We play this game for a while and he eventually sits down on a rock. He seems unaffected by my nakedness, but I am very aware of his. Not much is left...to the imagination with that flimsy cloth he wears. I run the water over my arms, trying to wipe away the dirt. He keenly watches me then leans forward handing me a chunk of dark something. Not sure what. I take it in my hand and he repeats my gestures of washing my arms, pointing to the block of dark stuff. I dip it in water and then run it over. Orzeskowa’s lips. One that he couldn’t help but interpret as one heralded potential danger.“You know, now that you mention it,” the chairwoman of the board had said, “I do have a thought as to that.”The tone of her voice told the senior partner that his initial assessment was correct.“Earlier, just when we where getting started here,” she had pointed out, “a rather handsome young man brought in some papers for Mr. Wolcott. I’m sure you know the one I’m referring to, short light blond hair, cute. Oh my god, it wasso cute. I could feel my heart going out to them. I don't know whatended up happening to them at the end of the night, but I like toimagine that they made it out of there in one piece.Not wanting to intrude further, I smiled apologetically as I worked myway over to the basement door."Sam!" I called out. "You still here?" Don't come down!" he yelled.I came down anyway."Sam, it's okay, I found some- what the shit?"I don't quite know who in the frat had apparently decided that. Regardless of the reason, I was alone at the party, and so was Gabriel. He made a big deal of it, but I actually enjoyed it. Despite being 10 years older than me, Gabriel is looking for a 20-something sugar baby. I'm not really looking. At least, I'm not as serious about it as Gabriel.In spite of my lackadaisical attitude towards finding female companionship, I went home with two cocktail napkins, three business cards, and what looked like a piece of wrapping paper from one of Gabriel's.