Chapter Eight
The Casual Touch
What is it that turns a perfectly normal girlfriend, or an ordinary wife, into a raging s*x fiend – a woman driven by an insatiable appetite for s*x? It’s one of those questions to which man has given a lot of thought over the ages. Maybe, just maybe, it may be no more than a single touch.
Two narrow tables had been set up on the floodlit stage flanking a podium that was bedecked with the ornate seal of Boxford College. Having taken their places at the tables, the six panelists were getting settled behind the sky blue banners that hung down draping the front of the tables. The banner on the left held the proud name “Boxford College” in bold, cream-colored script; on the right was the title of the week-long symposium: “A Woman’s Place.”
Dr. Gail Fender-Lee
