He’s a tall clean cut guy that can’t be more than twenty-five years old. He lives just on this side of Erica, and to be honest, I don’t ever thi...k I’ve heard him say one word. If I see him mowing his yard or somewhere around town, all he does is smile and wave. Not much for conversation.Erica said she’s tried to set them up but they’re both a little too shy to go through with it. She said she’s invited each of them over for dinner, and they’re alright with that, but if she ever brings up the. That’s packed in your bag, remember?”“Oh, yeah ... Be right back.”Kit returned to Nichelle’s bedroom and found her in her robe and putting her toiletries into a plastic carrier. “Why the robe?”“Force of habit, I guess. See you in a jiff.”Kit stripped to his briefs, turned down the covers on her lower bunk and plumped her pillows. She returned and placed her carrier in her closet. They embraced and kissed. “Fire gone out?” he asked.“It’s dwindling ... I still feel a little heat.”He ran his hand. “Settle down,” I thought to myself. “She’s way out of your league.” I took a deep breath to relieve the anxiety of nearly hitting Rosie and navigated the Studebaker through the snow. I didn’t look at her, concentrating on driving through the mess outside. She did something I didn’t expect. She started talking to me as though we were the oldest of friends who were catching up after not seeing each other for a while. It was the first time I’d talked to her in over nine years, but she seemed at. .. Fen’s sexless reputation came crashing down in our third year, when to the amazement of all she made a determined and successful bid for the body of an inoffensively nerdish member of our French Lit Hist class, one Dan Scarsdale. Poor Dan didn’t know what had hit him. From the moment they became an “item” Fen not only wore him on her arm like a handbag but, as time went by, it seemed that she was also wearing him out; while she blossomed ever more radiantly he gradually changed from.