As we were walking out the plane, I offered to share a cab with her since we were staying at the same hotel. Her dress again rode up in the cab and I ...efinitely could see the tops of her nylons. She made no attempt to fix her dress. She just wet her lips and smiled. I told her she had a great smile and asked if she had dinner plans. She said she would love to but first needed to change out of her business clothes. I knocked on her door about twenty minutes later and she had changed but she. “I think he’d really pass up on you.”I nodded the very moment the blonde revealed her face while looking back.It took me some moments to realize the similarities between the two women. Hair color and style apart they could have been…What struck me then was some kind of super tanker moving at full speed right into my tiny lifeboat.“C’mere, my hero,” Kristanna cooed and reached for my hand.Dumbstruck I stepped a little closer.“Not at her side, sailor,” she giggled. “Step up behind. As we were getting on the bus to head back to Cambridge, she took the initiative and asked me if I would join her for a casual dinner at an Italian restaurant near the MIT campus. I was surprised, but accepted and actually enjoyed myself. Fortunately I had enough sense and pocket cash to pick up the check.A few weeks later, I got a phone call at the dorm."Hello, this is Steve," I answered the phone."Hi Steve, this is Anne. I enjoyed the spaghetti last month, and had hoped to hear from you. After the shower, she ran downstairs and oddly, only put her underwear in the washer. She then placed her stockings in the bin and gasped with shock when she saw me sat there, her face filled with guilt.‘Been shopping for Brian…again!’ I said.‘Oh god not this again,’ she replied.‘You’ve taken another shower and are washing your underwear. Had a mishap?’‘Yes,’ she said, confidentially. ‘I was having a sandwich with Brian and spilled some mayonnaise down me.’I nearly choked with ironic.