She blanked out their words and sipped her drink and smiled."Come here, dear," called Tom, his voice breaking through her daze.She perched on his lap ...nd his hand started to stroke her upper thigh. By now the wine was having an effect on her and she was just waiting for the main event to start."More drinks, guys?" shouted Tom, "Be a love and get some more beers."She got off his lap and straightened her short skirt, conscious of every male eye following her every movement.While poring the beers. No Nuns!" Look at the way these boys come to school. Hmp. No ties, no nice shoes. Look, that one boy over there, he's the only one with a tie!"For over fifty years she had driven down the same midtown street to work and Mass and home again, oblivious to growth and change in other parts of the city; nor could she imagine an educational institution other than the Catholic elementary girls' school she had last attended in 1918. When she dropped me off near the administration building I explained. “Sometimes.”He stopped walking and looked at her.“Can I see?”“No.”He smiled. He always had a smile ready, always seemed to know he’d be able to wear her down. She imagined how wonderful it would be to have such self-assurance. He could have anything he wanted. She didn’t try to tell herself she’d ever be able to give him a real ‘no’. Maybe that was why she hadn’t wanted him to be more than a one-off.He changed everything, rubbed out lines and redrew them where he pleased. Lines. Limits. She. I was getting ready to reply when there was an especially bright flash of lighting followed by the lights going off simultaneously with a loud clap of thunder. I waited a moment to see if it'd come back, and when it didn't I sighed deeply. “Well, shit,” I said. Bekah made a sound of agreement, then I heard her sit down and let out a sigh of her own. I sat down beside her and let out a loud huff again, just to show my annoyance. “This day is just awesome,” I said, turning to look at her. “Maybe.