We arrived at Sainte Pierre right on time. Jewel looked absolutely amazing in the car ride, she was becoming a hazard for my concentration while drivi...g. I began to notice she looked different lately, nothing I could pick out physically but her mannerisms had made her seem like she was 20 again. She got excited more easily, she was more affectionate and she gave me the look of admiration I had missed for so long. I opened the door for her as she stepped out the car and held her hand. Leading. Tall for an Indian girl at 5′ 9′, she was the star basketball player of her school team. Her school being an all-girls convent, there was little opportunity to meet guys, let alone date. The guys she came in contact with through her basketball meets were usually too interested in showing off to bother striking up an intelligent conversation. Not that they didn’t try. With the thick, shiny black hair, dark kohl-lined eyes that sparked with boundless life and a cute, if not beautiful face, no. It had been tough to see Danny drive off in the car with the two girls, but when Danny had brought his car back Sunday morning, he reported that when he got out to the club, both Dr. Brege and Harry Masterfield had talked to the girl's parents. "Everybody's real pleased," Danny said. "The girl's folks want to meet you some time, but I don't think we're going to get any static about going out with them again. It was kind of funny," he went on, "Watching both of them trying to keep from getting. I'm... Look, I just don't know quite how tosay this..." Go on," I responded, part of me not really wanting him to."I... Well, I think I had a wet dream," he said, turning to face me witha pained expression on his face, the evidence of my indiscretion coveringthe front of his boxers in thick white globules. "I mean, I woke upcovered in... this, with a raging hard-on and all sorts of dirty thoughtsrunning through my head, so..."I knew I should tell him the truth, but I just couldn't. What if.