"The Yiddish word made her smile. "I'm okay. Anyway, I started to wish that I'd made love before. I was afraid that if I survived what they were going...to do to me I'd be scarred for life, never be able to have a normal relationship... and I thought, if only I had some good memories about sex, maybe I could take my mind away and concentrate on that and what they were doing to my body wouldn't matter so much. And then we were there, and it was starting to happen, and to make it worse they were. The woman looked at Geena a moment, her eyes riveted between Geena's legs, and then she smiled down at me. "Excuse me, perhaps I got off to a bad start. My name is Susan and my husbands' name is Darrin and I really didn't mean to be accusative. We both come here because we like to people watch and it just seemed to us like maybe you guys did too. If I was wrong, I apologize." She turned and started to walk back to her blanket.Geena jumped right into the conversation. "My name is Geena and this. Thirty years old, coming off a much gossiped-about divorce. ‘Hey Ryan. How goes the marking?’ ‘Slow. I’m really worried about sending these kids out into the world with this little English knowledge.’ ‘Well, if worse comes to worse they can always just stay in Japan.’ ‘Nope.’ Ryan grinned. ‘We’re taking over, baby.’ Mariko didn’t laugh. Maybe the joke hit too close to the genuine national dynamics. ‘Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to get some drinks once you’re done? Life’s kind of. Sitting was becoming uncomfortable, and Sara seemed determined to unzip my jeans, though I often pulled her hand from my lap as a deterrent. This was not the time nor the place. Possibly the enjoyment may not have gone much farther than that, but Samantha sitting on the other side of me got up and went to chat with someone in the crowd she knew. Tina immediately replaced her, sitting far enough back to catch an eyeful of the movement over the bulge in my jeans.During this time, my eyes didn't.