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To: T L Comiskey who wrote (4482)	9/29/2000 1:53:19 PM
From: Dealer	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 65232

LOL...your a funny guy for a Doc.. Keep em in stitches...OK..? Now TL that ain't bad either...........You guys need to go on the road. I'll manage. :-) dealie &hearts;

To: T L Comiskey who wrote (4482)	9/29/2000 2:34:46 PM
From: Dr. David Gleitman	Respond to of 65232

Hi TL: Re: Keep em in stitches...OK..? Well "Sut-ure" self. Boy am I ticked with myself. Looking to sell some calls on the BRCM. I step away from my screen for 10 minutes and find brcm down 7 points. David

To: T L Comiskey who wrote (4482)	9/29/2000 3:57:41 PM
From: solihull	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 65232

OT: Living for the Moment During WWII When the Second World War broke out, women's lives - and their moral code - changed for ever. Husbands and boyfriends who went to war were replaced by more than a million US soldiers with movie star accents and luxuries such as nylon stockings. Life was uncertain and the sense of danger heightened many libidos. In the chaos of war, a 'live for the moment' attitude was awoken in girls who not only thought they might never see their partners again but whose own lives were also in constant danger. Girls who knew nothing about sex before 1939 experienced a sexual revolution. Some lost or found love, some simply enjoyed promiscuity. ANTHEA GERRIE talked to three women whose attitudes changed dramatically in the war years. Lynn Phillips, now 74, lived with her parents in the London suburbs and turned 16 in 1941. "As far as I was concerned, sexual liberation happened in the Forties," she says. "My mother adopted four or five Canadian soldiers who spent all their leave in our house. "Among them was one stationed in St John's Wood who was a military policeman. "It was my job to wake him in the morning and I used to go in with a cup of tea and he would haul me into bed with him. "I would have fits about my parents being just a few feet above our heads but he would say: 'Don't worry, we can do it quietly.'" The war meant that there was no time for traditional courtships. When the bombs rained down nightly, there was an unspoken knowledge that it could all end tomorrow. Girls grabbed what chances for happiness they could. "I would meet a fellow at a dance and we would have a couple of dates and sex would come into it and we would find we were passionately in love. Then his leave would end and he would go back. "A couple of nights later, I would go to a dance and meet someone even more smashing and we would progress to sex again. Each time I was genuinely in love. "Once a fellow brought me home by taxi and we were standing on the porch necking and suddenly we did it on my parents' doorstep! I think that was probably the most reckless and naughty thing I did. "There were plenty of women who charged for it - non-professional prostitutes, amateurs - they weren't as soppy or romantic as I was." Lynn, who married her long-time boyfriend Ron in the Fifties, became an advertising executive and still lives in London. Chloe Bowering, now aged 80, was 20 when war broke out and worked throughout the Blitz in London as a civil servant. She saw the uncertainty of wartime as a catalyst for change in sexual attitudes: "Americans must have formed the impression that London girls, maybe all English girls, were terribly immoral," she reflects. "But in times of danger people live for the day. That is what I did. I never looked forward - the war looked like going on for ever." On holiday in a rural retreat called Treetops with her friend Jean they met two boys. "One, Vic, was in Air Force uniform. He had fair curly hair and blue eyes. One night he came into our chalet. I was in my pyjamas, Jean was in the other bed. He got undressed and into bed with me. When we made love it seemed the most natural thing in the world. "The fact that you didn't see your loved one very often and might not see them again hastened relationships; you married quickly or became lovers quickly. Life was very uncertain." This was tragically brought home when Vic was shot down. "I felt life had nothing for me so it didn't matter what I did. We'd meet boys in St James's Park or Green Park. They'd put their arm around you and start kissing you and unbuttoning your dress. On at least three occasions I had intercourse. I didn't feel any need for sex but I felt the need to be loved again. I don't remember feeling any shame, until one day I fell asleep in the park and woke up thinking: 'My life is going wrong; I don't behave like this.'" Before the war was over, Chloe met her future husband on a double date. "Harold said: 'Do you believe in free love?' I said: 'It could only happen in a communist country,'" she laughs. "I suggested we all go down to my mother's flat in Lewisham; I don't know if it was in my mind that we should have some kind of grand orgy but he has since told me he had never seen a girl get out of a dress so fast. "I remember that dress; it fastened with press-studs all over so you could just rip it open. I stripped without the slightest embarrassment. We carried on like that till we were married." Chloe and Harold, now living in Sussex, celebrate their 56th wedding anniversary this year; they have two children and five grandchildren. Margaret Wright met the love of her life 55 years ago as bombs rained down around them but it was an illicit affair - at 18 she had married a firefighter in Portsmouth. "He used to love showing me off but when it came to anything closer, neither of us had much idea." Margaret went into the Fire Service herself, and while calling around stations kept coming across the same sexy American voice belonging to a serviceman called Nick. "We struck up a friendship on the phone, talking for an hour and a half at a time." Despite her misgivings, they arranged to meet. "I saw this American coming towards me and he gave me such a gorgeous smile my legs froze," she remembers. "My husband was on night duty and I said: 'I can take you home tonight,' very surprised at myself. "There was an element of danger; I'd fallen for him really and truly and he felt the same wa, and doing something I shouldn't excited me. "As the weeks went by I realised I was pregnant - I was thrilled. Then one day Nick phoned to say he was being shipped back; we met at a bus stop and had just half an hour together sitting and holding hands - and that was it. "On a beautiful Easter Saturday I gave birth to a baby girl. I must have cried for a week. "My husband knew I was writing to an American and getting replies. One day I must have got a bit fiery with him and he said: 'You can go to America anytime you like but you are not taking that baby. I gave that baby my name and she will never leave this country.' Then I knew it was an impossibility." A few years later Margaret left her husband and concentrated on bringing up daughter Lynn. Four years ago Margaret, Nick and Lynn had an emotional reunion in the US but there's no prospect of the pair setting up home. They have, however, resumed the telephone relationship which sparked off their original affair. © Express Newspapers Ltd