Lauren was simply wonderful with me. I was pleasantly surprised. She was open, warm, sensuous, seductive even. She was asking me for some cooking recipes she knew I wrote a long while ago, but which I had completely forgotten about in the meanwhile. It suddenly struck me that the recipes might also contain some compromising passages about other, long forgotten, women. I realized that this might be the explanation for Lauren’s unusual behavior, but I could not figure out how she got the wind of this connection. Before I could tell her where she might find the recipes, or, alternatively, figure out how to stall before I could examine them myself and then decide whether or not it was safe to share them with her, Lauren leaned over me and started kissing me sweetly, ardently, tantalizingly… The alarm clock woke me up. I was alone in bed and it was dark outside. It was time to get up and go to work.