The loud voice of the bus driver announcing the last stop summoned me out of my reverie, but couldn’t disguise the dreamy look on my face or my open lips. I probably looked just as sex-starved as I was. When I stepped off the bus, my cheeks flaming, I chanced a quick peek at my mystery hunk. He winked at me, and I had this odd feeling he could tell what I’d been thinking. Maybe I’ll see him on the bus again soon…
—Ms. Meredith D., Worcester, Massachusetts