I've got a confession to make: I think of 'doing it' all the time. I look at the computer screen at work, feel bored, close my eyes...and invariably think of doing it. I'm in the bus, staring vacantly at the maddening crowd outside, shut my eyes & think of doing it. I reach home exhausted and reeling; think of doing it. I wake up on weekend mornings, think of dedicating the entire day doing it...and end up complying for only a few minutes, exceedingly satisfying though it may be. I think of the blessed day when the object of my affection had come home with me for the first time. I was tempted to doing it that very night, but better sense prevailed and I didn't. We just lay together in bed before I fell asleep. But temptations are hard to resist and I finally did it for the first time! It was magical and very special, something that has kept me loyal for all these months. I can still recall the anticipation, the excitement, the apprehension, the uncertainty, the