On Fire Island, Medea was giving Nora a lesson.
The seductive redhead, with her arms folded, adopted a "been there, done that" attitude, and, with her chin up, said to Nora:
"Men, you see, come in different species. Most men are like stupid pigs, in heat 365 days a year, unable to resist mounting a pretty female when they see one."
"But there are rare species too. For example, our Squad Leader is like a proud feline."
"To deal with a feline, simply waiting for him to pursue you is impossible since they're essentially loners, but if you throw yourself at him, he'll just think you're degrading yourself."
Nora blushed furiously, almost wishing she could dig a hole and crawl into it.
She and Eleanor wouldn't share their private affairs with Medea, but alas, the latter's Mind Power combined with Nora's recent preoccupation made her thoughts as transparent as if they were written on her face, unable to hide anything from Medea, a seasoned veteran of such matters.
