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Persuasion
I was driving us home from the party. Barbara was unusually quiet and pensive. She looked out the window at the streetlights, arms crossed over her chest, not talking at all. I left her alone, knowing that she would eventually say what was on her mind. As we crossed over the river, she turned toward me and said, ‘Are you attracted to younger women?’ I glanced at her lovely, intense face and said, ‘Yes, of course. Sometimes.’ She looked back out the window. ‘Why?’ she asked, simply. ‘Well,’...