Yes, go for it (or her)

I grabbed her and held her still while I put my lips on hers, and slid one hand down her back to the waist.  I spread my hand wide to urge her hips toward mine.  When she didn't object right away I raised the other hand to cup one breast and stroke it.

 Anna slapped me pretty hard when I made a pass at her outside her hotel room door.  She refused to talk to me at the times in later months when I ran into her at computer shows, but she let it rest there.  I suppose she decided to just write me off as someone who just didn't quite come up to her standards.  

 I wonder what would have happened if I had been a bit more patient.

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