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I am a thirty eight year old professional woman who never in a million years would have thought that I would be going through the experiences that I am now engaged in, and writing this letter, I hope, will help me put it in perspective. Here's the story. About three months ago, I hosted a dinner celebrating the end of a long and important case with several people who were greatly responsible for our winning this case. Since I was the lead attorney, I had the most to gain; but the three men and two women who helped me were at the dinner and we all had more wine than is usual because we were all high from our victory and, in my case, tired and relieved that it was finally over. When we left the dinner it was quite late and Tom and Bob shared a cab with me to the train station where we were all taking the train to the same suburb to go home. These two young men are in their late twenties and are both very attractive with beautiful wives and will be quite successful in their careers. As we boarded the train we were still happy and high from our dinner and I sat across from the two men and as we negotiated our seats Tom ended sitting with his legs between mine so that our knees were touching but everything was very proper. Our car was empty and so I thought nothing of the situation and leaned back to enjoy the conversation and the ride home. Tom and Bob started talking about our being together working for such a long time and they began to flatter me about my body which I take great effort to keep in shape and they told me how they really liked my legs and particularly the fact that I wore garter belts with stockings and not panty hose. I must have been turned on by their remarks and drunker than I thought, because I ...

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