Her children had gone to stay at Grandma’s out-of-state for a month, so we would be alone. I of course was eager to see how well she cooked, neither...have I been known as one that turns down a free meal. But I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t go over there with the idea in my head that we might get the chance to raise our intimacy level-significantly. Dinner had been spectacular, even better than I had dreamed, and now we found ourselves on the futon in her den, her leaning back against me,. Dad was still in bed asleep. Once the front door had shut I listened for the car to start, and she was gone. Just me and Dad left in the house. If ever I was going to act it had to be now. I stripped off my nightclothes, and went into the bathroom. Toilet, teeth, then a quick shower. As I was soaping myself I could feel my heart pounding with nervous excitement. My nipples were already hard with sexual anticipation and the tingling between my legs,…..it was all I could do to resist touching. Mytaste buds lit up for the first time in years."Better than what your parents cooked at home?" asked Kelly as my facelit up."Much," I said, as I savoured the feast in front of me."This is nothing," she said, smiling a smile rather like Rachel's. "Oneof the things Hayfield Hall strives to do is make students comfortable inany country in the world. The school cooks often create many delightsfrom around the world."I'd been watching Sam, who had been very tense at the beginning. As themeal had. I read the pages about my first meeting with Karin; about my visit to Birgit’s grave and Karin’s attempts to comfort me. I smiled when I read my first memories of Pia, the girl who became my lover for the year in Sweden.I skipped more than a dozen pages that dealt with Becky, her pregnancy, and the abortion, then read a bit here and there, but mostly I skipped ahead to the pages for December of ‘79, when I visited Stockholm. I read my first recollections of that strangest of nights in Stockholm.