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My second encounter with Big “D” occurred less than month later.   The afternoon was sunny and warm.   As I walked leisurely along a rather secluded section of ocean beach in southern Oregon, I noticed a very beautiful young woman wearing a skimpy, yellow-polka dot bikini.   As she came gaily bouncing along the beach toward me, she displayed an abundance of feminine physical attributes, and I immediately sensed my body reacting to the stimulation.   To my surprise, she pranced right up to me and said, "Hi, Stoney.   Did you want to see me again?"  

I thought:  "again?"   Since I was already seeing almost as much of that body as it was possible to see, I knew I would remember if I had seen her before.   I was puzzled, and then, that look flashed in her eyes.   Those eyes!   I recognized those yellow-green eyes.

T.L.C.   Big D, is that you? 

Big D   You've been a reporter a long time, Stoney.   You're getting pretty good. 

T.L.C.   Where did you get that body?  

Big D   Oh, I just borrowed it for a couple of hours.  

T.L.C.   From where?   I'd like to borrow it once in awhile myself! 

Big D   Want to make a deal?  

T.L.C.   Ahh...   No, thanks.   I'll find her on my own. 

“She,” Big D, dropped herself down onto the sand and patted a spot in front of her indicating for me to sit down.   Once again, I was churning inside.   Attraction and repulsion were having a not-too-pleasant tug of war.   I wanted to sit close and, at the same time, I wanted to be in the next county.   

After a couple of deep breaths, I sat down about three feet away, half facing the ocean and half facing her.   I took another deep breath.   Even knowing who was sitting with me, I still found her sexual aura almost overwhelming.   Big D . . .?   As I looked, I wondered and then became aware of still another reason, or two, why he, or in this case, she liked to be called Big D.   

Big D   Okay.   Fire away.

T.L.C.   Your choice of words is most appropriate.   The last time we talked, you disappeared in a huge ball of fire.   How’d you do that? 

Big D   Disguises, my friend. Disguises...   I have so many disguises, I sometimes even fool myself.   Just look at me!

T.L.C.   I'm doing that all right!   What was going on at our last meeting when you disappeared?   It looked like you were having an orgasm. 

Big D   Oh, I certainly was.   That little disappearing act took the equivalent of 1,008 human orgasms.  

T.L.C.   You're kidding.   Where do you get all that energy?

Big D   I guess you haven't heard.   I get every orgasm that the human sexual puritans choose not to have; including those rejected by your anti-sexual, fundamentalist Christian friends.   You know. . .   well, perhaps you don't know;  the anti-sex peddlers are my best customers.   I actually live off them!   They feed me more energy than any other single group with the obvious exception of actual acts of war.  

T.L.C.   Isn't this a little bit perverted?  

Big D   Not a little perverted, Stoney.   It's a whole lot perverted.   Intentionally abstaining from sexual activity while, at the same time, desiring and thinking about sexual activity is one of my most lucrative, sexual perversions.  

         The sexual drive is one of my most powerful tools in manipulating my Would-Be Do-Gooders, particularly the mindless followers of fundamentalist Christianity.

T.L.C.   How does that work?   Most fundamentalists preach a very strict code of sexual conduct, so how do you use sex to manipulate them?

Big D   You really don’t know?

T.L.C.   No, I don’t.

Chapter Three             Confronting Big D

With that, Big D got up and started dancing around and exuberantly whooping.   My instantaneous reaction was to cringe in fear, but I had decided some time ago that if I ever encountered him again, I would act confidently and stand up to him, so I simply sat there with a stern look on my face.   She danced all around me and then slowly and provocatively stripped off her swimsuit top and threw it at me.   I immediately threw it back.   She cast it aside and continued to dance.

She whooped a couple times more, and then sat down again facing me with her double D’s proudly exposed.   I remained aloof and, although I was, internally, not so sure of myself, I spoke as an adult would speak to an unruly child.   

T.L.C.   What was that all about? 

Big D   It’s just a little celebration of my mastery at manipulation.

T.L.C.   And the nudity? 

Big D   Just another tool in my arsenal of manipulation.   Will you look at yourself.   You’re completely flustered.   You don’t know what to make of all this.

She shook her breasts at me.   I took a deep breath, looked straight into those piercing eyes and spoke in a stern voice.

T.L.C.   You’d like to think I’m flustered, wouldn’t you.   Well, I’m not!   And, with regard to making anything of this, I make nothing of it.   Please put your halter back on and answer my question, how do you use sex to manipulate the anti-abortionists?  

She just sat there and stared at me with unblinking eyes.   I stared back.   I used the technique I had long ago learned about staring someone down — don’t actually look into their eyes, but, rather, stare intently at their forehead just above and between their eyes.   At the same time, I withdrew attention from Big “D” and pretended I was looking right through her to the ocean behind.   I was also, without being obvious, breathing deeply and intentionally.  

I was absolutely determined to sit there and stare through her until she moved or spoke.   So, with unblinking eyes, I looked at her forehead and started counting to distract my mind.   When I had reached 33, the scene began to look wavy, like one might see when looking across the desert on a hot day.   At 66, Big D became semi-transparent, and I could see the ocean right through “her.”   When I’d reached 108, I thought of asking for help, so I silently prayed the following prayer:  “Oh Lord, thank you for filling me with your love and your Divine Light so that I shine God’s light into this darkened cave of illusion.”   As soon as my last words were spoken, Big D immediately looked away.  

I breathed a deep sigh of relief.   The staring match was finally over.   It must have lasted a full two minutes; at least it seemed that way to me.   Finally, Big D looked back at me and, in a slightly cracked voice, she broke the silence.  

Big D   Congratulations, Stoney.  

T.L.C.   For what?  

Big D   For staying cool in the face of my antics.   Most men would have either run away or succumbed to the sexual energy I have been bombarding you with.  

T.L.C.   Thank you.   Now put your swim suit top back on and tell me how you use sex to manipulate people.  

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The Story Continues in Chapter Four`    

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