Would you rather we had met later so you'd have more time for your masseuse?" I asked jokingly. The quizzical look on my face prompted her reply:"Envi...us? Was your masseuse not young?" she giggled.When I told her that the attendants in the men's bath are all male and quite bulky she laughed and said "Tough luck for you."While our banter was continuing we walked back towards the Hagia Sophia. Passing by a restaurant we felt hungry so we walked in and ordered a nice dinner with a caraffe of wine.. Security came in and cleared out the stall. They lifted her up and the nice lady tried to help her wash her face. “Wait,” she said. “I want to remember this moment.” And she stared at her reflection. She barely recognized the female staring back at her; cheeks smeared from her mascara, tears running down her face, girl goo dripping from her chin...“Honey, you should go home. Is there anyone I can call for you?”She just shook her head, splashed her face, and went back out to the club. Still. After the lecture I stayed back as she walked out I ran after her saying ‘excuse me but I have a feeling I know you’ she smiled ‘good try its normal for male lecturers to chat up female students but a it’s rare for male students to chat up female lecturers nice try though I would suggest polishing up the chat up line it’s OK but needs a little more work’ at that she walked away I heard someone call Julie and she stopped to talk to a secretary.It was a couple of weeks later I had gone for a. "Brie, Honey, I have to ask if you have been told about the changes in your body that seem to appear. I mean do you know about menstruation and all that girl stuff that should be coming along any day now?"Brie sat up, hugged me around the neck, and said, "Daddy, that is girl stuff and Mommy told me some of it and Marcia told me some more too, but why do I have to bleed every month. I mean, why do I have to do that?"I tried to explain what I knew; well, I really knew most of it, but I tried to.