Palmer. I don't want to have sex with you...I want to make love to you."His words shocker her, but at the same time, felt elated that he didn't just w...nt to have sex. She spoke back."I was so worried, worried that you were going to treat this as if it were nothing" The touch of your skin, electric. The beat of your heart, music. The scent of your hair, intoxicating. And the voice of your soul, beautiful sexuality composed in the body of you."He spoke poetry to her. Her one weakness was found. It was hard to tell right-side up from upside-down. The helo surged up and swung away.He circled tightly around, too high, Michael thought, and flew straight toward the glow of the flares from about a hundred feet out. The pilot descended as he came, trying to guess where his skids would contact the seething surface below him. Michael moved forward to guide him down, swinging his flare low before him.Two things happened at precisely the wrong moment: a wind gust caught the craft from the side. She stood on one of the pier’s pylons. Her small feet clung onto its rocky hardness. Her voice ululated in a language we tourists could not understood, and probably never would. I stopped and I stared. She did not notice me. I was just another tourist, another foreigner from some place she could only dream about visiting, a place with cold winters and vast expanses of land, a place with lakes that that had islands bigger than Tahiti, the biggest island in French Polynesia a place that was. Though technically you and Tommy don’t have to do anything until a few weeks from now.”“I know, but it’s best to start getting into the flow of things.”“Sure. What do you want to work on?”She considered. “Is our maths homework going to be the same as theirs?”“Usually is,” I replied. “Same material, even if some of the problems are different.”“Then we can wait on that. French, then?”“Sure, since that’s just the two of us.”Study hall passed rather quickly, and it was a lot more fun doing French.