DEAR ABBY: I got a "memory charge" out of the letter from the woman who enjoys intimate relations in public places. On my 34th birthday many years ago, my husband promised to make me feel "half my age." We had a lovely dinner, saw a good movie, and on the way home, he drove into a dark parking lot where we proceeded to make out like the dickens! Sure enough, as promised, I felt like I was 17 again! Thanks for letting me share. -- LUCKY "TEEN" WIFE, OLYMPIA, WASH.
DEAR LUCKY: You're welcome. Times marches on, but some "instincts" appear to be timeless.