I will my warmth into you, breathing slowly, holding and stroking. In time - how much doesn't really matter - you sigh. I feel an ember of warmth refl...cted back to me and see a hint of color where your arms and legs peek from your clothing.You pull back from me a bit, pushing yourself up on my chest to look at me eye to eye. I see sorrow, pain, life, beauty, so many things. I know I can't give everything you need. Perhaps nothing of lasting value, but it doesn't matter. The light around us is. He spoke a little bit of English and we enjoyed a nice dinner together. Most of our group was fearful of the buffet and ate in the more American style café. I soon learned the name of this hunk was Shahram. He was assigned to accompany us for the 36 hours that we would spend in Jordan. I asked him if he cared to have a drink in the lounge of the hotel and after a little persuasion we left the restaurant to find a quiet table in the hotel bar. Shahram was 42 years old, married and. Other than it was the mostembarrassing half block walk in my life. Every male starred at me like Iwas some famous porn star. Most women just glared at me. I was countingon Helena to respond like the former.I checked in with the lobby receptionist (who apparently was obliviousof most everything). She hardly bothered to look up from her computer,handed me a badge, pointed at the elevator and told me to press floorfive. As I entered the elevator, a cute guy about my age ask me to holdthe door as. I just thought it was an unnecessary expense." She was having a hard time to keep from laughing.I shrugged to try a pretend it was no big deal, but that was a long way from the truth. This was a very big deal. A very, very big deal.I took the key from the desk clerk and we went back to the car to unload our bags."You could have told me, you know," I said, trying not to sound too critical."Why ... and ruin my fun," she giggled. "You and Pam coexisted in one room. I'm sure you and I can do the.