. ? "Keep Wednesday open. Here's my number," and he handed her his card, "Call me Monday afternoon, okay?" Uuuh, yeah... sure... call ya... right."He ...inished his drink and moved off to work the crowd. Glad handing some, patting this girl on the rear; approaching a petite blonde with a pixie cut and a tattoo partially revealed on her breast from behind and lightly kissing her neck, causing a shriek followed by gales of laughter. Then he spotted the tattoo and did what no one else had the nerve. Luke pulled the keys up andpressed the alarm button the keychain. "Come on come one," he thoughtmiserably as he followed the alarm to the other end of the parking lot."MY CAR TOO!" Luke said aloud, looking at the blaring red VW beetle. "Ican't even have one thing I like!" Luke cried as he threw his purseinto the passenger seat. "Not one damn thing!"Luke let the tears come as he made his drive home. "Please let themremember, please let them remember," he repeated to himself as sheslowly pulled. Behind her desk, the dean sat tall and severe in a chair covered with a smooth hide. Her hair was graying and gathered into a tight bun. Her flat blue eyes peered over a long narrow nose. When she looked at me, she got a pinched expression. She motioned to a chair.I nodded and sat. Then I looked over and saw that Ms. Christensen appeared to be leaving. Before she could take two steps, I burst out, "Can Ms. Christensen stay?"Ms. Christensen paused, looking back and me and then the dean. I looked. Elena joked that those women had nothing on her.Some of the teenaged girls around our age are giving you a run for your money.When late teens and early twenties people started coming down after lunch while those with kids had left. There were a few with older kids having lunch though. Elena had been waiting for them to start to show up, so she could show me off.“There is a bathroom at the far end of the beach and a vendor selling water at the other. It is time to strut your stuff. You are.