Rate this story by Christopher **This story is affectionately dedicated to Miss Juliette Anderson and director Henry Paris, two pioneers, never to be forgotten. ****** ‘Understanding women’ is an oxymoron. You never really understand them. If you’re lucky you survive them. Take exhibitionism for example. Why do some women, maybe even a co-worker or the wife of a neighbor, get pleasure from flashing hapless shoe salesmen or “surprising” pizza delivery boys wrapped in just a towel? Power? Danger? What possesses some women to perform sex in front of others or even before a camera? What is the drive that...
