The best part however were the nights that Mike was away and Julia would come back late. We would stay up talking, and she treated me like an equal, a...grown-up, which is something my strict parents never did. She’d normally open a bottle of wine for us to share, or fix us a cocktail each, and we’d sit and talk about my upcoming university adventure, boys I liked, my hopes for the future – all the things I couldn’t talk about at home.One evening – I remember it now, it was the first Tuesday of. "When is it my turn?" whined Tammy in the doorway, watching the position her dad had gotten Jami into. "How about now," said Jami standing up from the semi-uncomfortable position and leaving the mini-stage. "Come on in honey. Let's see what you have on. Get up on the stage for me so that I can see you in the lights." She followed his instructions and soon he saw that she had on Jami's white shorts she was wearing when she arrived and with it, a light blue spaghetti tank top. Printed on the. ” Susan, the one to ask questions, asked, “What if we feel each other up? It’s not like he’s going to get me pregnant.” “No, baby,” I said, “I guess I wouldn’t be able to keep you from touching. But remember, touching can lead to fucking.”Susan’s exam was fine and the doctor gave her a sample compact of birth control pills along with a six month order for birth control. While we were there I had the doctor examine me for STD’s. As usual, Susan was full of questions...what were STD’s, how. With no contact with Tameka in months, I was growing increasingly depressed and lonely. Some of the ladies from the shows would run into me backstage, but I did not find them all that interesting. Most were old and jaded, and the memory of Tameka's enthusiasm and love kept me from opening up to them. I had even found myself looking longingly at an engagement ring during a break as I wandered through the shops in the Paris resort. I knew I wanted to ask Tameka to marry me, but had no idea how to.