" Too sick to work, but not too sick to find time to go out on dates he thought wearily. That was the trouble with so many of the American students wh... came over to study in Europe, but he'd had the impression from the earlier interview that Miss Duncan was different from the run-of-the-mill female student. Well, he'd apparently been wrong. "Sorry to have to run now," he said as he snapped his briefcase shut, "but Mrs. Jorgensen is expecting me home at seven. Perhaps you could stop by at four. I couldn't see anything through it but it was very short. Her ass cheeks were uncovered as she went to get coffee. I said I'm about to die what's the word. She said he is going to text me at lunch time and we are going to figure out what we are going to do. I said OK I'll talk to you later and I left. That night I was wanting to text her so badly but I knew if Danny was home he would want to know what I wanted. The next morning I stopped and picked up a pack of cigarettes and another Mountian. “Hey, do you have your credit card with you Amy?” She asked me. “Yeah, I have a little cash too,” I told her. “Probably not enough though,” She said. She looked at me funny. “These aren't that expensive,” I said, looking at some very gaudy earrings. “No, not these. I'm thinking about getting that,” She said, pointing behind the counter. “Haha, are you serious?” I laughed. She was pointing at a certain expensive vibrator. Like I said, this store seemed to have everything. “Yes, I. . I've certainly never brought one of my own albums along for inspection... it's hard not to get sucked into the occasion. Especially when cousin Margie is around, with half your own teenaged years in glowing Kodachrome. Gary, her husband, tore his eyes away from the television. "Hey, Iremember that outfit," he laughed. And, a little later, as we made our way into the dining room to eat, he sidled up to me again. "I remember what happened to it, as well." I smiled. Well, he had a better memory.