Her body was pure Heaven. I didn't have any more questions to ask her. I was totaly under her spell. Barbra was just now a distant memory.

After beach we went back to her place and she seemed to have candles everywhere. They seemed to have a nice smelling scent, but they were like no other candles I had sniffed before. I was going to ask her what all candles were about, but when she changed into a very sexy nighty, I lost my train of thought as I watched her light candles.

She finished last one and put her arms around me and then I just melted in her embrace. I was turned on like I was never turned on before. Just when I thought okay that's enough of this now, she seemed to turn on my second and third gear.

It were as if she were re-generating my battery. Just when I thought my energizer bunny was finished, she turned on my fourth and fifth gear. I didn't know what was happening.

I asked myself "why."

But I couldn't find an answer. But I suppose all good things must come to an end. After two weeks with her, I got orders to go to South Land. I had never before been in South before and it was a long flight from California.

So, when I first got off plane, I thought I might be experiencing some jet lag. Or maybe two weeks with her just plum wore me out.

I didn't know what it was, but I was feeling very dizzy. I wasn't accustomed to swampy type air of South Land, so I thought, "maybe I just need a day or two to acclimate to different climate."

But I continued to get dizzy. At last, I went to sick bay and told everyone there that I keep getting dizzy. They couldn't find anything wrong with me from routines tests, so they said they had to make sure I wasn't crazy.

Being confident that I was totaly sane I told them to give me any test they wanted. So, they put some strange wires on my head and kept saying that's amazing.

“Whats so amazing,?” I asked my very big busted Nurse.

Smiling seductively, she said,”your brain scan. It keeps showing that you're having a sexual thought every forty seconds.”

“Only every forty seconds”, I quipped starring at her endowed breasts with surprise.”

Smiling ever more seduvtively she said, “you're a sex machine.The average male only has a sexual thought every four minutes.”

“So, I'm over sexed and now I've lost my mind,?” I asked.

She answered, “no, just opposite. If you were only having a sexual thought every five minutes you would be losing your mind. So having a sexual thought every forty seconds makes you super sane. The best reading we ever got from anyone was every three minutes. You're every forty seconds is out of this world.”

“Out of this world. That's what I was afraid of. So how do I turn myself off,? I asked.

“What turned you on like this? That's what I'd like to know so I could bottle it,” she said.

Laughing now, I said, “sorry, but I don't kiss and tell.”

Of course I could have come clean and told her that I kind of suspect that I recently spent two fun filled weeks with a dynamite woman that was most likely a space alien. But I was getting bored with all tests. And anyway, she was quite a looker. And I had a feeling she wanted to take me for a test run to check out that every forty second quirk.

“So, what is wrong with me then,?” I asked.

She took my hand and said, “we've got to get you away from this swamp air."

"How can we do that,?" I asked.

"I have central air conditioning," she replied.

I asked my date. "Who hell is this Boss guy."

She said. "You're not serious."

I said. "Just tell me what this Boss thing is."

She laughed and asked. "How may years have you been a cloistered Monk?"

I asked. "Have things changed that much? I've been overseas for a long time. But have I gotten that so far out of touch?"

She said. "Okay, I'll tell you. Bruce Springsteen is The Boss and you look just like him. That's who they think you are."

I said. "Oh, http://www.brucespringsteen.net/

I've heard of him. I just didn't make The Boss connection. Does that mean I don't look like Elvis anymore?"

She laughed and said. "Elvis. Who told you that you looked like Elvis?"

I lauged and said. "I dated a girl in high school that was a big Elvis fan. She always told me I looked like him."

She lauged and said. "Well right now you look like Bruce Springsteen. At least that's why I'm dating you. Here, just look at this picture of Bruce Springsteen at his http://www.brucespringsteen.net/albums/barcelona.html Barcelona concert. He looks like your twin here."

I laughed and said. "Oh, I thought you were going out with me because I had such a spacious studio apartment."

She said. By way, how did you find that apartment?"

I said. "It helps when you're Uncle is President of Real Estate Board."

She laughed and said. "I had to read obituaries for months before right person passed away in apartment I was looking for."

I laughed and said. You're not having a fantasy that I'm Bruce Sprinsteen when were making it. Are You?"

She hesitated and said. "No. He doesn't sing deep meaning songs like your favorite http://coachb.net/why.htm song Why. Tell me, are you having a fantasy that I'm someone else when were making love?"

I said. "No, of course not. But did I ever tell you how much you looked like http://www.kmmod.com/ccrawford/ Cindy Crawford?"