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As you know I was once hit on by a devastatingly handsome silverback named Bwana. He wasn't two yards from me, leaning against a metal bar on his cage, giving me that look... that tractor beam thing I've seen and/or felt a million times... the energy from men that says, "You. Me. Sex. Now." It was stronger than most, but a couple of humans have out vibed him in my experience... one of them literally started pulling me in his direction with it before I even knew what hit me... took a seh-herious effort to resist... but, really, not many are as good at it as Bwana was.
I don't know what it is. I don't think it's testosterone levels. I think it is psychic strength. It is odd, this male thing.
Anyway, every time I see a silverback, I think of Bwana, and every time I think of Bwana I remember the dream about my Neanderthal lover. It was bliss. We were seated at the base of a tree. He had his arms around me. I felt at least as safe as the times my father carried me when I was a little girl. That was all. With my cave man, safe under a tree. I can't even remember how long ago, probably forty years, but I will never forget that dream.
