My segment was scheduled at seven. There were three on-air hosts, a woman interviewer, a newsman/interviewer, and a weather guy. Pretty much the stand...rd formula for this type of program.I was down at the station at a quarter-to-seven as requested. They took me to a small dressing area where makeup was applied. I didn't expect that, but I suppose I should have. I was told to wear the kinds of clothes I would normally wear at college and I did, over the objections of my mother. She wanted me to. ’ Before I could answer, she took another deep swallow from her beer and finished the can. Knowing I had no more in the fridge, I passed her my, almost full, can. ‘Still thirsty?’ I asked. ‘Oh yes.’ She replied. When she realized I had given her my beer, she added, ‘Are you sure?’ I nodded and smiled, and she took another long drink. ‘Good God it’s hot.’ She said. She held the now half empty can against the back of her neck, to cool herself down—then she applied the can to her throat, sighing. I went up to the bar and ordered another drink -- I'd need a good dose of liquid courage in order to approach him. I took a few deep sips of my vodka & cranberry and then I got an idea. I would write him a note. A note would allow me to deliver a message to him without actually having to say anything. It would be less intimidating to write him a note. But what should I write? I had to choose the perfect words that would convey something flirty, provocative and to the point. It should be. He had learned the old ways of many native cultures during his 'vision quest' days, when he was trying to come to grips with his one quarter native heritage, which gave his features that slight Asiatic cast, and colored his hair so black. He knew many of the ways casually, such as what flint looks like, and how to find north by the stars, and some a bit better, like how to carve a totem pole, how to work leather or how to fletch arrows. He grinned wryly to himself, and added to his heritage his.