table who had never heard of her. I never owned a pin up of any woman." "Julie?" "Yeah. I guess. We were spiritually bonded. Somehow Nora makes it different. It is a different kind of affinity. I don't think Julie would have wanted me the way I was. Every body else saw Nora as sex. I didn't see that." "What did you see?" "Life. She is the biologic imperative. Continuity of life force flows from her," to which Shannon gave an uneasy throat sound then, "Frank. She is female. I am female. Half the planet is female. Women are all life givers." "Well, to quote you, it's the flag you wave. Women are very protective of their life force. It's internal. Nora radiates it. She dresses in it. It isn't crude or even unseemly worn by her. It is healing." Shannon just kissed him behind the ear. "How's those apples?" to which he answered, "Wrong help." "What?" Frank and Shannon were not the only ones with a car phone. Help WAS on the way. Bad help.

"Damn, these guys like beemers," Frank mumbled. Shannon spun around, "What? What? Where?"